can·cer
ˈkansər
noun
-Disease caused by the uncontrolled division on abnormal cells.
-DEVASTATING Disease affecting almost half of my patients on a weekly basis.
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I prefer surgical patients. Surgical patients come to me with an abundance of "access" (term nurses use to describe how many IV's a patient have available to use.) Many surgical patients even have a special line going right into their artery so we know EXACTLY what their blood pressure is at any given second. PLUS the line can be used to draw blood, painfree & needlefree in a matter of minutes. Surgical patients usually have a "foley," catheter in their bladder (sorry, some people might cringe at that word if you have ever had one in). Basically surgical patients are an OCD ICU nurses' dream come true because of the control we encompass with all those lines not to mention cardiac monitoring. To top it all off surgical patients equate to evading one shift without having to clean up excessive and massive BM's due to anesthesia and pain meds working their magic to plug up the poop shoot (just being honest.)
Some surgical patients undergo surgery knowing that the hurt of the procedure is a hurt to heal process (i.e. getting a hip replacement or getting an appendix taken out,) so really my surgical patients should be rejoicing when they have finally made it to their room post-operatively. They have survived anesthesia! The have no where to go but up (especially as they start receiving cocktails of morphine or fentanyl or oxycodone or dilaudid!!!)
But...this isn't always the case as you might expect from the heading above. Waking up from anesthesia doesn't always mean you are cured from cancer. No longer does the care I provide have a happy, easy peasy lemon squeeze attitude floating about the room. The reality of this disease hits harder than a four ton load.
I had a patient this week who had "beaten" cancer once but it came back again. This time with vengeance landing himself in the ICU with a really, really bad infection. This time surgery wasn't even an option. This time he knew how much chemo and radiation sucked the life out of him.
Towards the end of my night shift the hospital starts buzzing with life again as med students and residents come flooding back for another day. I stuck my head into my patients room as his team of doctors started to inspect his wound. As they wrapped it back up, they started discussing the day, the plan,....and prognosis.
"You have about six months to live in my medical opinion...........has anyone ever told you how long you have to live, sir?"
....silence....."nope"
As the doctors awkwardly shuffled out a few minutes later, I decided to stay. I could tell they had said a few confusing doctor things to him so I offered to answer any questions he might have. He agreed that it was confusing but declined. I truly did have a few tasks to accomplish before the next shift started but I also knew my patient was hit...hard...four ton load of reality hard.
I worked silently for a few minutes. Finishing, I found a stool so I could sit down. He didn't even have family in town, let alone with him in the room. He started with a light hearted joke then talked about living, living with cancer, and dying. He ended with a glean in his eye and he expressed his sadness that the shift was ending and he would have to teach the next nurse his flavor of sarcasm. He shook my hand and thanked me. The shift ended.
My heart could not break harder on a Friday at 6:30 am. This was not a simple surgical patient. He could no longer be hurt to be healed. He was fully broken.
It is easy to loose track of why I wanted to be a nurse but this week God reminded me in such a saddening way. It is even easier to loose track of the fact that God created me for his plans and for his purposes. I tend to think that God's plan for me revolves around me and the "progression" of my life (being a super smart nurse, totally in shape, super stylish, with an abundance of friends, getting married to a smoking hot dude who loves me only second to Jesus, & having the most amazing, athletic kids, etc, etc,!!)
Perhaps not all those things will happen. like ever. Perhaps they will. Perhaps my patient will pass away in six months. Perhaps he will live another year. Either way God is still good.
But perhaps God has even better plans for us. I have no doubt that it was in His plans that I walked into my patient's room that morning.