Hospice Nursing - How Could I Not?
Not everyone can be a nurse and not every nurse can be a hospice nurse. I commonly have to reassess why I am in this field.
I’m not always sure how hospice patients are assigned to nurses. I want to believe that we are given a specific geographic area and we will have the patients living in those areas. Less drive time equals more patient contact time (and of course the company won’t have to pay as much mileage reimbursement). My supervisor asked if I would be comfortable having a Down syndrome patient added to my caseload. No one could recall the last time the agency had a Down syndrome patient on service so we didn’t have anyone with recent experience to deal with issues specific to Down’s patients. It was nice of my supervisor to ask, the patient lives a little bit out of my area, but, she knows I want patients that push me to learn.
The hospice admission process was completed by another nurse. Much education is provided to patients and families at the admit visit and they often feel overwhelmed. I visit the next day which helps calm down the information overload anxiety households often feel. Hospice nurses can answer new questions and address concerns at this follow-up visit.
Somehow, I have an immediate connection with this household. The family consisted of a wonderful retired couple whose own children were now adults and out of the house. In addition to adopting someone else with Down syndrome, they assumed guardianship of my patient. They bring me freshly brewed tea. The couple provided me with literature about Down syndrome from which I learn a lot. I found out that people with Down syndrome age faster than people without Down’s, those that live to age 50 and beyond are often considered geriatric and that Alzheimer’s disease occurs at a higher rate in the Down’s population than in the general population. This was certainly helpful to me as her hospice nurse because I can now approach care and anticipated symptom management needs pretty much based on the Alzheimer’s disease diagnosis. She seemed otherwise healthy so when it was appropriate, I educated the family on the expected progression of decline.
This caring couple was very realistic as to why hospice is brought in to a home which certainly made my job easier. Please don’t confuse being realistic about hospice for a loved one with giving up or being passionless. After seeking medical consultation for whatever disease process one may have, and undergoing possible treatments, there is a need to decide when to allow the body to follow the natural path it is on. Artificially keeping someone alive, after exhausting all treatment possibilities, with continuous mechanical and chemical assistance is just that—artificial.
My patient could not hold a conversation, but, she would usually respond with one-word answers. She had a wonderfully huge smile when I came to visit and, as I would leave, I got a frown and waving fingers on a hand that was raised less and less as the weeks passed.
For the first several months, our once-a-week visits consisted of my assessing the patient while that cup of tea was brewing. I would answer questions pertaining to whatever was searched about on the internet that week by her “mother” and about which vitamins and medications could be dropped from the daily pill-taking regimen. Eventually, the patient started eating less and sleeping more. Instead of walking 10-15 feet with someone just holding her hand, she began to need help transferring from her bed to her wheelchair and from her wheelchair to her seat on the couch. She stopped the one-word answers, the smiles got smaller and smaller. Fingers would still wave, but, the hand stayed on the arm of the couch. As symptoms increase, so do weekly nurse visits.
I had been coming to the home of this family for months and always enjoyed going there. Throughout their hospice experience the family expressed appreciation for the support the hospice team consistently provided. It got to where team members truly looked forward to visiting that home. To top it off, they had a couple of great dogs that would run up to welcome you as you came up the driveway.
On weekends and after business hours we rotate being the on-call nurse. An email is sent out the morning of the next day with a summary of what calls and visits were made. I knew it was inevitable. Checking the email on Monday morning I saw that she had died. Of course I am always worried about calmness and peacefulness at the time of death for all of our patients, after all, that is one reason we do what we do. I read that she died quietly in her sleep so that concern was alleviated. However, another concern developed. A few days after her death I began questioning if I had what it takes to continue getting close to my patients and their families and then never seeing them again.
Birth and death. You remember when your kids are born. Doctor or mid-wife, you remember that person and the surroundings. The same thing happens with death. If you ask a family member or friend that was involved in the caring of a loved one with a terminal illness, that was on hospice services, they will remember, good or bad, their hospice nurse. We can get intimate with a family in a matter of minutes. The care, education and physical and emotional support we are able to immediately provide sometimes gets sucked up in that initial hospice admission visit which can create an instant bond. As in all bonds, there are at least two parts.
Being a hospice nurse takes an energy that I am unable to describe. When people find out you are a hospice nurse, the usual response is, “How can you do that?” I would usually just say, “How could I not?” However, after supporting this beautiful family, I began to question if I could continue doing this job. I started looking at other nursing opportunities and found several that might get me back into an emotional balance.
