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- Jan 11, '12 by SamyRNKAW;
I believe that we cross paths with people at certain times for specific reasons. Whatever the reason, be it for your gained perspective on your passion, his, to know there are people who genuinely care, whatever. It doesn't really matter. I've learned to embrace the interactions, and pray for "thy will be done."
If you get the opportunity to talk with him again, tell him about what you remember about his wife, just as you shared here. It will mean the WORLD to him that you remember those things.
Oversensitive? I would hope you would be to an extent!!! You're a nurse!
- Jan 11, '12 by GitanoRNI salute you for reaching out to GR, when he needed it the most . I strongly believe all nurses at one time or another has experienced this situation...thank you for sharing it with us...as I send you hugs from across the miles~
- Jan 11, '12 by leslie :-Dat the risk of getting flamed, perhaps him 'allowing' himself to die, wouldn't be such a bad thing (IF he's elderly and alone.)
for some reason, i always get a feeling of peace, when i hear about a couple who've been married practically their entire lives...
one spouse dies, and usually within months, the other spouse dies.
it just feels so natural to me...
for those types of couple, to be together in life, and death.
first though, i'm hoping that he's been tested on at least, an antidepressant or 2.
if he has intractible grief, then i'm ok with those who just want to be with their spouse.
- Jan 11, '12 by GrnTeawhen you think about it, most hospitalized people are touch-deprived. they don't have the touch of their own clothes, the wind and sun on their cheeks, or the simple pleasures of handshakes or petting a companion animal. now we put them in those nasty gowns (would you ever buy a nightie made of that material?) on harsh sheets and miserable mattresses and lousy pillows. holding a hand or stroking an upper arm or rubbing a back is not just nice, it's a deliberately therapeutic nursing action.
this poor old man has lost his life's companion, and probably nobody touches him with affection now. he aches. good on you for making the human connection part of your nursing.
- Jan 11, '12 by imintroubleI don't want to hijack the OPs thread, but her story made me think of something similar.
I work at a hospital with a LTC facility within steps of us. Sometimes the LTC requests something. We have to return a chart, etc. I was walking down a hallway in the LTC to get to the NX station. It was early AM, dark outside, the hallway lights were dim. I passed a room, double occupancy as LTC rooms usually are, and an old woman was standing in the light from a lamp on a dresser. The room was dark, objects unrecognizabe except those things in the circle of that light. An antique dresser, some photos, and a few knick-knacks. The woman was alone and solitary as her roommate was asleep. She didn't see me.
It struck me as sad and poignant, that a lifetime of memories and belongings were condensed down into half of a 15 x 15 room.
It made me sad. Thinking of it now makes me sad still, and I'm not sure why.
- Jan 11, '12 by nursel56i still have a memory of a 12 year old girl newly diagnosed with a pretty agressive cancer walking down the hall in her carnation pink robe and matching slippers with her adoring daddy beaming smiles at each other as they both tried to keep her rolling iv pole on track. he squired his little girl like a princess. knowing what was to come and seeing their little circle of love pierced my heart. i think these images are meant to teach us something. bless you for reaching out to that man. we will never think those things are silly. ((kaw)) ♥
- Jan 11, '12 by lsphelps1953[QUOTE=KAW1962;6041773]Today while at work I went into one of the patient's rooms to help him with something. He had a roommate who I easily recognized.
I was a hospice nurse for 4 years before I decided I needed a break. The families really tear your heart out. Be proud that you were so compassionate and observant of your patient's pain.