I will tell you the story of the first patient I ever lost. I'm no stranger to patient death. If you're going to be a nurse (or anyone in the medical field for that matter), it's something you will deal with routinely. This post is in reference to a patient who suffered a critical event while [...]
I refocus and reach to lower her to the floor. I prepare to start compressions on my mom. Just before I lift her, she takes another shallow breath.
Every time the shit has gone down in my life...I decided that I should just get used to the mediocrity...And yet, here I am.
Let me tell you a secret about experiencing the miraculous in life: Declare a goal, something big, something that scares the shit out of you, and then commit to deliver on it, even if you have no idea how you're going to do it.
Because somewhere in the distant past, I sold myself on the belief that there's not a tragedy in this life that will make me give in. You have to decide that sort of thing BEFORE tragedy strikes.
We human beings will go to great lengths to avoid making powerful decisions out of fear of the aftermath, even if what's on the other side has the potential to be absolutely liberating.
If it SHOULD HAVE occurred a different way, it WOULD HAVE. Just because the end result isn't what we planned doesn't nullify the whole experience or make it any less meaningful.
