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Life Death and Other Matters of Consequence: Part IRating: (votes: 0) Comment:
After Letha went to the hospital with lights flashing and sirens screaming, life back at the nursing home rapidly returned to normal. As the days passed with no word from either the hospital or the family, and no obituary announcing her passing, we all began to think she might have survived the sepsis after all, that she might even come back to us. Eventually, the good news came down that she had, indeed, successfully fought off the sepsis, as well as a nasty case of pneumonia AND a STEMI, and she would be coming home as soon as the IV antibiotics were finished.The bad news was, the family now understood that this was probably the end. Though Letha had won the skirmish with death, it had weakened her to a point where she was clearly losing the war, and as the tough-minded oldest daughter, Judy, told our admissions director: "We've got to think about what's best for Mom now."Hearing this second-hand, I began to question the actions I'd taken and the decisions I'd made on that fateful afternoon when Letha crashed. What had we 'saved' her for? I asked myself over and over. So she could suffer even more? So she could have another week, or two, or ten, of being sick and miserable? Of having no control over her life or even her surroundings? She would have been gone within a matter of hours if I hadn't intervened.........but I'd done what I was supposed to do, what I knew I had to do, and now we all had to live with it.I looked in on her every day after she returned, despite the fact that she was on a different unit and the daughter who was staying in the hospice room with her, Annie, was very cold to me during my visits. I thought she blamed me for everything that had happened since that day, and as the days passed into weeks, I felt more and more guilty. I'd sneak into the room and look at Letha's pale, shrunken face and think maybe I'd been wrong about her. Could it be that she was taking so long to die because SHE didn't want to be dead, not because the family was having such a hard time letting her go? Her daughters had always said she was a fighter.......The end came quietly yesterday afternoon, after almost five weeks of shallow, rapid breathing, bouts of agitation, the fever that nothing could break. Again, I wondered what it had all been for---I was glad Letha was out of her pain and felt relief for the family, but why had it been necessary for her to go through so many days of torment? The answer---as so rarely happens in real life---turned out to be as close as the oldest daughter, Judy, who had come to our nurses' station to let us all know that Letha's struggle was over at last, and to offer thanks for the care we'd given her. "You were the nurse who sent her to the hospital that day, weren't you?" she inquired, as much of herself as of me (having been orphaned many years ago, I know how difficult it is to keep time and people in perspective for awhile after such a profound loss).Oh, dear God, I thought, now it's coming. But what she said next still gives me goosebumps:"I wanted to thank you for what you did for Mom. As you know, we've all had a terrible time facing the fact that her time was coming, and even though we knew we had to, we just couldn't bear to let her go. Because you acted so quickly when things went wrong, we were given the extra time we needed to be ready to let go. We will never forget that."Then she hugged me, brushed a tear from her face, and walked out the door into the autumn afternoon, where red-and-gold leaves swirled madly as if in a rush to enjoy the last of their own glory before dying.
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I love your last sentence. Incredibly evocative. As was the whole story, but that conclusion is powerful
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So many times we question our actions, but always try to do what is best for the patient and family. I am working with a family now helping them make a decision about removing their mom from the vent. They have realized that she did not want to be on life support and they have been trying to keep her here for themselves, so she will be coming off on Friday. The docs would have wanted to do it sooner but the family was not ready so we had to sit doen with the doc and discuss everything and once he understood their reason for waiting until Friday, everyone was on the same page. I digress. Your story was so beautiful and loved your last line. :redpinkhe
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Threads merged for continuity
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Girl, you are some kind of writer. Get that book out!
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Thank you. This story will be part of it, if and when I ever get it finished.Mercy, how perspective changes when you're older and have begun to figure out what really matters. So much of what we think is important in nursing, like perfect care plans and the 'right' treatments, doesn't mean squat when you're dealing with a precious individual person, a human being unlike any other who has ever existed or ever will exist. Sadly, we tend to forget that in our rush to get things done, finish the paperwork, tie up all the loose ends so we can keep our butts out of a sling and our facilities out of trouble with the State. I got pulled in yesterday during an investigation of an incident that occurred on my shift some months ago when a CNA didn't follow a care plan and a resident was injured, and I'm telling you, I was sweating bullets. No, I personally didn't cause the injury, nor would I have countenanced the CNA's not following the care plan if I'd known about it; but I was the shift supervisor and therefore bear some of the responsibility. The thing is, I'm not so upset about the legalities---we (the facility) were clearly in the wrong, there's no defense for that, and I feel very fortunate that both my job and my license are secure. What I feel TERRIBLE about is the pain and suffering the resident has experienced as a result of the injury, and you can be sure I'm going to supervise my staff more closely in the performance of their duties........not because I'm afraid of getting in trouble, but because I love my residents and I never want sloppy care to endanger them again. Not on my watch!
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Loved your story-especially the line about the autumn leaves.You REALLY have the knack for turning a memorable phrase... Your subject is the most frustrating aspect of my job in LTC-we actually were cited a few years ago and the DOH determined that "We are obligated to consider the resident's needs ahead of family's demands"
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Now I'm sitting here crying. Sometimes, I think half of this job is getting the families to the point where they realize there's something worse than Mom or Dad dying.Hugs to you for being the voice of the voiceless.:icon_hug:
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Quote from ktwlpnLoved your story-especially the line about the autumn leaves.You REALLY have the knack for turning a memorable phrase... Your subject is the most frustrating aspect of my job in LTC-we actually were cited a few years ago and the DOH determined that "We are obligated to consider the resident's needs ahead of family's demands"
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Marla ......... I think we're twins separated at birth!
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I wish that in some way that would be PC so not to "offend" anyone this message would be posted in each LTC brouchure!! NOTHING and I mean NOTHING tears out your heart more that having someone say " I wish they would let me go ". I have seen this countless times over the years and because of this I don't believe as a society America is ready for health care reform. We don't want to make hard decisions. I have taken care of 2 cases of vegative state pts as a result of car accidents. No real responses to any environmental factors. Bodies falling apart and systems failing and listed as full codes by the family. One like this for 12 years and the other for 2 years. And we the tax payers are paying for it. Viva you hit the nail on the head!
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