Change is Good - Part II: The Farewell

It is strangely liberating to be shedding the persona of "Pediatric Oncology Nurse". I no longer have to share an incredibly intimate set of experiences with any one, even in the most vague and protective manner. I now get to describe "waking kids up after operations".

Delightful, absolutely delightful.

I actually like what I will get to do. The work I do will cause me minimal distress, and minimal pain. There will still be sad stories, and sad cases, that come through the doors towards me. But it won't be the majority of who I treat.

Last night a few of the girls I love the best came and said good-bye to me. We went to a day spa that does mini-treatments, and happy hour! Incredibly chic, totally West Elm. We sat between/after treatments and sipped wine, and ate nibbles. It could have gotten heavy, but instead we chose to reveal which celebrity we'd fuck. Just fucking, not marry or anything. Kind of like our "That One I'd Give You" clause.

I chose Ewan McGreggor. I was horrified to learn that one of them didn't know who he was!

But, it was lovely. I sat there knowing I'll miss them all very much. But I won't miss what it has done to us.