I lied...a story of how I outright LIED to patient's family.

The time I lied...to my patient's family. I hope it makes me a good nurse and helped the family, because it made me sad as hell.... Sometimes as nurses we need to blur the lines. Sometimes we deal with things that erode our soul, and only other nurses will ever understand the things we have to deal with, the things we have to internalize and go on. Nurses Announcements Archive Article

I got the call on the EMS radio around 5 am. This is the usual time we get calls from EMS responding to nursing homes- The nurses are rounding on their patients to give am meds, and they find their residents dead or in distress. An 87 yo female, febrile, and in severe respiratory distress coming in. Pt is a DNR, but family is very involved, is aware, and will meet them in the ER.

I'm alerted that family is in the waiting room before the patient even gets there. I go out and introduce myself, tell them I will be her nurse, and that I will bring them back as soon as I get her settled in the room.

EMS arrives, and carefully transfers their frail burden onto one of my stretchers. You can see the relief on their faces, that they got her here and are able to hand her off before she dies on their watch. I'm now the proud owner of one very ill person. Temp 102+, Respiratory rate 14 and irregular. HR 50's, sat 84% on NRB, I don't need my Littmann to hear the rhonchi- Other hx is advanced dementia, DM, CHF. Has been in the nursing home for about 6 months- her husband had taken care of her at home as long as he could, but it finally got too much for him to manage, as he was also dealing with his own health problems at the age of 92.

I got her settled, and the Doc comes in- I give him the pertinent info- Not a whole lot we can do at this point other than make her comfortable and treat the infection. Chances are poor that she will make it, and we both know it. Doc moves on to deal with people he can help, leaving me in control of this mess.

I bring her visitors in, including her only daughter in her 60's, and several close friends of the family. I get them settled in and TRY explain to them what is going on. They don't get how bad off she is- I try to explain it to them in soft terms- They share with me who she is- a wife, a mother, a friend.I learn her husband is frail and elderly. I strongly suggest that if he is able, that he come. The daughter tells me she is going to leave to go get Dad. I explain that mom could go at any moment, each gasp she takes could be her last. I don't want them to have to deal with the idea that she died without ANY of her family around. But I REALLY wanted her husband there. The daughter calls her husband, who is dispatched to go get him dressed and here.

In this age of technology, we can keep up with a lot of things. I'm updated that son in law is at dad's house, he's getting him dressed, getting him loaded in the car with the wheelchair. I'm watching my patient brady down, 50's, 40's 30's....The monitor is alarming, and my pt.'s daughter sees it. Husband lands in the parking lot, and the son in law is getting him loaded in his wheelchair.

Then she died, no resps, asystole on the monitor. The daughter asks me- "Is she gone?"

"Not yet" I told her her- I gave her some silly answer- the monitor isn't picking up anything because she is so sick. I mute the alarms, turning the monitor away so she can't see the flat line.. I send 2 of my male coworkers to go out and GRAB the husband, RUN him in.

He arrives, looking a bit baffled at the whirlwind of men running out to snatch him out of his van and deliver him to trauma room 3.

I kneel down and introduce myself. I told him. "I'm sorry, but your girl is dying." He looks at me without comprehension. I took his hand, and joined it with his dead wife's. I told him "Your wife is dying right now- tell her you are here, tell her you love her- these are the last things you will be able to tell her....Tell her it's OK to go-"

He grasped her hand and brought it to his temple. "I love you baby....it's OK to go, I'm here."

I waited a minute and placed my stethoscope to her chest, made a big deal pronouncing her time of death as just then.

I lied- she died without her husband.... but that is something they will never know, but I will live with forever. I know I helped the living, but damn, holding this stuff inside hurts. I tried to explain it to my husband when I got home. He didn't get it. This is something I carry inside.

I know my fellow nurses will understand. Thanks for letting me vent and get this out.

What you did might have been consiered bad or wrong in some circles, but as you say; we sometimes have to blur the lines. You gave them some comfort in what you knew would be a terrible time. I like to think I would do the same for the husband's sake.

Specializes in ER - trauma/cardiac/burns. IV start spec.

You did great and rest assured many of us have done this. Also know that as time passes this pain on your heart will ease, getting it out like this will help but time is the best healer for these things. Thank you for the way you handled this from someone that has done this very thing when working and also had a husband that did not understand.

Specializes in ER, ICU.

Nice job! You clearly get nursing, in fact you rocked it.

I understand why you did what you did and that your heart was in the right place. However, personally, I would not want to be lied to and I would not do what you did. As someone who didn't make it in time to a loved one's death, there is still peace to be had and I found it.

You my Dear,

You are a nurse of honor. As an nurse, I have done this with only the family and patient in mind. Yes, the pain inside is not burden, it is an unrecognized act of heroism, one you should be proud of. These are the unknown acts of humanity, love, selflessness, and honor that makes you that special nurse. You are now someone in a family's life that no one there will ever forget you for. You are a story in their heart, you have carried it on without even the realization of how eternal you are to them. It is an honor to have read this, know that you are not alone. Do not feel bad for being a hero in the Dark, for that is what we do.

What you did was the living embodiment of nursing, the heart and soul of US. Put your mind at peace. If you want to be technical, just because her heart had stopped, how do you know she was truly dead? I believe her spirit knew her husband was coming and stayed until he gave it permission to leave. And THEN she was truly dead. Not until. Not before when her heart stopped. Then and only then. Thanks to you.

Specializes in OR.

WHOA. Emotional. Great read, and great job as a nurse-- you gave her husband closure and a sense of calm that he would have never had if you had pronounced her before he arrived. You are a great person.