[EDValerieRN]

Bottom line is this: my job is tough. I love it, I can't imagine doing anything else.... but I'm having a hard time.

Two people had heart attacks, and we saved them both. One was dead when she came in, and we got her back. The other was (barely) alive when he hit the door. Right as we get him on the cardiac cath table, he codes. We get him back too.

And then comes the tragedy. Then a kid comes in and we can't save him. I had to hold his mother's hand while she watched everyone try. I had to explain to her why his chest looked caved in when we did compressions, and why there was blood coming out of his endotracheal tube. I gave her tissues when she cried, and I had to tell her that nothing we were doing was working. The kid was 15. He had asthma. That's it. Just asthma.

I take it personally every time someone isn't saved.... and I shouldn't, because if I do, I won't last long. The strange thing is.... It bothers me more every time. Most say that you get more numb every time. I think it hurts me more with each one.

I don't know why I can save a 95 year old woman, but not a kid. I don't know why the people who are evil get to go on and abuse others, while the nice guys get cancer. People say when I get to heaven, I'll be able to ask God why. I can tell you right now, whatever answer he gives isn't going to be good enough. I know life isn't fair, but Jesus Christ...... it was just asthma.

I have to work my arse off every day to save people that don't want to be saved. I take care of drug abusers, overdoses, gang violence, domestic abuse.... but I can't save the kid with asthma. Just asthma.

I could have lived my whole life without hearing the sorrow and hopelessness in that mother's cries. It hurts more every time. Then, after all I went through, I had to go to the next room and get the lawyer patient a cup of coffee. And he was ****** because it took me so long. I broke the rules. I told him that one of my pediatric patients had just died an untimely death, and I was in the next room doing everything I could to save his life, and I'm sorry if his coffee was lower on my priority list than a dying child.

He shut up.

[PatrickJ]

Two things come to mind reading your post.
One, you seem to have the heart and mind for the job. For that your patients and co workers will be thankful and blessed.
Two, that was a small snapshot of life. Hang in there, gonna get worse, and thankfully, much more nicer as your days face you.

Being a retired police officer, I have my fill of lawyers who are arrogant. Not all are so however, but thank goodness we have more arrogant docs to fill that void.

Oh, I had a pursuit that I had cancelled after ten minutes. The chumps decided to keep on running and 6 mins later, a total of 5 went to the coroners office.

That was a strange snapshot of a day for me in 1979. Not making light of your day but man, we sure can see some stuff out there

[Angie O'Plasty, RN]

Originally Posted by EDValerieRN

Bottom line is this: my job is tough. I love it, I can't imagine doing anything else.... but I'm having a hard time.

Two people had heart attacks, and we saved them both. One was dead when she came in, and we got her back. The other was (barely) alive when he hit the door. Right as we get him on the cardiac cath table, he codes. We get him back too.

And then comes the tragedy. Then a kid comes in and we can't save him. I had to hold his mother's hand while she watched everyone try. I had to explain to her why his chest looked caved in when we did compressions, and why there was blood coming out of his endotracheal tube. I gave her tissues when she cried, and I had to tell her that nothing we were doing was working. The kid was 15. He had asthma. That's it. Just asthma.

I take it personally every time someone isn't saved.... and I shouldn't, because if I do, I won't last long. The strange thing is.... It bothers me more every time. Most say that you get more numb every time. I think it hurts me more with each one.

I don't know why I can save a 95 year old woman, but not a kid. I don't know why the people who are evil get to go on and abuse others, while the nice guys get cancer. People say when I get to heaven, I'll be able to ask God why. I can tell you right now, whatever answer he gives isn't going to be good enough. I know life isn't fair, but Jesus Christ...... it was just asthma.

I have to work my arse off every day to save people that don't want to be saved. I take care of drug abusers, overdoses, gang violence, domestic abuse.... but I can't save the kid with asthma. Just asthma.

I could have lived my whole life without hearing the sorrow and hopelessness in that mother's cries. It hurts more every time. Then, after all I went through, I had to go to the next room and get the lawyer patient a cup of coffee. And he was ****** because it took me so long. I broke the rules. I told him that one of my pediatric patients had just died an untimely death, and I was in the next room doing everything I could to save his life, and I'm sorry if his coffee was lower on my priority list than a dying child.

He shut up.

I had to deal with these questions at a very young age because I had a lot of losses in my life.

Here's my "Theory of Why". I have no idea if this will be a comfort to you but I offer it in the hopes that it might be.

This life is not all there is. The body is mortal. The soul lives on after the body dies. The person lives on after the body dies.

I fully expect to go to Heaven when I die. There I will see all of the wonderful people in my life who have gone on before me.

No more pain, no more tears, no more sadness. Even if I live to be 100, it seems like a very short time when I realize that I have more than 100 years, I have Eternity. We all do.

I truly believe that something better awaits us, that only in this short life will we bear the sorrow of losing someone we've cared for.

