After a couple of days on the chemotherapy floor, Marie was moved to the neurological floor. It's virtually a brand new floor with an outstanding waiting area for visitors. But you know what they say. You can't tell a book by it's cover.
Marie has a private room with the latest technology. What's noticeable right away is how young the nursing staff is. Youth isn't the issue, it was the experience. On the chemotherapy floor the nursing staff appeared to be a mix of newer and more experienced nurses who were quite comforting to the patient and family members. But on the neurological floor things were more by the book. Following procedure was the important thing. I'm sure medical needs were given, but emotional needs didn't seem to be considered. Fortunately Marie didn't notice because of her confusion, but I was uncomfortable from the beginning. It was like being in a different hospital.
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