there was this one woman who was severly bed ridden and suffering from multiple neuro muscular problems- very very thin and often would cry- out of pain or dementia I could not tell- however- she would cry on my shift- i did not see her much- i move around as an agency nurse- when I would see her and she would cry I would always give her her PRN Morphine- I thought why not? Could help- who knows? Or I'd stroke her hair, rub her arms, tell her it was OK- just try to be nice to ease the suffering- well one night I was sitting at home watching TV when all of a sudden I started thinking of her- one patient from out of at least 500 I see from facility to facililty- all floors and a base of four to five facilities- i don;t know why she came into my mind just then. I started thinking about quality of life and if death would be a blessing for this one patient- I just thinking about this- well- that weekend in the paper I found out that she had passed away the night I had been thinking of her! Out of the blue! And I was kinda wowed- cause maybe she was saying goodbye- to someone who was nice to her - ya know. Kinda of a friendly goodbye. For some reason this coinencidence resonated through me in a meaningful way- how strange. I've seen suffering and death many times now but I usually don't think about once I'm not at work. I think agency nurses get to go to the deaths more often because thats when reg. staff need a break maybe? I've seen alot of death anyway. Of course all I ever work is care homes and palitive. Hmmmm.