K*nkercancer part 26, Care team Jacobskliniek thanks!
Another new challenge on my path. I'm leaving the Jacobskliniek and I'm going home Ter Hagen in Driehuis. I have a sort of a recliner where I can create my own little world. My girlfriends have been busy making it a nice room, so that I will feel as comfortable as possible.
But it also means I'm leaving the Jacob Clinic. I've been here since May and still used to my little room. And especially the people who helped me here. I am very grateful to them, because they also taught me valuable lessons. The one I was immediately messed up with was Kitty. She was way too strict in my eyes, so I went straight against it. But over time, she showed me that I wasn't there for her, but for myself. And if she took me hard, it was to challenge me and not bother me. Because of her way of doing it, I became more and more independent.
My rehabilitation coaches Ria and Babette also helped me. Ria was always there to comfort me and drag me through difficult times. I could always tell her my story. She always had time for me, but also made me think while crying why I couldn't take it off. What exactly did I feel? Babette taught me that I benefit greatly from clarity and structure. With her it is black or white, but certainly not gray. Even if you can talk about anything. Make appointments and stick to them. That works very well for me.
Mayra is the one who was the first to knock down my walls. She took me outside when I didn't want to and introduced me to other residents. My world got bigger because of her. And I had a really nice time with some residents thanks to her. She didn't always work in my department, but she always took the time to come by. She gave me attention and super sweet presents. As a human being, I felt greatly appreciated by her.
Rayda is the sweetest, but straight to the point nurse I've been through. When I heard her voice, I quickly looked to see if my room was a little tidy.
Usually not and she made a remark about that. She encouraged me to stand up for myself and also to stay honest. If there's anything I can do myself, ask for help. Make sure my hair was combed. She even braided them nicely since I walked around like a bum. She hit me with her good care. Always neat but so approachable. A beautiful person.
Monique and Sella felt a bit like buddies. Always in for a good conversation and joke. They were interested in me as a person and asked about my past. I laughed with them and had nice conversations. They're good nurses with the heart in the right place. I'm definitely gonna miss them.
There are, of course, many more nurses with whom I have been in contact, and one went better than the other. But I had a good time at the Jacob Clinic. Like I said, I've learned valuable lessons. But I also understand now how hard it is to rehab. It's a whole different world. Everything is rehab. You start all over again and have so much to learn. People are watching how you do your best to learn something. But they're also your cheerteam if you can. The physiotherapists who challenge you to become stronger and become more independent. Practice until you can't, but don't forget it anymore.
The care team with occupational therapy, care mediation and social work were always there to help me. Most of all, they helped me get on my way. And the road after the Jacobskliniek made clear. Searched for a good living space. Ensuring that the transfer will go well. In between I could always rely on their expertise.
I've spread the goodbye a little in a few days. Written a card for the nurses and thank them personally for their care. I won't forget them soon. While I pint out a tear and my headband is doing well, the next challenge comes up. I notice that I'm loosing a whole braid from my head. My hair's starting to fall out. I'm scared, and a cry overtakes me, but first I have to move...
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