Nurses treat you differently when you're a coin flip away from falling over dead. That is to say, they try really hard not to make any sort of emotional connection with you whatsoever, because if some nurse formed a friendship with me, only for me to selfishly die two weeks later, that nurse would be super sad. It's perfectly understandable, but cold hard logic doesn't offer much comfort to a kid who's being treated like a captive alien. Some do take the risk, though -- I had one nurse who was incredibly supportive and is still in touch with me today. Another woman ran the playroom and loved playing with every kid who came through her door, all while knowing that some of them would never outgrow her toys.
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Being asked to wait a week to unpack doesn't exactly inspire much confidence.
That said, the emotional stress was secondary to the excruciating side effects of the medication. If you've never had a needle jammed into the back of your knee, go ahead and cross it off your bucket list, because that is an ordeal that precisely no one needs. At first it only stings a little, but it burns for hours afterwards. Luckily, they stopped using that medication after a while because they discovered it was utterly ineffective.
Another medication made me vomit more than if I'd shotgunned an entire handle of vodka, so the doctors had to pump my stomach to get it out of my system. One medication closed my throat to the point where I couldn't eat solid foods and had to go on a completely liquid diet. One gave me shingles three separate times. One turned me into a hyperactive monster. Another made me hallucinate the Muppets leering in through my living room window and threatening to eat me. At that point, I wouldn't be surprised if they had a serious discussion about giving me the mother lode of hard drugs.
"I mean, heroin can't make his cancer worse, right?"
And if the nurses were cold, the doctors were worse. One treated me like a lab lesson, parading in a horde of medical students to observe me while barely acknowledging my existence as anything other than a medical curiosity. Another kicked off every day with, "Oh, I see you're not dead yet!" I get that he was trying to make me laugh, but at that point I still didn't know if I was on placebos. He was otherwise an excellent doctor, it's just that ...