I absolutely love my job in the infusion center. I love my hours, my co-workers and my patients we come in contact with on a daily basis. I don't even mind giving chemotherapy and all that comes with it. This week though has been tough and made me think question about what I am doing.
I have worked here for a year now. My roots are in med/surg where I worked for 13 yrs and I while I do miss it I really love this different kind of nursing. We get to see our chemo patients every week, either for blood work or chemotherapy, and we get close to some of them and their families. They are always bringing us goodies and then sit there and watch to see if we enjoy them (one of the reasons why I have gained 20 lbs). This week though I am learning the downside of oncology nursing.
One patient is a male in his early 50's who was diagnosed with an extremely aggressive form of lung cancer around April. He went through 4 months of chemo with his wife by his side every day and I remember the day 6 weeks ago when his PET scan came back clear and they told the dr that they wanted to travel. The dr told them to do it sooner rather than later and last week he came back in and the cancer has come back and spread everywhere. His prognosis looks grim.
Another lady has been battling breast cancer. She is from England and is one of the most dignified, beautiful ladies I have ever met. A few weeks ago she found out (after traveling the world with her sister) that her cancer has come back and gone to the brain. She is declining rapidly.
Another patient comes as a pair. They are the cutest elderly couple I have ever seen. They joke with each other and with us. I ran into them in WalMart a few months ago and they met my son and they make it a point to ask about my "handsome" son every time I see them. She found out last week her lymphoma is back and spread to her brain, she is in the hospital and very confused. She is trying chemo again but....
Ms. C has been coming for a few weeks now and she is always upbeat with a smile on her face. Last Friday she was happy and doing great... today she is declining and her sats hover around 90. Yesterday she was in for blood and talked about just letting go. Today she did not show up for appointment deciding to stay home instead.
In med/surg you don't really get the time to get VERY close with your patients. When I worked briefly in a nursing home I got close to patients/family but when they passed it was expected and they had lived a good life. This is seeing the young, vibrant being robbed of life due to the evil cancer.
I really thought long and hard this week whether I was in the right career field, whether I should get as close to future patients or if I can take the heartache it can bring.
On the other hand the positive that these patients and their families have brought to my life over the past year has been so profound words can not really express. It is hard that is for sure.