Thank You to My Care Team

Thank you to the doctors. To the specialists that rush from the procedure room to the appointment where you compliment me on my knowledge of my disease. Validating me.

Thank you to the PA’s who make our life SO much easier as the go-between structure of our care team.

Thank you to the intake nurses, who spend so much time with us noticing our struggles and our triumphs. Thank you for celebrating the triumphs with us. We love you and appreciate you more than we can sometimes articulate.

Thank you

Thank you to the surgeons, who stay at work for 4 more hours than they needed to, missing their child’s basketball game. There is so much you miss at our expense. We may not know about it and feel terrible about it after the fact. Thank you for picking us, when we are at our weakest, our most vulnerable and our sickest.

Thank you to the nurses who hold my hand as I go under anesthesia, as each knows how terrified I get when they push the Propofol and I start to have a panic attack. Thank you to those who understand the complexity of diagnosed medical PTSD and those who also fight to combat these episodes so that we may not experience them as badly as the last time.

Thank you to my nurse ambassadors who showed me the right and safe way to inject my medications. And thank you for saying you were impressed when I told you how much I knew about biologics. Thank you for validating my education, my illness, and also my fears of failing my next medication.

Thank you

Thank you to my infusion center nurses, who spend 3 days a week with me while I receive fluids and anti-emetics so that I can have a better quality of life. Thank you for the encouragement each day I see you. Thank you for telling me your personal stories so that I feel less lonely and like I have someone I can trust, confide in and tell my concerns to. Thank you for not judging me the day I came into your clinic after spending nearly 10 years away from the place I called home, after I came in sobbing, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Thank you for misplacing my fears so that I wouldn’t have anxiety the whole drive there, several times each week. I call you family now. And I am so thankful that I don’t know how to repay your kindness.

Thank you to my care team, who has gotten me so far in the last 14 years living with this diagnosis.

Sometimes “Thank You” just does seem like enough.

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