One of my patients the other day, a 60 year old man, s/p laryngectomy, pharyngectomy for some kind of throat cancer (what he exactly has escapes me right now), has a peg tube, NG tube, tracheostomy, and has a submandibular fistula. This man, arrives, smiling, giving me thumbs up, answers my questions using a writing board, for as bad as I think his situation his, I am immediately taken by how upbeat his attitude is (or at least how he portrays himself in my office). Halfway through his treatment, he starts "coughing", and it is obvious that he can't clear the secretions. His wife says this happens, it's not unusual for him, and he just needs to clear the inner cannula of his tracheostomy tube. I assisted him to the bathroom where he took out the inner cannula and started to rinse it out.... all this time he is turning from bright red to maroon, to an awful dark maroon, almost navy color. I had oxygen ready to give to him, but he did not want it. I stood there, waiting to catch this man, because I was sure that he was going down. In my head is racing thoughts of how I'm going to breathe for him, does the ambu bag we have an attachment to fit on the trach tube? Is he going to need CPR?? And this whole time, while I'm expecting the worst to happen, and he is almost navy blue, he is patiently washing the tube, nodding his head when I'm asking him if he's ok, I think he gave me a thumbs up. After he finished washing, and I was almost convinced that he wasn't going to drop and pass out, he's looking in the mirror while inserting the cannula, and I'm watching him watch himself.. and I'm thinking, did he ever think that he would be doing this to himself? Did he ever think that he would have cancer, and have half his throat removed? What does he think of the man cancer has turned him into? Does he think the cancer is going to win? And I'm thinking this is real bad, how in the world is he going to beat this?? And as bad as I was feeling for him, really thinking wow this sucks, because I think this is the absolute worst thing I've seen so far, he gave me the thumbs up after he was all done and smiled at me, and I think that's when my heart broke for him. Because as bad as it is, and it's real bad, it's not that bad that he has lost himself or his spirit to the cancer.
I'm in my first year of nursing with cancer patients, and all my patients have their own story, and they are all real sad in their own way, cancer sucks. But this man, turning blue and still being "ok", really touched me. I can't stop thinking about him since. And the rest of that day, I had that feeling of when you've held your breath for too long, and you think you might burst if you don't take a breath like right now... that's what I imagine he was feeling like that whole time...
Anybody else have an experience like this where they saw cancer, and realized it might win???