Blood brothers
The vampires arrive every day about 4am. You can hear their trolley wheels rattling on the hard floor as they come into the ward. At least they check the vital signs are good before they take our blood. We know vampire is a harsh term for hard-working nurses, but it isn’t exactly a social hour of the day. The blood samples will dictate today’s medications and infusions. What will be the magic recipe for each of us today, I wonder? I am one of four blood cancer patients in Motutapu ward Room 3, or Red Cell 3 as we like to call it, thinking our double meaning very clever. Call us patients or inmates, it doesn’t matter; we were total strangers before we arrived. But in three days, we have formed…