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Yes, while not a good time, these kind of experiences are what you remember when you are seriously looking at changing jobs to become a Wal*Mart greeter.
I work in hospice and my patients always give me far more than I can give them. You have a right to be proud of yourself. You did good! Congrats.
[color=dimgray]that was a good experience. i work in palliative care too. death doesn't have to be a bad or a sad thing. and it's not like palliative care is slow or not challenging. sometimes we have to run to allieviate someone's suffering. sometimes we have to take on a little more emotion than we'd like and shout at the docs for not ordering the stuff patients need. but, i'm very thankful that i can do the job i do. i also appreciate working only the night shift.
i'm glad that experience happened to you. best of luck to you. your thread came at the right time. i was feeling pretty tired and i have a night shift tonight. now, i'm a little more pumped to go :smilecoffeecup:
Five years ago, one of my infant patients died. I just heard (via e-mail)from this baby's mother--she wished me a Happy Thanksgiving. Five years out, and I'm still a part of her thoughts. Remember these times, cuz sometimes nursing is very hard--but the benefits outweigh the hardships.
Good luck in your caring career.
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I am a senior nursing student in a BS major of Nursing program, and I had a very interesting experience that I thought I should share. My pt was very old and in the last hours of end stage cancer when I finished my clinical. I really liked the pt, and we formed a freindship, playing cards, drinking coffee and listening to stories about a full and wonderful life. He seemed to be hanging on for something (he was an in hospital hospice pt and was only on pain meds).
I discovered that he wanted to see his wife one last time, so I had her called to the hospital while I cleaned him, shaved and dressed him and got him ready to see his special lady for what he insisted would be the last time. I left them holding hands at the bedside together when I reported off and went to school to take an exam. When I returned to the hospital after my test (with more Starbucks coffee) - I learned that he passes away a few hours after I left, holding his wifes hand - just as I left them together. I will always remember them this way - how they were smiling. This is the first pt that I have taken care of that has passeed away so close to my working with them. I will always remember how happy they seemed, and will always be proud to have been a small part of that last day by making him feel that he had what he needed to look good for his lady.