Reading through this thread I feel like I'm at work, LOL.
Patients and families often bring things for us that just make our day a little nicer - like a bag of Dunkin Donuts for each shift, or chocolates, bagels and cream cheese, cookies, etc. We once had a family cook us an entire Thanksgiving dinner - it was so nice for those of us who had to work the holiday.
One of the things that means the most to me, though, is when a patient and/or their family asks if I'm coming back the next night, and expresses disappointment if I'm not; or says "great" if I am. Or if a patient has their family members bring a picture of their dog for me to see, or a recipe we've talked about, or something else that means we've meant something to eachother. Things like that, for me, are what make all the difficulties of the job worth it.
Over the years I've worked with so many different nurses there would be no way to classify them into any one category. Some, of course, have truly amazed me while others um, didn't. Together we've had a lot of fun and been in the trenches together. I realized when I was out of work for close to a year with my illness how much meaning being a nurse has in my life. I missed it terribly, especially my patients. Couldn't wait to take care of them once again, and had a new appreciation for what it feels like to be on the other side of the bed after I came back.
As for my chemo nurses, they loved me. I walked in every day with a pastry tray or other gooey dessert - I have a family member in the business.

No shortage of "buddies" coming in my room to talk shop, Disney, whatever. I felt comfortable there, as much as one could under the circumstances. Same with the radiation crew - they had me bring my puppy in every day along with my kids, it was

I almost was sorry to leave, such good people. I wrote them some nice notes of thanks and brought them in along with the usual goodies. I feel as though all of them gave me way more than I gave them.
I also delivered at my own hospital. Spent 5 nights in L&D trying to get the twins out. Had a lot of colleague visitors, but I welcomed their company, nothing was really going on. Some of my wicked nurse friends snuck me crackers which I ate under the covers when I was NPO.

On the post partum unit one night I was really surprised, I had no visitors.

In the morning I figured out why - my nurse had put a NO VISITORS sign on my door, guess she thought I'd had enough.

I would definitely go there again, was glad to be there when I had a critical hemorrhage after delivery (an accreta).
As I told a new nurse last night when she became upset about something that happened - in the line of work we do, we have to develop a thick skin if we're going to survive on the job. When people get mad about things and attempt to take it out on me, I decide if I "own it" or not. If I do, then fine, I'll work it out. But if I don't, then I let it go. Do I get upset? Of course I do. But I try to let as much of it go as I possibly can. When the day comes that it gets to be too much, then that's the day that it's time for me to go.
Sappy, I know, but want to offer a

to all my fellow nurses. Thank you all for what you do!!