I must say that I never come across Florence Nightingale during my chemo, (never had radiation due to other major medical conditions). During my numerous hospital admissions the quality of care has been from one end of the good and bad spectrum to the other. I've crossed swords with two Nurse Ratched's (One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest), and a few really compassionate, professional and caring nurses. In the chemo factory, I felt like a piece of meat on the production line and a mere number. as in "The lady in room two" or bed 18.
