The privilege of caring for the faces that haunt you...

     As I sit here in my RV at my campground somewhere in the St. Louis, Missouri area I have been reflecting on the patients I have had the privilege of caring for. There is something to be said for this profession of nursing that I truly love. There is no other profession that allows you to integrate yourself into your patient's life. When you become your patient's arms when they don't work... Just think of that... your nose itches and your can't scratch it. But not only can you not scratch your nose, but also when your happen to pop yourself off of the ventilator which is connected to your tracheostomy tube you are unable to reattach it. Oh and did I mention that the same nerve damage that your have affecting your arms also makes it so that your diaphragm does not work. Without my being there my patient would die. I am there when every day you break down and cry with me knowing that your independence has been stripped from you in your 50s and you will be moving to a nursing home. I wiped away your tears held your hand (which you can still feel but can't move). 

    That was just one of the faces that are engrained in my mind forever. Then there are the others. One thing that I learned prior to even becoming a nurse, and while I was a paramedic, is that we don't always get to decide our patient's outcomes.  They are the ones that you care for as if they were your own family. You do everything for them as well and provided them with the best care physically possible. Yet the patient isn't ever going to walk out of that hospital. The only thing that sometimes keeps you going is that you know that you hopefully provided them with some humanity, dignity and hopefully some glimmer of normalcy in such a staunch cold institutional environment. I am so sorry you all are not with us on this earth but each one of you I hope know that you taught me something. You have helped me to hone my craft and have taught me how to care more wholly for my patients. 

    All that being said, it is still hard to think about all of the people you have cared for that you aren't able to continue to care for. You just have to hope that the people who are now caring for them are providing them with the same if not better care. I just hope that all of my patient's I have cared for know that there is a piece of them with me...