What is your fear as a student or a new nurse? Mine was death. Here I share a couple of stories of what happened to me during my early years as a student nurse. My greatest fear as a new student nurse was how was I going to cope when I saw my first dead person? Nurses Announcements Archive Article
My greatest fear as a new student nurse was how was I going to cope when I saw my first dead person?
I had never even had a relative who had died nor been to many funerals.
In the UK we don't really have open coffins or calling hours so I had never even seen somebody, who had been beautified for viewing.
I also imagined that I would be exposed to copious amounts of blood and guts, and what would I do if I couldn't manage it?
So when 6 weeks into being a new student, somebody came to me and asked if I had ever seen a 'dead person' I replied no. So she asked me would I like to see one, and would I like to help her lay the person out! I was petrified but I said yes, I knew that this was a fear I had to face sooner or later.
So 20 some years later I still remember this, I went into the room with my heart beating so fast I was sure it was going to jump out of my chest, I was also holding my breath preparing myself to either be
1/ Frightened
2/ Petrified
3/ Run from the room
Of course I didn't do any of the above!
The curtains in the room were closed, it was the middle of the morning and a lady of about 50 was lying peacefully on the bed. I walked over to her and the other nurse said 'touch her don't be afraid'
So I held this ladies hand and it was soft and cool not cold to touch, and I realized that although this lady had died she was still just like any other patient I had ever looked after and I was no longer scared.
We have a few rituals in the UK back in the late 80's, we let the patient rest for 1 hour, open a window and then we prepared the body to go to the morgue.
It was made into such a special occasion my introduction to death, that for the rest of my time in a hospital I did the same thing for other students and staff that had never faced death.
Unfortunately, I did not always have such pleasant experiences and if I have not bored you already I would like to share another story with you about, what not to do!
After my first experience with death, I found I was able to be supportive and understanding with pts and their family, ensuring that patients dignity was kept and that for their families I was able to make it as pleasant as is possible.
I was into my second year as a student and we had a lecturer come in and talk about death and the dying. (yep 2 years too late for most of us!)
This lecturer talked about how to inform families about their loved ones death. He said that we shouldn't confuse relatives with certain expressions like
Passing away-it would confuse
Left-relatives would think they had discharged themselves
Gone to the other side-moved floors
Kicking the bucket-inappropriate
Sorry we lost him-the pt has got lost in the hospital
The lecturer also said that we 'hospital professionals' were horrible when we informed relatives that their loved ones had died. He said that Doctors especially were the worst, often going around the houses allowing the relative to guess that their loved one had died before the doctor actually voiced it.
The lecturer said we should be honest and direct and we should use the word 'dead', then there would be no confusion.
I listened intently to this lecture, as only a naive young person can, making a mental note of how I would inform a pt's relative if I was ever in that situation.
So a few weeks later I was working on medical unit, remember in those days student nurses worked alone and were part of the staffing numbers.
One of my patients was actively dying and his wife had been called into the hospital, now we are talking about the UK here, where at that time most of the floors were 'Nightingale wards' so pts would be nursed on long wards with beds either side. Curtains were the only thing that separated the beds.
We often would put patients who were really sick or dying into side rooms if one was available but on this occasion we also had another patient who was very sick in the side room.
So picture this in your mind I was stood on the right side of the patient, and his wife was stood on the left.
I was talking to the patient to support him, and his wife was stroking his face and crying softly. After about 30 mins he quietly 'passed away'. His wife noticed the change and turned to me saying 'What is happening now'
So
Remembering the lecturer saying to us, be direct and informative and use the word 'dead'
I said in a straight direct voice 'He is Dead!" there I had said it no fluff, no going all round the houses, I was proud of my ability to do just what the lecturer said was the best way.
Just as I was patting myself on my back, telling myself a job well done-his wife opened her mouth and started screaming and screaming.
I think they heard her screaming 5 floors away! It took the charge nurse and myself about 10 mins to calm her down.
The charge nurse who knew I was due to go home, and could see I was visibly upset and shaken said go home.
I turned to go and leave the floor and as I was passing the side room, a woman came running out and dragged me in. I could see as soon as I went into the room that the man on the bed had died.
So when she asked me if he had died?
I thought OH NO this cannot be happening again, what do I say now?
Yep you guessed it, I turned to the woman, I held her hand and I said 'I am really sorry but I think he has passed away' in a soft gentle, calming voice.
I have never ever in 23 years ever told a loved one, that their relative is dead ever again!
I have I confess used much more gentle terminology, I can assure you even if the family member is not expecting it, they soon understand and know the reality without somebody using the word Dead.
There is direct and then there is real life