And He Will Die...

Nurses provide care for families in times of death. Who will care for the nurses so they can continue to grow? How can we, as nurses, support the profession to assist other nurses to continue to be able to provide care when it is extremely personal, such as when death arrives for a family members of our patients. How do we relate to our patients and their families. How do we view death? Nurses Announcements Archive Article

Words that are heard by many family members when a catastrophic event is going on in a bed nearby. The lifeline they have held on so firmly is being cut by a doctor who knows the physiological condition of the loved one in the bed.

The doctor walks out. His message has been delivered. He has allowed 30 seconds for questions by the family. They were too stunned to respond except with a quick inhale and the internal la-la-la-la-la of denial throbbing in the head of at least one of the family members. As the tears begin and the sobbing starts the door is quietly closed. Privacy is afforded this family.

The family quickly regroups. No, this can't be real. They want to ask questions of that doctor. Only the vapor trail of the doctor remains. The door to the outside world slammed closed behind the MD as he ran so as not to be there when the questions hit.

The family scans the surroundings. There are no familiar faces close by. They know they cannot approach just anyone and ask the tough questions. They will be directed to talk with the nurse assigned.

Suddenly there is calm in the air. The nurse walks over to the doorway. With a slight smile and with just a hint of sadness showing the nurse takes charge. The important questions are asked. Did the family understand what the doctor said? A quick recital of some of the more important parts are shared. Words like 'brain death', 'incompatible', 'stop heroic efforts', 'no chance' are expressed. More tears. Tears move into sobs and the family tries to stop the flood of emotions. Embarrassment. Shame. Hurt. Fear. Shame? Where did that find its way in? More tears as the family expresses horror that they had not gotten to the hospital sooner. The terror they feel now and the blame they place on themselves for things left undone, unsaid.

Thankfully the nurse stays steadfast. Death is not a new thing for the nurse. For the doctor it is always the foe: The challenge to be beaten. But for the nurse death is a reality. Not always the enemy. Not always a friend. But always a possible outcome, a destiny for many who are cared for by the loving hands of the nurse. The nurse does not run out the door. There is no vapor trail to note the exit line. The nurse stands with the family. The family is encouraged to talk about the person. They are encouraged to donate for others. They are offered grace in a time of turmoil.

The end of life comes to many under the care of such a nurse. Day after day, hand hold after hug the nurse stands for and with the family. The nurse brings bottles of water, reminds the family that they need to rest, offers chairs and warm blankets so the grieving family members can remain with their loved one and wait until the machinery can be removed, a prayer may be offered, "and he will die" becomes reality.

Who comforts that nurse? Who brings the emotional blankets to soothe? Who makes sure dehydration does not set in and add headache to the heart ache suffered with each tough case?

Grief by the family can take many forms. Grief by the nurse is often not even recognized.The nurse goes back to do the same thing day after day, always hoping for a good outcome. The toll? Nurses get tired, worn down, seen as cold, unfeeling, uncaring.

You watch those babies, children, youth, young and old die day after day you get no sympathy. Not only do people fail to recognize your pain, they laugh about the fact that some nurses could feel that pain.

If we cannot support each other in the pain of end of life care then we will die. We will be called burnouts, hard, harsh, and cold. We may still put on our scrubs and we might continue to work until it becomes overwhelming, but lack of support when doing end of life care will end with: The nurse will die. It could be mental health, physical health issues or suicide. Drugs and alcohol take their toll. No matter what we lose a great nurse. That nurse who stood steadfast and supported that family when those terrible words were said needs the same support offered the family. With that support a great hospice nurse can evolve. "And he will die" is no longer a phrase to be feared. It is a part of the life cycle that is faced by the nurse each shift. It is not the foe, the enemy, the horror. It is an opportunity to do what nurses can do. Be present.

Specializes in Emergency & Trauma/Adult ICU.

Amazing article. This sums up the best and worst days of my career as an ICU nurse all in one article. As I make a career change in the next month, I pray I can take this knowledge with me. The pain I have felt for/with the many families I have cared for has often been unbearable...and not once has someone asked how I was...it has been a heavy load to carry. I have been determined to not "die," and from the very beginning I knew what type of nurse I would always strive to be; Compassionate, caring and ever present for my patients and their families.*

Specializes in PICU, NICU, L&D, Public Health, Hospice.

I am, as we read this thread, endeavoring to start and build a hospice that DOES pay attention and take care of the cummulative grief of the staff.

Thank you for your insight and wise words.

Specializes in allergy and asthma, urgent care.

Kathy,

That was so beautifully written. As nurses, we grieve with our patients and their families, but we often take that grief with us when we go home at the end of the shift. It is a privilege to help these families face the death of their loved one, but we also need care and comfort. Thank you for so eloquently sharing your experience with us.

Specializes in RETIRED Cath Lab/Cardiology/Radiology.

Thank you for this, Kathy.

So true, so real, so heartfelt.

Well done. :)

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

Kathy.........did you know you are a brilliant writer?

Just saying :D

Kathy,

Very poignant article.

It is funny, as I read this with tears streaming down my face remembering my moms last days, I am also remembering every nurse that stood by us. The doctors would run in and out and talk to us (especially myself being a nurse and my sister who often came in her scrubs right after work as an EEG tech), ignoring our mom or treating her as if she were senile. So not true. The doctors often coming unprepared, not even bothering to read her chart or get lab results before entering her room thinking they could breeze in and out and be treated as Gods. You should have seen their faces when they were not and when they were left off the hook by 2 daughters that knew better.

But the nurses, they knew. They gave us respect knowing that we knew, but also so so so much compassion. The tender loving care that they showed not only her but to us, 3 grieving daughters was remarkable. There were some things that were done wrong by some of the doctors and they knew it and they stood by us even when it cost them. They stood by me when the guilt that consumed me because I, a nurse that has been by the side of many many passing into the next world, could not save my own mom. They saw it, and they were there to help alleviate it. As a family member they were there for me, but also, they were there for me as a fellow nurse. And they were able to distinguish between the 2 when I could not be one of these, but got lost in the other. They were there for me. And without saying many words, but in anticipation of my needs. Very quietly were there, almost hovering as they saw my heart break and my professional demeanor shatter and crumble to the floor. They even understood and faught for us to keep her intubated for one extra day...you see, the day they wanted to extubate her was on my sons 11th birthday...and they knew that we 'celebrated' his 10th with the passing of my uncle and knew that it just wouldn't be right to have his birthday marked with yet another death. So they faught the doctor's and administration to keep her on for yet another day.

And on that day, still in denial and shock of the passing of this wonderful, healthy, strong woman that was our mother, they did not rush us out of the room. They did not hover waiting for us to leave. Instead, they allowed all of her children to come to say goodbye and there are 8 of us and with several dozen grandchildren. There were even nurses and doctors that were off that day, that after calling to check on her condition and found out that she passed, came to the hospital to say their goodbyes. I will never forget these nurses, men and women, collegues that supported us, faught for us, loved with us. Never.

Specializes in Trauma, ER, ICU, CCU, PACU, GI, Cardiology, OR.

if we had a contest this article would a contender without a doubt. thank you for sharing such enlighten view of our silent moments that some call blessing angels.....aloha~