Chemotherapy poem

Good morning, Mr. Gray

I am your nurse today

I will start your treatment

How I wish it was only liniment.

From a plant called periwinkle it was extracted

My dear, do not be surprised its colour is red

Wine of hope infused with poison

You will feel unwell after this infusion.

My intentions are pure and true

Through those vessels, I will give you

Do not rush – do not count one, two, three,

I cannot fully guarantee that you will be free.

 (MALT, 12 June 2012)

(This was in my drafts box and because it has been long ago since I drafted it, I can no longer add anything extra. Just sending out there my raw thoughts.)

Wisdom from a 94-year old patient (Winter 2015)

Living is not only about living. It is the quality of life that matters in living.

Having a degree is only an evidence that someone is capable of learning. How one applies what one has learned is the most important evidence of learning.

Most nurses are good nurses but you are a better nurse.

Do not be a nurse who does what most nurses can do. Go beyond that. Go the extra mile.

(This was in my drafts box and because it has been long ago since I drafted it, I can no longer add anything extra. Just sending out there my raw thoughts)

Nursing — a vocational profession.

Yesterday, a patient who was recovering very slowly and feeling so sorry about herself said to me “I am sorry that you have to work harder because of me”. I replied, “Nurses can only say they have done their work well if they helped their patients to feel better. If I have done that even at a slightest measure today, I have done what I was paid to do.”

Notice the word that I used: “paid”. Although historically, nursing has been viewed as a vocation, nursing has evolved into a very important profession with a key role in the society. However, evidence shows that nurses’ pay is still relatively low especially when attributes such as critical thinking, quick decision-making and problem solving are taken into consideration. Many nurses who had completed post-graduate studies are not being paid at par with those who have similar educational level in other professions.

Being a lowly paid profession, one can argue that nursing is a profession but remains partly a vocation.

The missing poo

I wish there is an easy way to explain this but yesterday, we lost a very important poo. It is important because it will lead us to an information that will affect our team’s next plan of action. It could potentially result to a big movement.

Many may consider poo as a useless piece of s**t. There is truth in this–in principle, it is one of the body’s waste products. Nobody really looks back before getting rid of it in a flush! However, it is worth a person’s while to take some time to check the colour, consistency, appearance and odour of their poo. You read it right: although non-specific, poo appearances can spot a possible diagnosis.

Upon hearing the news, I went straight to the patient’s room. “I have great news, it was found and it was negative!”. He and his wife laughed crisply. He may be laughing because of one or all of these reasons or none at all:

• He does not have to produce another poo sample
• It was negative
• He never gave as much attention about poo prior to this day
• He had never met anyone so interested in his poo before.

Because the poo sample was found, test confirmed that we do not need to commence antibiotics. We did not have to isolate the patient. We did not have to investigate if his loose bowel movement that morning was due to the food that was served from the kitchen.

The poo in question has always been there in the laboratory.

Poo lost. Poo found.

The Much-Awaited Pause

Just in case you were wondering where I have been hiding for the past few days, here’s a short explanation.

As usual, work is always busy. The more I try to finish my tasks, the more I feel that there are still a lot of things to do.

Today is my first day in university. I enjoyed this day, met the lecturers (who cracked straight to business) and met some friendly classmates (who like me, are wondering how we would cope with this pressure that we have voluntarily enrolled in).

Last week, I went to Brussels for a work-related meeting and took this picture of the Grand Place.

The Grand Place, Brussells (2006)

After the meeting, I went to see my parents, sis, bro-in-law and sweet smart nephew in Germany. More pics:

Which way leads to Ben’s House?

The Crystal World

Can you see Auntie M and Ben’s reflections on the Blown Glass?

Tomorrow (I mean, several hours from now), I will be flying to Canada. I will attend a five-day cancer conference. A is coming to join me so we can have a good holiday after my conference.