The hum of dialysis machines filled the air as Clara adjusted her blanket, glancing at the nurse who was checking her vitals. Across from her, James leaned back in his chair, his eyes following another nurse as she walked briskly to assist a patient.
“You know,” Clara began, breaking the silence, “I don’t think I’d have made it this far without these nurses. They’re not just caregivers—they’re lifesavers.”
James nodded thoughtfully. “I hear you. It’s not just the medical stuff they do. It’s how they talk to us, how they listen. Like last week, Nurse Maria sat with me for ten minutes after my session just to check how I was feeling emotionally. She didn’t have to do that.”
Clara smiled. “Maria’s amazing. She helped me understand my diet better—explained why cutting back on certain foods could actually make me feel less tired. It’s like they’re part nurse, part counselor.”
James chuckled softly. “And part magician! They somehow keep their cool even when things get chaotic here. I asked Nurse Raj once how he handles it all, and he said, ‘We do it because we care.’ But you can see it takes a toll on them.”
Clara’s face grew serious. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. Maria looked exhausted last week. I read somewhere that dialysis nurses face burnout because they’re constantly juggling so much—our care, the machines, even their own emotions.”
James leaned forward slightly. “That’s why I try to make their job easier when I can. Follow instructions, show up on time—small things like that. They already do so much for us.”
Clara nodded in agreement. “And they do it with such grace. Remember Nurse Ellie? She helped me through my first session when I was terrified of the needles. She didn’t just explain what was happening—she held my hand and talked me through my fears.”
James smiled warmly. “They really do go above and beyond. But you know what? I think there’s room for improvement too.”
“Like what?” Clara asked curiously.
“Well,” James said thoughtfully, “maybe more mental health support for them—and for us too. They carry a lot of emotional weight from dealing with our struggles day in and day out. And sometimes we need more than just physical care; we need someone to help us process what we’re going through.”
Clara nodded slowly. “That’s true. Maybe if they had more training or resources for emotional support, it would help everyone—patients and nurses alike.”
The two sat quietly for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of the machines.
“You know,” Clara said softly, “we’re lucky to have them. They don’t just treat our bodies—they give us hope.”
James smiled again, looking over at Nurse Maria as she adjusted another patient’s machine with practiced ease.
“Hope,” he repeated. “That’s exactly what they give us.”
Citations:
[1] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC5852446/
[2] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC8346309/
[3] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC5618164/
[4] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC3982113/
[5] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6258413/
[6] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC3847622/
[7] https://www.rasmussen.edu/degrees/nursing/blog/what-does-a-dialysis-nurse-do/
[8] https://nursejournal.org/careers/dialysis-nurse/
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