Nurse's Story

ISBN-10: 0771080875
ISBN-13: 9780771080876
Edition: 2004
Authors: Tilda Shalof
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Book details

List price: $17.95
Copyright year: 2004
Publisher: McClelland & Stewart
Publication date: 2/22/2005
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 368
Size: 6.25" wide x 9.25" long x 1.00" tall
Weight: 1.144
Language: English

It's night shift. I jot down a series of numbers onto my patient's twenty-four-hour flow sheet and then prepare to read them out loud to the medical resident who is standing with me at the patient's bedside, waiting to hear them.
"Everything is out of whack," I say: "7.26, 68, 76, 14." That's a losing lottery ticket. No one can survive such a deranged acid-base balance, sky-high carbon dioxide levels, and plummeting oxygenation and bicarbonate ions.
"Those numbers are not compatible with life," the resident says.
"Not life on this planet, anyway," says Lynne, the nurse who's kneeling by the door, packing up her knapsack, getting ready to leave. She was on the day shift and is the only one in the room who's smiling: she's going home. "I'm outta here. I'm going home to have sex with my husband." Lynne has finished giving me report on Mr. DeWitt, all the facts and the numbers, what's high, what's low, what's rising, and what's falling. Now it's up to me to carry on throughout the night.
"Have fun," I say as I'm thinking about something else. "You know what, Lynne? I think we should call a family meeting. Does his wife know how bad the situation is? Has anyone told her? I'm going to call her. I think she needs to come in." "She just went home," says Lynne. "She's been here all day and was exhausted when she left. What makes you think he might not make it through the night? He's been spiralling downward for weeks. You could probably get him through the night." Together we stand there, Lynne just outside the door, me just inside, surveying the body of the middle-aged man stretched out in the bed, surrounded by machines and monitors, tubes and wires, bags and drains that expose all the secret fluids of the body.
"I see your point, though," Lynne said. "When you take a minute to step back and really look at it all, you do start to wonder sometimes. But do you really think it's going to be tonight?" "I have a feeling." I have learned to trust my feelings.
I consult with the medical resident and together we decide that I should call Mrs. DeWitt and ask her to come in. I tell her that unfortunately, her husband is not doing well. His blood pressure is very low, I say. It is dropping, I add, as gently as possible. He is on powerful intravenous medications for his blood pressure, inotropes we call them, but we have had to add another drug because of the serious heart irregularities that he developed today. Another problem is that his urine output is dropping off. Perhaps she would like to return to the hospital and we can talk about it further? Is there someone who could drive her? ***** "FAMILY MEETING" is the term we use to gather all the people closest to the patient to provide them with an update on the patient's condition. Sometimes we call a family meeting to discuss the death and how we will let it happen. A family meeting is rarely called if the patient is improving.
We convene in a shabby, cramped room called the "quiet room." It is a tiny room with buzzing fluorescent lights, no windows - I would never take anyone in there if they suffered from claustrophobia. It has the feel of a bunker in a war zone, but aesthetics aside, it seems to be the only room in this huge, bustling, overcrowded, downtown hospital that could be made available for this purpose. The quiet room! It is probably the most disquieting place in the whole hospital. Bombs are detonated in here.
We turn our attention to Mrs. DeWitt. She is the one who knows Edgar DeWitt best. She is the person who will speak on his behalf, as he is no longer conscious and cannot tell us himself what he wants us to do. She perches on the chair, frail, but tensed up. She knows why we're gathered here.
"What would Mr. DeWitt have wanted?" the doctor asks his wife.
"To live! That's what he would have wanted." She sobs into her hands.
Of course. �Isn't it obvious? �Isn't that what anyone would want? "We understand," the doctor says, "but, given his deteriorating condition and his irreversible medical problems, if we continue with the life-support measures that we have in place, we are merely prolonging the inevitable." I watch Mrs. DeWitt and I can see that in her panicked state, she finds comfort in the simple fact that the doctor is talking, because all the time the doctor is talking, her husband is still alive.
"We do not believe that we can reverse his medical problems. Perhaps the time has come, that we should very gently, slowly, when you are ready, of course, remove the ventilator, all the life supports, and let nature take its course?" She sits weeping into the cave of her two hands. I offer her a new box of tissues and pull out the first one to get it started.
"Did you ever discuss this situation with him?" I press gently. "Do you think he would want all this to be done?" My words are like sticks, poking at a fire, making it flare.
"Who would want all this done?" she asks.
The doctor and I smile at her response, so true and honest.
"I �don't know what to do," Mrs. DeWitt says. "Whenever we had a big decision to make, Ed and I always made it together." "There's no need to decide anything this minute," I say, "but his condition is very critical. Anything could happen tonight." Whatever happens, it will be a long night for all of us.
The family meeting is over and we return to Mr. DeWitt's room.
Frances peeks her head in the door and whispers, "Do you want to order in food, Tilda?"
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