[teeituptom]

In the ER, the thing that saves all of us, is to recognize that we are given a set of tools to work with, skills, knowledge, medicine, equipment. But the bottom line is that the final answer comes from above, thats what we really have to rely on and to understand.






also playing golf helps a lot

[tlhubbard]

Use to be in pediatric ER myself. Tough way to go. Healthy boy, working out got strangled in the cords on his workout equipment. Mom went to check on him, gone, been caught in there too long. SAD... mom and dad were divorced, he was with mom at the time. Both parents were support of one another (thank goodness). We were able to offer the parents a place to be with the body privately and away from the noise. We offered a "kit" to such parents. We included a disposable camera (for last pictures, whether they developed them or not was there choice- which made it nice in case they change their mind later). There was a bracelet a heart within a heart. One was for the child and one for the parents to keep. It also included support info., etc. Many things in there to help the parents cope as best as they could. We also allow parents/family to be in the trauma room, it helps them see all the effort and not just be told that we tried everything. Most are grateful for that opportunity. (lots of argument among the care providers though)

Preemie came in with a mom who had little education and no discharge training on the machine her child was hooked to. It kept going off, and finally a neighbor went over and asked mom what was wrong. The neighbor convinced mom that baby needed assistance. Baby came in (winter time) with no hat, small blanket and a body temp of 95.9 (not good). On went the french fry lights, IV, then sternal rubs. Those worked at first, then that even started to fail. Eventually we got the poor little guy up to ICU. That was scary.

I do believe that your attempts with that young boy (and the entire team) were meant to fail. God had another plan for that soul that no amount of medical science could alter. It's hard to understand, sometimes impossible. I hope you are able to find peace and know that when God wants that life to continue, you are there doing your part to help in God's plan. All nurses are angels in that respect.

I'll keep you in my prayers.

[kaycee]

Asthma is not just asthma. It can be very deadly. I'm sure you did everything you could. As nurses we may become used to death, but hopefully we never stop being affected by it.

[Annor]

Originally Posted by EDValerieRN

Bottom line is this: my job is tough. I love it, I can't imagine doing anything else.... but I'm having a hard time.

Two people had heart attacks, and we saved them both. One was dead when she came in, and we got her back. The other was (barely) alive when he hit the door. Right as we get him on the cardiac cath table, he codes. We get him back too.

And then comes the tragedy. Then a kid comes in and we can't save him. I had to hold his mother's hand while she watched everyone try. I had to explain to her why his chest looked caved in when we did compressions, and why there was blood coming out of his endotracheal tube. I gave her tissues when she cried, and I had to tell her that nothing we were doing was working. The kid was 15. He had asthma. That's it. Just asthma.

I take it personally every time someone isn't saved.... and I shouldn't, because if I do, I won't last long. The strange thing is.... It bothers me more every time. Most say that you get more numb every time. I think it hurts me more with each one.

I don't know why I can save a 95 year old woman, but not a kid. I don't know why the people who are evil get to go on and abuse others, while the nice guys get cancer. People say when I get to heaven, I'll be able to ask God why. I can tell you right now, whatever answer he gives isn't going to be good enough. I know life isn't fair, but Jesus Christ...... it was just asthma.

I have to work my arse off every day to save people that don't want to be saved. I take care of drug abusers, overdoses, gang violence, domestic abuse.... but I can't save the kid with asthma. Just asthma.

I could have lived my whole life without hearing the sorrow and hopelessness in that mother's cries. It hurts more every time. Then, after all I went through, I had to go to the next room and get the lawyer patient a cup of coffee. And he was ****** because it took me so long. I broke the rules. I told him that one of my pediatric patients had just died an untimely death, and I was in the next room doing everything I could to save his life, and I'm sorry if his coffee was lower on my priority list than a dying child.

He shut up.

(((((((BIG HUG TO YOU))))))

[lwd338]

Originally Posted by Annor

(((((((BIG HUG TO YOU))))))

Hey Val, you and your team did the best you could !! This isnt the first and wont be the last. I am weeping for you, be strong, it is ok to care it makes you the nurse that you are ;-)

[babynursewannab]

Like another poster said: Asthma is not JUST asthma

Perspective:
Stroke = brain attack - acute and severe can equal deadly
MI = heart attack - acute and severe can equal deadly
Asthma = lung attack - acute and severe can equal deadly

same idea, different body part.

On that aspect don't be so hard on yourself. You sound like you are perfect for the job. I have heard over and over (and now truly believe it myself) that the day you really are unaffected by events such as this, you should no longer be a nurse.

peace,
Alyssa

[annlinds]

Dear Valerie,
I too work in the Ed and have seen the nonesense of the living and the peace of the dead. We work with the tools we have been given. The greatest one we don't have though. That being the gift of life or death. Life is ultimately unfair and death is the only sure thing. Sometimes if it is meant to be we are able to prevent it.

It helps to talk. Make sure you always are able to let go.