I am new to the discussion boards, but have browsed thru many times as a quiet observer. Today, I need to get something purged from my soul--I must put it into words and hopefully make some sort of sense to it. "It"" has haunted me, coming into my dreams and caused me to consider what it is that I do.
Not long ago I had a patient who was in her 80's who was a retired nurse, being one all of her working life. She had been independent up untill the accident happened that brought her to my facility. This patient had fallen asleep on her patio smoking, and had burned herself into the chair inwhich she sat. Terrible injury.
Prior to this she had properly made herself a "DNR", and had made sure she had completed everything required to document how she would be cared for if the unthinkable happened. Well, the unthinkable happened.
She died on my unit on full life support--ventilator, PA cath, art line, on continuous renal replacement therapy, several vasoactive drips as well as many more, and survived many complete arrests. Her hand was black from an ill-fated arterial line placement, she was also unable to tolerate pain medications, so these were withheld. She had been taken to surgery two times to remove the burn eschar. This senario was unstopable. I watched and participated in this. Yes, I did my patient advocacy part, but ended up eye to eye with a medical director. I then stepped aside and took another assignment.
I have been a nurse for many years. This patient and her death has stayed with me, shaking me to my very foundation. My thoughts revolve around-- do we do everything that we can, or do we do everything that works?
I have always been proud of what I do. I have fought the good fight, but I feel so much shame and personal pain. I feel that I must right this wrong if I am to continue and am seriously considering a change. I must be able to provide for my patients a kind and gentle death.
Thanks for listening--anyone else out there doing some sole searching?