I've a been a nurse for two years, however it is not until recently that my mind has bee thrusted into a world of philosophical and moral questions.
Yesterday I realized to the extents that chemicals and machines keep people alive. Are they really keep people alive though? Are they keeping bodies alive? Organisms alive? These are the questions that have come to my mind.
Yesterday I was instructed per the wishes of the family to turn off all vasoactive drips. I felt guilty for feeling relief that the family had chosen this path. I felt guilty because I saw a body being kept alive by chemicals and machines, as a nurse I knew there was nothing more to do. I knew this was it and that there was nothing more to do.
However after I came home I began to think, maybe if I had more finely titrated those drips down. Maybe if I had more quickly caught the acidosis. Maybe if we had treated this quicker or that quicker or more aggressively. After about maybe an hour I dismissed these thoughts and remembered that first of all, I know well no amount of treatment can reverse this extent of damage. Secondly, as a nurse I respect the wishes of the family.
I've been left however with questions such as:
Is there a soul? When does it pass on? If so, where does it go? What is death? Is there an afterlife? Is the soul still there when there are 15 drips, a ventilator, CRRT, and ECMO keeping the body "alive"?
I suppose more than anything this was a reflective post. There's one thing that is certain is that the transition to the ICU has made me more philosophical.