I've been a respiratory therapist for close to 20 years and between that and many years in LE not much bothers me any more. However, today is one of those days.
A 91 year old man came in the ER first thing this morning. He was unresponsive and not breathing. We intubated him and got him stabilized and went for a head CT. He had a huge bleed, the kind you don't come back from. We took him back to the ER and I put him on a ventilator (life support) and went about my business while they brought his little 88 year old wife in to see him. The doctor and clergyman tried to explain what had happened and that there was nothing we could do to save him.
She seemed to be a little confused and was trying hard to understand everything. They were telling her that the best thing to do would be to take him off the ventilator and let him go quietly. She asked for some time and they left the room so it was just her and her husband and me tending the vent. At times like that I try to give people as much space and privacy as I can but sometimes it's pretty tight quarters.
She got up from her chair and moved close to her husband and stood there crying while she rubbed his shoulders and touched his face. She leaned in close and gave him a long kiss on the cheek and said, "I wish I knew what you would do if it was me. Would you be able to let me go?". Then she left the room. It broke my heart.
I just took him off life support.
A 91 year old man came in the ER first thing this morning. He was unresponsive and not breathing. We intubated him and got him stabilized and went for a head CT. He had a huge bleed, the kind you don't come back from. We took him back to the ER and I put him on a ventilator (life support) and went about my business while they brought his little 88 year old wife in to see him. The doctor and clergyman tried to explain what had happened and that there was nothing we could do to save him.
She seemed to be a little confused and was trying hard to understand everything. They were telling her that the best thing to do would be to take him off the ventilator and let him go quietly. She asked for some time and they left the room so it was just her and her husband and me tending the vent. At times like that I try to give people as much space and privacy as I can but sometimes it's pretty tight quarters.
She got up from her chair and moved close to her husband and stood there crying while she rubbed his shoulders and touched his face. She leaned in close and gave him a long kiss on the cheek and said, "I wish I knew what you would do if it was me. Would you be able to let me go?". Then she left the room. It broke my heart.
I just took him off life support.