For many years, what guided me was to choose therapists who were first and foremost professional, hardly thinking about the human element and, in the worst case, trying to minimize it, because "she/he is super professional, and what really matters? It's not a friend, the main thing is that they know what to do.".
Somehow, this perception meant that I actually encountered some really unusual situations where there were moments when I said to myself, "Someone here is definitely playing a joke on me or recording me for some kind of prank.".
My friends eagerly awaited the stories and we found ourselves laughing, which was both comforting and normalizing.
But as I mature and learn to refine what is good for me, who are the people I want around me, and how important it is not to give up on the human element, I say first and foremost, this priceless element, first and foremost, above all else!
It turned out that even before I was wired, I chose an oncologist who gave me a warm hug every time we met, who allowed me her private phone number for when my anxiety was crazy, and just a message from her that it was normal was reassuring, she told me nonstop, everything will be behind you, Brea, what strengthening words, it seemed so simple just to say them. For me, it was a lifeline on many days when my anxiety was so significant and dark that I couldn't see beyond it.
The surgeon before the operation laid his hand and kind eyes on me and told me that he cared for me as if I were his daughter. I don't know what happened after I fell asleep, but I fell asleep with the feeling of his hand on my forehead and his words in my heart.
The nurse, who brightened my eyes every time I saw her, knew the whole family and knew how to tell me "It's not a good day to be alone, call him" understood my eyes torn with fear, the tears I tried to hide. She searched for my missing vein (because how much can you ask for from the left side of my body), with a compassionate look, "I know, it hurts" she said over and over again and for a moment I didn't just feel transparent, she said sorry, that she didn't succeed and I saw the joy that it worked immediately.
The physical therapist knew that it was beyond range of motion and provided touch, conversation, and tools for everyday life.
And there were other embracing hands and open hearts, such that the multitude of cases and the exhaustion did not cause them to grow numb.
Those who saw me beyond the ID number, the story of the incident, my wallet...
It is important to balance, it is important to tell, I wish there were many, I wish my friends would be exposed to those who measure quality first and foremost in terms of humanity.
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