In our rural county we don’t have a local Sunday newspaper—Saturdays are when our weekend paper comes out. My Saturday routine is to get up earlier than I want to (because I just can’t seem to sleep in anymore), make some coffee and bring the newspaper in to read. I do look at the obituaries. Although I am getting old, I’m not looking at the obits to see if friends my age are looking back at me. I look to see if I can learn something about my patient’s lives, something that I may have been unaware of. Learning about their lives is one of the joys I get from being a hospice nurse. I also decided I was going to apply for a couple of those nursing opportunities after I was done with the paper.
I was taken aback as I saw that big smile flashing at me from the paper. When I think of obituaries, I consider them very brief summaries of what was important in a person’s life. Their families, their work, their hobbies and where they lived and went to school all seem to be part of this condensed biography. As I read, I wasn’t learning anything new about my Down’s patient—the couple shared these things with me at our visits. I came to words that described an appreciation for our hospice agency which is always nice to see. I have read such words in obituaries before…I then froze with emotion as I read my name and their description of the effect I had on their family.
I am still a hospice nurse.
About makeitwork, BSN, RN
makeitwork, BSN, CHPN, is an Army veteran, a retired firefighter/paramedic and is currently a hospice nurse. He is happily married and loves it when all three kids are home from college during the holidays.
makeitwork has '5' year(s) of experience and specializes in 'Hospice and palliative care'. From 'Washington State'; Joined Apr '09; Posts: 39; Likes: 24.Dec 28, '16"I’m not looking at the obits to see if friends my age are looking back at me. I look to see if I can learn something about my patient’s lives, something that I may have been unaware of." I like that you said this--I do the same thing! Thanks for sharing your meaningful story. JoyJan 1Quote from jeastridgeI like this too."I’m not looking at the obits to see if friends my age are looking back at me. I look to see if I can learn something about my patient’s lives, something that I may have been unaware of." I like that you said this--I do the same thing! Thanks for sharing your meaningful story. JoyJan 3As a fellow Hospice Nurse, I completely understand what you're saying about the level of emotion caring for those who are approaching the end of life generates. And, as you said, we are caring for the entire family as well as the patient. They do become like family to us over the course of time. And I also completely understand why you would consider other career options after an experience such as you describe. I have had the same thought process as well, but come back to the same conclusion. A Hospice nurse is who I am, and like you, I remain dedicated to this area of medicine. Thank you for sharing this moving story.
Sue Gibbons, RN, BSN, CHPNJan 4Thank you for the comment Sue. Interestingly, I have recently switched to a new agency and, after orientation and getting my own patients, I noticed a lack of self-worth. I wasn't sure why. As some of my patients entered the actively dying stage, their families really started to express appreciation for the support I provided. I then had that emotional "shot in the arm" again and I was easily back in stride. It's funny how this job has you reflect so much. I didn't think I needed that much positive reinforcement--I sure didn't earlier in my life. Again, maybe it's the job...Jan 4Wonderful article. Had you brought up hospice nursing years ago, I would have asked how someone could do that. Your heart shows why someone would consider this. I have hospiced my FIL and father, the most fulfilling nursing I have ever done. That made me ask for EOL pts on my floor, I really feel a greater sense of service to those people. Now that I am onto my next chapter for my career, I am looking forward to being able to do hospice in 4 years after my school nurse time is up. I frequent this forum frequently to be inspired. Thank you once again for sharing the real reason people choose hospice nursing.Feb 6I love this so much! Honestly there is no greater honor than to become part of a family during this journey, and it definitely makes you feel a loss when you no longer are going to their homes and seeing the family regularly. I've been in the same boat, my first holiday working on call I had to go attend the death of one of my favorite patients. It was absolutely devastating, both because I loved the patient and I ached for his wife who would forever dread Thanksgiving. But when I pulled up his obituary and saw my name, it all felt so worth it. That is the most honored I have ever felt in my life. Such a beautiful career we have, and I so agree "How could I not?"Feb 6I'm so glad you experienced the feeling!!! I have clipped and saved obits with the family honoring me by including me in them. I keep 'em with cards received. About once or twice a year I come across them in a file while looking for something else and I have to read them--I can't help myself. You kinda' sound like you may be new to hospice, I highly recommend the obit/card file--it can help when you feel emotionally spent.
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