immunocompromised

‘I didn’t sign up to walk into every shift with gut-wrenching fear I may take a death sentence home to my immunocompromised child.’: Nurse says ‘give us some grace as we navigate these uncharted waters’

“I’m tired of hearing, ‘People in the medical field shouldn’t complain. They knew what they signed up for.’ I signed up to be compassionate, to use my skillset to assess and treat illnesses. I did not sign up to fight a global pandemic wearing a bandana as a make-shift mask. I did not sign up to practice Nursing while our patient’s visitors steal supplies already on a nationwide shortage.”

‘I get to the door and there is my eldest son, arms crossed, blocking entry. ‘Mask, Mom!’ I am high risk, and one blessed mama.’: High-risk woman battling myasthenia gravis urges ‘this is not just a little sickness bug’

“Ricky taps my hand if I try to touch something. THEN, this child pulls out the sanitizer and sprays my hands with it. He waits until I rub it in correctly and looks at me through the corner of his eye to make sure I don’t touch anything again. Ricky knows I am one of the ones who would most certainly die. He has been in the hospital with me more times than I can count.”

‘Gianna would love to talk to you.’ I instantly regretted my decision. ‘Do I really want her at my house?’ We set a date.’: Mothers form unlikely bond through special needs daughters, ‘Everyone is struggling. Some of us just hide it better’

“She thought we should meet. Would it be awkward? Texting a stranger? I knew what I needed to do first. Look her up on Facebook. I immediately found her page and was instantly intimidated by her photo. Her profile picture was of her on their wedding day. She was beautiful, thin, gorgeous. There were no photos of her daughter’s face. Everything was vague. Did she think she was Blue Ivy? What’s the deal with that? I am a chronic over-sharer. Surely we wouldn’t have anything in common. Oh how wrong I was.”

‘My son, this chubby baby, is currently on chemo. He has cancer. He can’t be in this waiting room.’: Mom has ‘immense guilt’ for every mother experiencing loss, childhood cancer treatments now that son is healthier

“‘Enjoy it,’ a man said, looking at my happy son. ‘I’m enjoying this more than you know.’ Just 6 months ago, I walked into that waiting room with my son closely held to my chest. His bright blue eyes peeked up at me – almost completely covered by a paper face mask. I’ll never forget placing Jameson on the table. ‘Does his belly look too big?’ I asked, concerned. Our perfect, happy, healthy baby boy had a belly full of tumors. Cancerous tumors.”

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