JOURNAL OF PALLIATIVE MEDICINE
Volume 5, Number 4, 2002
Personal Reflection
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Mary Ann Liebert, Inc.
Angels Among Us
KIM HARCROW
WHIP MY HAIR up into a ponytail and run out daughter. She tells me her brother is on a flight
the door for another clinical day. I am thinking from St. Louis and will be here around 2:00 PM.
I
of what challenges I will meet today. I hit the Throughout the day, I assess Mrs. Jones, hold her
med/surg floor, drop my bag, and head for my hand, stroke her hair, and talk to her. Her daugh-
assignment. Looking at the list of patients and ter shares stories about her mom and sheds tears.
their diagnoses, I decide I can meet my objectives
I am here. I am the one to lend my ears and my
for altered cardiac output by choosing Mrs. Jones, shoulders. I am the support Mrs. Jones and her
an 87-year-old woman with coronary artery dis- daughter need. It is me, all me, and it is okay. My
ease. I head to report with my primary nurse and uneasiness has seemed to pass and I am strong.
she informs me that Mrs. Jones is actually in con- Although I feel my heart strings being tugged, I
gestive heart failure and at the present time she hold myself together.
is comatose and expected to die soon, most likely
on this shift.
I medicate Mrs. Jones with morphine at any-
time she seems distressed with her breathing or
I feel the blood flush from my face; my heart when her daughter feels she may need it. I feel
picks up the pace a bit and a sense of distress runs awkward, a strange place to be. Is she suffering
through me. “Oh, I didn’t realize this,” I tell the or just a natural part of the dying process?
nurse. “I will run this by my instructor.” I head
I decide that it is appropriate to leave Mrs.
out to the hall and locate my instructor to inform Jones and her daughter alone for a few minutes.
her of the news. “Perhaps I should choose some- I encourage her daughter to speak to her mom
one else,” I manage to mumble. “No,” she tells because she can still hear. I head to the break
me, “I think this will be a good experience, keep room to take some time to think about things and
Mrs. Jones as your patient for today.” What?!?!? to be alone; just a few minutes later I hear my
Oh no . . . she cannot do this to me! I’ve dealt name being called. I head out to the hall and see
with death but only as a certified nurses’ aid Mrs. Jones’ daughter, she is teary-eyed and says
(
CNA), not as the nurse! “Please God,” I start to “Kim, she’s gone.” I am speechless and motion-
pray, “don’t let her die on my shift!”
less. What do I do? I left them alone for less than
I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, so it is time 5 minutes! Did I do the right thing? Should I have
to regroup; I somehow manage to pull myself to- stayed there every minute? I stop questioning
gether. I review Mrs. Jones’ chart, get report from myself and tell her, “I’m sorry.”
my primary nurse, and head to Mrs. Jones’ room.
We proceed into the room together. The once
My palms are a little sweaty and I feel queasy. I shallow gasps for air have stopped and there is
knock on the door and slowly push it open. The complete silence other than the oxygen running
room is dimly lit and quiet, so quiet. There is a through the mask. I check Mrs. Jones for a heart-
pale, elderly woman lying on her bed on her back. beat and breathing. I turn off the oxygen and turn
She is wearing a nonrebreather mask on 100% to Mrs. Jones and stroke her pale face and white
oxygen. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is hair, “Rest in peace darling, it’s okay now,” I tell
shallow. Sitting at her bedside is a middle-aged her. I turn back to her daughter and offer my arms
woman with salt and pepper hair. She looks ex- to hug her. She accepts me openly and begins to
hausted. She raises her head and gazes at me. cry. She steps back to take a breath as she says to
“
Hi,” she says quietly, trying to force a smile. I me, “She’s in a better place now, I can’t believe
introduce myself and now my day has begun.
it’s finally over.” I sit quietly with her for a few
The woman at the bedside is Mrs. Jones’ minutes until her daughter arrives. They share
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