My memories about my friend Nazli
She was also blind, because things went wrong during her birth (not enough oxygen).
But she was a very intelligent girl. She lived with her little sister by a fosterfamily. The foster mother brought them always to the room, asked the nurse to call her when they were finished and went back home. I mean, how can you leave before those children have their infusion? The woman who always did it, was so bad in her job. She always poked you several times and then she would call help in from a real doctor who gave you the infusion in seconds. The boy of your small group told her after some time that she was not allowed anymore to poke him. It was a fight, but he won.
For me there was a special protocol which said that only a real doctor must poke me, but.... I still remember that I turn the page of the local newspaper by my grandmother and I immediately saw her funeral notices. I lost the Dutch funeral notice over the years, but still have the turkish one. She was Turkish and her funeral was held in Turkey. I still have to ask a Turkish frined to translate this funeral notice.
There worked a fantastic nurse on the child department. After the infusion she gave us hot chocolade and cookies and sometimes a small present. Other nurses always thought that these presents were rubbish and she had always saved the stuff from the basket. And, she always whispered "I can do it better", but since 1990 (?) aren't nurses any longer allowed to give you an infusion.
There is one funny story I will tell an other time.