As often happens in our lives, there can be hiccups along the way.
Recently, Pat had such a day…
News in Hawaii is that Kaiser-Hawaii employees are on strike!
My nurse had assured me that she would be here for me this week, and she was. Because Kaiser was short-staffed I had to wait a bit. In spite of that, Tara was as attentive as ever.
Additional blankets were ordered but because of shortages on all the floors, only a few were obtained.
Brad said the cafeteria was closed.
I don’t know exactly who’s on strike but I guess it includes medical assistants, cafeteria workers, and lab techs/nurses who administer the blood tests…as well as the guys who do the laundry.
Some smaller clinics are closed altogether this week.
Supposedly, the strike should only last a week. However it might continue to occur intermittently thereafter.
On Monday I had a blood test, and today I went in for chemotherapy treatment. Thankfully, I didn’t encounter any problems because of the strike.
I hope all other patients are getting the care they require. From what I could see while I was there for my treatment, everyone seemed to be receiving what they needed.
When I entered the room, I sat next to a man who was already undergoing treatment. He was still there when I left.
On the other side of him was a woman who was in for her first treatment. She had family with her. I overheard the nurse explain what would take place, assuring the patient, as I had been, that she would be fine. Then the pharmacist, Richard, arrived to explain what drugs she would receive and how they would be administered. I remember how he’d done that for me on my first day.
Then there was another woman who was in for her last session. She sat and knitted while having her treatment. The nurses thanked her for the manapua…a bun filled with shredded, barbecued pork. A Chinese delicacy she’d brought them on previous occasions. The woman hugged them all when she left, saying she’d return to visit…but not to stay!
That woman inspired me even though it’s still early in my treatment. I wanted to reach out to reassure the woman who was just beginning…or perhaps her daughter.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to strike up a conversation with fellow patients.
Or maybe not.
It’s such a personal, anxious and scary thing for me. I’m sure it must be for the others as well.
While finishing up my treatment, Tara and I were laughing about something. The woman’s daughter…if, in fact, that’s who she was…glanced my way, smiling. I hope my conversation and laughter helped allay her fears…at least a little bit.
I’ll sign off now so I can go and eat something.
By the way…I gained 2 pounds! Yoohoo!!! Never thought I’d be celebrating that.
…we’ll talk again soon…
…love you all…always.