Death is a part of life and while my patients are alive I would like to be a friend to them that way while they are alive they are as happy as they can be and I will know that I did everything I can to help them while they were alive. I think that not becoming attached to patients is a cowardly thing to do and selfish because they may need someone to talk to or ask questions to and if you are not there for them then you are not doing your job to the best of your abilities. While it would be sad being around a dying person it would not be uncomfortable. At that point I do not think my comfort matters. All my efforts should be turned towards that individual.
If his father passes, then he will have no longer have anyone to accompany him on the journey of life. He uses his poem to urge to the sick that they cannot give up and leave everyone alone. From going through the recent death of my grandmother, I can assure from personal experience that sometimes the burden placed on the caregiver can be more strenuous than the battle that the loved one is fighting. The caregivers are the ones that struggle with trying to understand why this is happening to someone they love so much. I know my mother and I sat for hours in the hospital listening to how content and happy my grandmother sounded and we questioned night after night why was this her time to be fading away from us.
In a poem titled, “Mammogram” accounts a women’s experience with the possible chance of having breast cancer (Salcman and Collier, 2015). Once she finds out the there is no cancer, the reader understands the instant relief she feels (Salcman and Collier, 2015). In “The Ship Pounding,” the perspective is from a family member/caregiver to Jane and speaks about the harsh reality of caring for a loved one (Levine, 2014). The reality of treatment, multiple caregivers at the hospital, leaving the hospital, and having to do it all over again is related to ship working overtime in one location, but never getting to reach a destination or travel (Levine, 2014). In the poem, “The Sick Wife,” it speaks about how difficult it is for a person lose strength and see everyone around you partaking in everyday activities the person use to do, especially for this young person in the poem (Levine, 2014).
It started with just one mole, and later the cancer metastasized all in her body. I watched her endure such pain and witnessed the doctors give her such strong doses of medicine that made my grandma very unlike her usual vibrant self. All she prayed for was to peacefully pass. Why couldn’t we grant her that one last wish? C) Preview: “Death with Dignity” should be legalized as an option for terminally-ill patients because it alleviates the suffering one must endure, it’s freedom of choice, and it would prevent inhumane ways of suicides.
Shew! What a lustrum it has been! This difficult hand of years began September 22, 2011 with my Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer diagnosis and so began the timeline of several life changing events along with unimaginable and undeserved grace. Huge loss followed my diagnosis as I lost my Mama, Brother and Daddy. All the while I was breezing through endocrine therapies trying to find one to stabilize the cancer.
Her only option remaining is palliative care and she has been given 6 months to live and will soon have to be intubated due to breathing difficulties. Kim says it is time, has requested dying with dignity twice and has been viewed as mentally fit. The viewer walks through the plethora of struggles and emotions that Dr. Altman is faced with as she succumbs to a decision, her husband as he accepts his wife’s decision, and Kim as she elects physician-assisted suicide. In this case, and many others worldwide, physician assisted suicide is morally permissible at all ages for anyone with a terminal illness with a prognosis of 6 months. This is supported by act based utilitarianism and the idea of maximizing pleasure and reducing pain and suffering on an individual circumstance.
It was finally understanding the real value of life, love, happiness, fear, understanding, commitment, and loss. I grew up after reading that book. I knew this when I realized I cried more for Becky than my own grandmother when she was admit into the intensive care unit with tubes down her throat due to a pneumonia attack. As it drizzled that day I understood not even the weather worked with complete
However, if my close loved one did commit suicide I don’t believe I would take it as well as she did, considering how hard I took it from just finding out they tried. August knew May was depressed and going through a lot and always found the right way to help her and be there for her. I wish I had this characteristic because I struggle with supporting and being there for my loved one. I admire August the most because she is someone I hope to be and I would hope to gain certain characteristics that she
Rogers tells her story in a way to honor the dead and to make sure that people will remember the good that came from the bombing as well as the terrible disaster. She believes that God was just not ready for her that day and that he left her for a purpose. One of the many important lessons she learned from that day was just how short life really can be. “My advice is, don’t ever miss an opportunity to tell those that you love that you love them, because you never know when you might not come home from that ordinary day.” (“Oklahoma City Bombing- 20 Years Later”
The next 14 hour were the most excruciating hours of my life,I had never been so terrified. I had to be strong for her and the family, I had to be their rock. As my mother laid in the hospital recovering, I filled in the empty slot of mother's role. I was a high school student during the day and in the evening I was the chef, the caretaker, and the nurse. On the weekend I worked as a cashier to help our financial woes.
In July of 2007, Roberts’s life would forever be changed when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Robin faced surgery, eight rounds of chemotherapy, and six and a half weeks of radiation therapy ("Robin Roberts - Abundantly Blessed - CancerConnect News"). She was starting to lose her hair, so she just decided to shave her head. She took viewers with her and when they saw her tears as her hair slowly disappeared, they knew she was just like them, an ordinary person, facing her own battle. Robin thanked God, her family, and friends for helping her beat breast cancer.
On May 21, 2014 my life completely flipped upside down. I will always remember what I did on that day, this is the day my mother passed away from battling breast cancer. Watching her beautiful life taken from her at such a young age from a terrible disease. I promised to live my life to the fullest after realizing how a life can be taken right from this world. Never taking anything for granted because you might lose it the next
She had five children when she fell ill and was devastated to learn her radium treatments left her unable to have more. She was protective of her family’s feelings, by keeping her cancer a secret from them so as not to worry them. Her family described her as an outgoing and beautiful woman of God. Henrietta and I have very little in common. I’ve never experienced prejudice because of my skin color or lived in a
As my father called my brother John and I into my parents’ room, I could feel the negative energy as it filled the house with sorrow. My 67 year old grandmother had been in MD Anderson Cancer Center for months, fighting leukemia, a cancer of blood-forming tissues, hindering the body 's ability to fight infection. “Acute Myeloid Leukemia occurs predominantly in the elderly and more than half of the cases are diagnosed in the subjects aged more than 60 years.” She spent an extensive amount of time laying in her hospital bed suffering with modest hopes of survival. We almost certainly knew her last days were approaching. According to Felicetto Ferrara’s article regarding therapeutic approaches for the recovery of leukemia, doctors should focus
Other personal experiences include two of my siblings, who served in Iraq, and were exposed to enemy gunfire while serving. I lost my grandmother eight years ago, who was my rock in every possible way. My grandmother was diagnosed with Leukemia, which she kept from everyone in my family until two months before her death. I believe family stress developed due to her sudden death. Aside from family stress, I personally struggled with my grandmother’s death, who reflected as a woman with great strength and lots of wisdom; who also taught me values, honesty, and community.