Day +38 (Nurses ...)

It's amazing how people you didn't even know six or seven weeks ago can come into your life and make an impact that will last a lifetime. The inpatient nurses of the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance did just that and solidified in our minds we made the right decision to bring Hunter to Seattle for his bone marrow transplant. The nurses not only took care of us as patients, they took care of us as people. They saw us through the chemo, hives, itching, crying, anger, throw up, nose bleeds, diaper leaks, and so much more. They explained, supported, calmed, and at times even nourished us. One nurse in particular makes a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I suppose it makes complete sense being with the nurses 24 hours a day, many working twelve hour shifts, and going through something so intense. It's a situation where it's impossible not to get to know someone on a personal level. Our connection with the nurses was one of the reasons our discharge was sad. Hunter was completely spoiled during his time in the hospital as were we. We know he misses his primary care nurses because he tells us so everyday, "I miss (Nurse) and (Nurse) and (Nurse)." The day we left the hospital he said, "Hey, where's my hug?" each time we passed a nurse on the way out. He definitely felt the love and so did we.