I work as a nurse on an intermediate care unit, and I am in my 9th month of nursing. So far it has been great. A little on the stressfull side, but I love all of the things I am learning. Anyway, my grandpa passed away last June. We were really close, and he was like a father to me. I took care him for his last six months, and had to watch him suffer and slowly lose himself. He was once a proud and distinguished doctor, but as he got sicker, he was in constant pain due to his cancer, and he became incontinent. It was a really hard time for both of us.
So far, no one has really reminded me of him. Until last week. I am so glad that I didn't have this poor man as my patient, but I went into his room briefly to help one of my co-workers change his diaper. He had bruises all over his face and body. He was struggling for air and in constant pain (just like my grandfather before he passed). Even the sight of him was sad. Well, then he grabbed my hand. He grabbed it very tightly, and looked at my eyes, and then said. "help me". It wasn't just what he said, but the way he said it. It was a mixture of agony and gasping for air. It was so upsetting I almost broke down and cried right there. He was dying, too. He was suffering and there was nothing I could do. His nurse said he was getting 50mcg of fentanyl every hour. He was going to hospice care the next day. It just broke my heart.
I don't know what I am going to do if this happens again. It would be so unprofessional to just cry right there.
Well just felt like sharing.
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I work as a nurse on an intermediate care unit, and I am in my 9th month of nursing. So far it has been great. A little on the stressfull side, but I love all of the things I am learning. Anyway, my grandpa passed away last June. We were really close, and he was like a father to me. I took care him for his last six months, and had to watch him suffer and slowly lose himself. He was once a proud and distinguished doctor, but as he got sicker, he was in constant pain due to his cancer, and he became incontinent. It was a really hard time for both of us.
So far, no one has really reminded me of him. Until last week. I am so glad that I didn't have this poor man as my patient, but I went into his room briefly to help one of my co-workers change his diaper. He had bruises all over his face and body. He was struggling for air and in constant pain (just like my grandfather before he passed). Even the sight of him was sad. Well, then he grabbed my hand. He grabbed it very tightly, and looked at my eyes, and then said. "help me". It wasn't just what he said, but the way he said it. It was a mixture of agony and gasping for air. It was so upsetting I almost broke down and cried right there. He was dying, too. He was suffering and there was nothing I could do. His nurse said he was getting 50mcg of fentanyl every hour. He was going to hospice care the next day. It just broke my heart.
I don't know what I am going to do if this happens again. It would be so unprofessional to just cry right there.
Well just felt like sharing.