Sunday, April 18, 2010

Three Virtues

LOVE




COURAGE




HELPING

Monday, February 22, 2010

What Is Love?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.




“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy - age 4


“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl - age 5


“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” Terri - age 4


“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” Bobby - age 7


“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka - age 6


“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle - age 7


“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy - age 6


“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” Mary Ann - age 4


“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren - age 4


“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Karen - age 7


“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica - age 8



The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose nextdoor neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said.....


“Nothing, I just helped him cry.”



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Thursday, January 7, 2010

Remembering Michael

Today marks three years since my nephew Michael died of a drug overdose. He died on the day of Epiphany - January 6th, but the official date of death is January 7th.

He was 23 years old. He was bright and clever, sweet and kind. He is so missed and will be until we are all reunited again.

I miss you everyday, Michael. I love you.........forever......

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Thursday, September 10, 2009

Prolonging Death

Prolonging Death at the End of Life By Theresa Brown, R.N.


Before I became a nurse I taught English at Tufts University. I always had my students read a short story called “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” by Ursula K. Le Guin. It’s a story about a beautiful city called Omelas, filled with happy, prosperous people and their children, whose lives are untroubled by sadness or pain.

But there’s an ugly secret. For Omelas to prosper, one child must live in a small, dank, windowless basement room, undernourished, fetid and neglected. It’s a killer story, and I had my students read it so we could discuss how a society’s achievements sometimes can’t be separated from the misery of others.

We recently had a patient on my hospital floor who painfully brought to mind that suffering child and the story of Omelas. He was young, in his 20s, and had undergone an allogeneic stem cell transplant as the only chance of curing his cancer. He had many of the more severe complications that can occur with this treatment. A virus had turned his urine red with blood. His transplanted cells attacked his own body, leaving him temporarily blind and causing his skin to age unnaturally. His liver was slowly failing. He had almost constant diarrhea and for long periods got his only nutrition intravenously.

For months he stayed on our floor, slowly getting worse. In the end he couldn’t live without constant transfusions. Every time he stood up he leaked blood. Then his mind started to fail, too.

His doctors continued to throw one last-ditch treatment after another at him. Not one of them made a real difference in the patient’s condition, and each came with its own set of potentially dangerous side effects. Finally, and against the express wishes of at least one of his doctors, his parents decided to stop all medical care. Soon after they watched their son die.

Scenes like this are all too common in U.S. hospitals today. That is why proponents of health care reform call for provisions that would encourage patients to talk about end-of-life treatment long before they get there. For this patient, a lot of money was spent on care that made him worse when it could have been used to make someone else better. But more than that, we prolonged his suffering, racked his body with one toxic treatment after another, and held out false hope to him and his parents.

Taking care of this patient also made some of the nurses on the floor yearn for a more humane job. As one put it, “This is torture.”

Many of us found it hard to come to work. The young man wasn’t my patient, but we all knew him and his parents by sight, and knew their story. As time passed I began to feel deeply ashamed of what we were doing to him. The professional label for the feelings we nurses had is “moral distress,” the anxiety, fatigue and hopelessness that providers experience in the face of medically futile care.

The aggressive treatment reminded me of Omelas. In this case, the shining city was the edifice of modern cancer treatments and modern medicine in general.

Medicine today achieves great things, but too often when patients have no hope of surviving we use technology and drugs simply to keep people alive. Those racked bodies give us the peace of mind that when our time comes “everything will be done,” and we will get our own chance at a miracle. This patient’s suffering was one way, for the doctors at least, to keep the dream alive.

He was charming, friendly, good-looking; everyone wanted him to get better, to live. But believing that we could save him did not make saving him possible.

Ms. Le Guin’s short story ends by explaining that a few residents of Omelas become so distressed to learn of the suffering child that they decide to leave the shining city, never to return.

It’s estimated that as many as 15 to 25 percent of nurses quit their jobs as a result of moral distress, also never to return. We do such good work here, and in truth I mostly love my job. I don’t want to be among the ones who walk away from Omelas.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Remembering My Mother






It's two years today that my mother passed away. I still think about her everyday. I still miss her deeply.


She was such a vibrant, fascinating woman! She traveled the world, lived in Germany, Australia and Singapore.


She was outrageous, audacious, hilarious and courageous.

She was an artist and a writer. She spent her time here on earth questioning, examining and contemplating life, death, and everything inbetween.

A one-woman discoverer.

I love you forever, Mother.


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to me.



I'm 51 years old, or 49 if I count backwards, Katharine Hepburn style.

Sometimes I feel every inch my age, but mostly I still feel youngish.


What have my 51 years taught me?

Never say never.

Anger is destructive.

If you don't know what to do, don't do anything. Sometimes letting a situation play itself out is the best thing. Sit on your hands and keep your mouth shut.

Is there a purpose to everything? Sometimes. Mostly though, it's caused by human stupidity frailty.

Why do bad things happen to good people? Because we're all in the same boat. Good people just feel better about themselves and spread that goodness around.

Flossing your teeth is essential and don't forget to brush your gums as well as your teeth!

Get out of your rut and try new things. Even if it means dragging yourself out the door kicking and screaming.

Practice being kind every day.

Don't freak out. People will talk about you if you freak out.

Trust your intuition. Take your time. Get some sleep. Eat chocolate.


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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I am.

An over-exposed picture of me that turned out kind of cool!



some don't take their pills
others want more
some want to stay insane and others
to forget they are
I just write I am I am I am

-Leonardo Alishan-


Life is going well. I went through a bout of depression a while back - well, it was rather a long bout - over a year, at least, but it took me some time to realize that not wanting to get out of bed in the morning and not finding anything in my life about which to feel happy were tell-tale signs that things were not as they should be.

A visit to the doctor resulting in going on an anti-depressant fixed me right up.

Brain chemicals can get seriously out of whack. There's no shame in treating that.

I'm happy to say that I feel a whole lot better about my life now.

My job is going well. I learn something new everyday and there's never a dull moment. Being a nurse makes me proud and nurtures my soul in ways I can't describe.

Helping the sick is extremely gratifying. Talking to the patients, getting to know them, listening to their stories (never boring), and trying to make a difference for them - as simple as bringing a cup of coffee and as complicated as saving a life - is what fulfills me.

Holding the hand of someone who is about to die; someone with a terminal disease who has chosen not to have extreme measures taken, and being present with them in those last days, is a sacred honor.

I learn something from every patient. I learn about life, death, love, fear, anger, joy, and the beauty of the the human experience.

I have a wonderful son, a loving and supportive family, and friends who are cherished in my heart.

I am blessed.

About Me

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I'm a young woman of 50 years on this earth... I'm a single Mom... I'm an RN... I'm a writer.