A hospice poem/writing-

[Hellllllo Nurse, BSN, RN]

I came across this hospice writing and enjoyed it. No author was listed.

Hospice Nurse Job

When the beeper went off you were dreaming

about running away from your kid's ball game and your job and your home.

On your way you review all the steps of pronouncement - you look for the hospice death packet and think about what you will do and say.

They meet you at the door, quietly leading you to the room.

Everyone is silent, the lights are dim, and they are waiting, expectantly.

On the hospital bed lies a skeleton - a shell of a person - pasty in color, motionless.

There is no heartbeat, no peripheral pulse, no respiration; the eyes are open and fixed.

You wonder who this person was, what she was like when she was young,

what kind of suffering she endured. You tell the family that the patient has died.

The young girl begins to cry her brother holds her,

their mother - the patient's daughter - sits stoically next to the bed; hands folded in her lap.

You stop the CADD pump and gently remove the sub-q catheter. You turn off the oxygen concentrator and remove the nasal cannel. You excuse yourself to make the phone calls.

The family sits next to their now gone grandmother - touching her hands, crying,

reassuring each other that they have done the best for her.

The daughter, the spine (pillar?) of strength is not crying but gently talking to her children.

You notify the doctor - he is sad, says he's known her for 30 years probably will go to the funeral. You notify the minister who says he'll be right there.

The funeral director will arrive in 30 minutes.

The daughter witnesses for you

as you pour morphine and Percocet tablets into the toilet and flush.

Paperwork.

The daughter tells you her mother suffered from cancer for 20 years off and on -

but that the last 3 months were fast and painful

until the hospice nurses got the pain under control with the CADD pump.

You calculate what the cancer must have occluded, eroded, robbed, to cause such pain.

There is cachexia. There are pedal contractures. The abdomen is grossly enlarged.

You tell the daughter the good things you see - how beautifully the skin has been kept,

not a hint of breakdown; how nice the hair looks,

such an obvious sign of the love and devotion her mother has received.

The two young children leave the room and you and the daughter bathe the mother one last time, change the linens, and make her comfortable.

You talk to each other and to the body. The daughter begins to cry - you hold her,

like the child she is at this moment - the child who no longer has a mother.

The doorbell rings, the funeral director has arrived.

You encourage the daughter and her family to come into the dining room and have a cup of tea. You go back to the bedroom to assist with the transfer of the body into the funeral bag.

Such finality when the zipper goes over the face -

you want to keep the family delicately away from the sight of this.

It is painful enough for you.

The minister arrives. The family gathers in the living room.

They thank you for being there and for giving up your sleep in their hour of need.

You pack the loose medical supplies, strip the bed, break it down, gather the trash,

turn out the bedroom light, and close the door.

The equipment company will come in the morning for the larger supplies.

You say good-bye and leave. Outside, alone in your car, you cry.

A few months later at a mutual friend's wedding, you see the daughter.

When she sees you she smiles with sadness in her eyes.

You smile back. She knows. You know. She knows you know.

That is all. That is enough.

[kim93079]

Thank you that is wonderful and very touching.

[Blackcat99]

Thanks Hellllllo Nurse. I really enjoyed reading it too.

[renerian, BSN, RN]

Thanks for posting it. Inspirational.

renerian

[kyhospicenurse]

Thanks for sharing

I came across this hospice writing and enjoyed it. No author was listed.

Hospice Nurse Job

When the beeper went off you were dreaming

about running away from your kid's ball game and your job and your home.

On your way you review all the steps of pronouncement - you look for the hospice death packet and think about what you will do and say.

They meet you at the door, quietly leading you to the room.

Everyone is silent, the lights are dim, and they are waiting, expectantly.

On the hospital bed lies a skeleton - a shell of a person - pasty in color, motionless.

There is no heartbeat, no peripheral pulse, no respiration; the eyes are open and fixed.

You wonder who this person was, what she was like when she was young,

what kind of suffering she endured. You tell the family that the patient has died.

The young girl begins to cry her brother holds her,

their mother - the patient's daughter - sits stoically next to the bed; hands folded in her lap.

You stop the CADD pump and gently remove the sub-q catheter. You turn off the oxygen concentrator and remove the nasal cannel. You excuse yourself to make the phone calls.

The family sits next to their now gone grandmother - touching her hands, crying,

reassuring each other that they have done the best for her.

The daughter, the spine (pillar?) of strength is not crying but gently talking to her children.

You notify the doctor - he is sad, says he's known her for 30 years probably will go to the funeral. You notify the minister who says he'll be right there.

The funeral director will arrive in 30 minutes.

The daughter witnesses for you

as you pour morphine and Percocet tablets into the toilet and flush.

Paperwork.

The daughter tells you her mother suffered from cancer for 20 years off and on -

but that the last 3 months were fast and painful

until the hospice nurses got the pain under control with the CADD pump.

You calculate what the cancer must have occluded, eroded, robbed, to cause such pain.

There is cachexia. There are pedal contractures. The abdomen is grossly enlarged.

You tell the daughter the good things you see - how beautifully the skin has been kept,

not a hint of breakdown; how nice the hair looks,

such an obvious sign of the love and devotion her mother has received.

The two young children leave the room and you and the daughter bathe the mother one last time, change the linens, and make her comfortable.

You talk to each other and to the body. The daughter begins to cry - you hold her,

like the child she is at this moment - the child who no longer has a mother.

The doorbell rings, the funeral director has arrived.

You encourage the daughter and her family to come into the dining room and have a cup of tea. You go back to the bedroom to assist with the transfer of the body into the funeral bag.

Such finality when the zipper goes over the face -

you want to keep the family delicately away from the sight of this.

It is painful enough for you.

The minister arrives. The family gathers in the living room.

They thank you for being there and for giving up your sleep in their hour of need.

You pack the loose medical supplies, strip the bed, break it down, gather the trash,

turn out the bedroom light, and close the door.

The equipment company will come in the morning for the larger supplies.

You say good-bye and leave. Outside, alone in your car, you cry.

A few months later at a mutual friend's wedding, you see the daughter.

When she sees you she smiles with sadness in her eyes.

You smile back. She knows. You know. She knows you know.

That is all. That is enough.

[Ashera, LPN]

How beautiful! I've copied it for our breakroom at hospice. Thanks for posting it -

[hospicemom]

I have copied this as well. Thank you so very much. as much as it brought tears to my eyes, it is so true!! PLEASE if anyone knows any sites with more inspirational poems or writings for hospice let me know. I have been searching for things as this. anything would be helpful.

[NCgirl]

Thank you for that, it brought tears ro my eyes.

[katie'sangel, BSN, RN]

I copied it and sent it to all the administrators at our corp office.

These nurses sit in their nice clean offices and have forgoten what we bedside nurses do. And the incredible significance of our of humble personal sacrifices we give to help people in need each day.

I wasn't brave enough to send it to the hospice docs (besides, I don't have their e-mails) but they could realy use a dose of nursing reallity too.

[LoriAlabamaRN]

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

[ZacharyGirl]

Thank you for posting this...............so very true!!!

[lilwhitedaisy]

THIS is why I am going into hospice. That is what we received when my mom passed away and that is why I choose to go back to school for nursing. Thanks for the very clear reminder.