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HI, you might recognize me from such posts as; "whats is like to be an oncology nurse" and "whats the worst thing you have seen in the burn unit"
Anyhow, i am curious to know what the worst thing you have seen as an oncology nurse (or any nurse who has sen someone w/ cancer) (e.g most disgusting, saddest.. ect...)
Might seem weird that i keep asking this, but i want to know if i can handle the job or not! :uhoh21: ( i must admit, i am a BIT nervous)
Lookin' forward to your replies...
~Jeri:coollook:
Saddest--25 y/o single mother with successful tx for aplastic anemia who killed herself because her parents took her children away from her. She loved those kids soooo much and never complained during her months in the hospital because she was going to see them again.Most disgusting--Pt with no skin left from chronic GVH who emitted green ooze that had to be debrided BID. He also grew invasive aspergillus that not only went into his brain but protruded from his forehead and was the size of a small candy bar. He smoked pot and had an HIV+ wife. I covered every inch of skin I could before I went in there.
Other disgusting: Another allo with GVH of everything who was DNR. Died sitting up and apparently had a bowel obstruction. The tech and I laid him down to clean him up and over a liter of feces (or something foul) came out his mouth and nose. I just sat there with the suction for over 30 minutes alternating holes.
WOW! Missy, your last portion here about the liter of feces coming out of mouth and nose...had that happen to me too. 1st it was flowing out of pts orifice like a faucet. When that stopped it came out of her nose and mouth...and her EYES!! GROSS! I love working oncology, but yes, we sure do see alot of crazy and horrible things too.
Discussing the horrible sights,smells, and pain of cancer is not my thing.
I hope to be with that few patients who need assistance when its time
to pass over. Dying alone, in fear and in pain cannot be described until
you have seen it. Families who are so scared and helpless just need that
support we can give when others are not available. I count my blessings
everyday now, remembering tomorrow holds no promise of continued good
health, happiness, or companionship.
My uncle died a few years ago of bone cancer. Unfortunately, he might be living today if he'd gotten a bone marrow transplant when he first needed it. Mom was a perfect match for the transplant, but they had a disagreement and he disowned her for TWO YEARS. By the time they reconciled, the transplant was too late. He also smoked, even the day of the tranplant, and from what I understand, he was treated with radiation as well and the level given him was a bit too high. His lungs slowly turned to leather until he passed away.
I am not an oncology nurse yet but I want to be one. Particularly I want to be a pediatric oncology nurse. I'm not exactly sure why, but I feel that is where I should be. I have watched many of my family members pass away due to several different cancers. The oncology nurses that took care of my aunt and grandfather are the one's who inspired me to become a nurse. I spent so much time on the cancer unit between the ages of 12 and 18. The nurses were like family to me. They were there for all the good and the bad. They were with us all while my aunt was in the hospital and my grandfather was being diagnosed with cancer. There were there for my aunt and grandfather as we told my aunt the news of my grandfather's cancer. They watched some of my family grow while others died. Having two family members in the cancer unit across the hall from each other was so extremely hard. If it wasn't for the nursing staff that helped not only my aunt and grandfather, but my family and me as well, I don't know how I would have ever gotten through it. I will never forget sitting with the nursing staff on two separate occasions, crying due to the passing of my family members. Words could never truly explain what those nurses meant to me. I tell them every time I see them how grateful I am for them. They have become a part of my family. I only hope I can be as good as nurse as they were.
--Stacey
I am not an oncology nurse yet but I want to be one. Particularly I want to be a pediatric oncology nurse. I'm not exactly sure why, but I feel that is where I should be. I have watched many of my family members pass away due to several different cancers. The oncology nurses that took care of my aunt and grandfather are the one's who inspired me to become a nurse. I spent so much time on the cancer unit between the ages of 12 and 18. The nurses were like family to me. They were there for all the good and the bad. They were with us all while my aunt was in the hospital and my grandfather was being diagnosed with cancer. There were there for my aunt and grandfather as we told my aunt the news of my grandfather's cancer. They watched some of my family grow while others died. Having two family members in the cancer unit across the hall from each other was so extremely hard. If it wasn't for the nursing staff that helped not only my aunt and grandfather, but my family and me as well, I don't know how I would have ever gotten through it. I will never forget sitting with the nursing staff on two separate occasions, crying due to the passing of my family members. Words could never truly explain what those nurses meant to me. I tell them every time I see them how grateful I am for them. They have become a part of my family. I only hope I can be as good as nurse as they were.--Stacey
I used to want to work in pediatric oncology too! After graduating nursing school, I ended up working in Adult Oncolgy, which is where I am today. Honestly, after having my son...there is no way I would be able to work pediatric oncology now. Even just hearing a child cry causes me to cry. Having my son has really changed my ability to "keep it together" when really sad things happen. It's as if some emotional door has been opened up and I cannot stand to see children suffer or in pain. It literally shakes me to the core.
Good luck to you though! Oncology is a great field to work in...peds or adults!
i am re-entering nursing after 10 years and will be working on a medical/oncology floor. i have the oportunity to work in a newly opened neuro unit instead. i am a highly emotional person and am wondering if i can handle oncology. i would like some feedback on what choice i should make.
i never worked on a neuro floor, but have taken care of neuro pts. that can be pretty emotional too- traumatic brain injuries, strokes, etc. just my
i worked heme/onc for 5 years in the late 70s and early 80s.
the saddest thing i ever saw was the anesthesiologist who hadn't been feeling up to par for weeks. he had someone draw his blood and send it to the lab stat. the results came back while he was in surgery -- he had leukemia. he finished his surgery without saying a word to anyone, then checked himself into our unit. he died after several rounds of chemo, which he endured with dignity. everyone loved him -- his patients, his colleages, his nurses, his doctors. we all cried when he died.
or maybe the saddest thing was the 17 year old "unit mascot" who taught me how to use the pneumatic tube system when i started my job. he was also my cousin's best friend, so i knew him from the various family functions he had attended with my cousin. we all thought he was going to make it. he was in remission. someone gave dilantin ivp with tpn -- the stuff precipitated into a great big ball and the embolis killed him.
then there was the 25 year old mother of two who had cervical cancer which went untreated until she became pregnant for the third time and went back to the gyn after a few years. the smell was horrific, the wound was enormous and the pain was debilitating. and i had just been diagnosed with cervical cancer . . . .
i'm still here. she, mercifully, died after several weeks of screaming. her husband never visited because he "didn't want to see her like this," and he wouldn't allow her parents to bring the children in to see her, either, because he didn't want them to "remember their mother that way." she begged to see her kids, but died without them.
missy2b
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Saddest--25 y/o single mother with successful tx for aplastic anemia who killed herself because her parents took her children away from her. She loved those kids soooo much and never complained during her months in the hospital because she was going to see them again.
Most disgusting--Pt with no skin left from chronic GVH who emitted green ooze that had to be debrided BID. He also grew invasive aspergillus that not only went into his brain but protruded from his forehead and was the size of a small candy bar. He smoked pot and had an HIV+ wife. I covered every inch of skin I could before I went in there.
Other disgusting: Another allo with GVH of everything who was DNR. Died sitting up and apparently had a bowel obstruction. The tech and I laid him down to clean him up and over a liter of feces (or something foul) came out his mouth and nose. I just sat there with the suction for over 30 minutes alternating holes.