Kim has been my nurse several times since I began chemo treatment. During my first few treatments, I was still shocked at the diagnosis and how many of the activities I love would no longer be the things I could do. Among those activities was lap swimming with a group I'd been with for over 30 years.
While I could go in the water, actual freestyle swimming would dislodge my port. Kim recognized, while running around as her actual nursing duties, that I had lost a lot, and this was just one thing too many for me to give up. She, a swimmer herself, took the time to talk to me, not about finding other things to do, but how to change my stroke so I could still swim with my friends. This may seem minor or even silly, but she was sensitive and observant enough to see that the loss of this along with so much else was just too much and she helped me through it. Because of her kindness, this was the first time in that awful initial panic that I was able to it might be possible to cope with my new life situation. We're lucky to have her.