5 down One to go

It was the usual chemotherapy day today. My nurse's name was Doreen. As usual I had time to chat with her as she gave me the different drugs and mainlined my 'red devil' and vincristin. One thing led to another and I ended up telling her my story. The whole story; starting with Mike's death, including what he did to himself and the life of pain and frustration over his troubled life.  I told her about Katie announcing her pregnancy one month after Mike died. I told her how I just couldn't get past my grief over Mike, his troubled life and the pain of watching him die. Then the cancer came. And I knew I had to let Mike go. I had to let go of all that was creating the cancer in my body.  I told her how quickly the cancer left. I told her about being with Katie when Oliver was born and how much Katie needed me then.  By then she was finished mainlining  my drugs and she left for a while. When she came back she said, 'Thank you for telling me your story' She told me she has a 27 year old son who has been sober for 5 years. She could relate to the pain of having someone you love in the throws of alcoholism, and in Mike's case. mental illness. I told her I never hide any of the story because it always helps the person Im talking to. I don't go around telling the story to every Tom, Dick and Harry. But sometimes I just know I should tell it. 
I told her I could never be an oncology nurse. And I so appreciate her choosing this speciality. She said, she gets so much from her patients. By the end of the day we had formed a bond. We spent 6 hours together. In those 6 hours we touched each other's lives. 

When I was leaving I gave her my angel card. She was very touched