It was in that same year, 2002, that I watched my grandmother succumb to a lengthy battle with ovarian cancer. My grandmother worked as an LPN for nearly twenty years, and it often said in my family that I took after her in more ways than just physically:; I had inherited her work ethic and her sunny disposition, her tendency to always look on the bright side of life even when things got rough. I was her firstborn granddaughter, and we were very close; growing up, I could remember her crispy-pressed scrubs that always smelled like a combination of starch and her favorite perfume, and the hard candies she kept in her pockets, both for her patients and for me.
Unfortunately, her cancer went undetected for many years. I always wondered why, as an LPN, she wasn’t diagnosed sooner, why none of us knew until it had spread to her abdomen. But it had always been my grandmother’s way to look after everyone first and herself second. It was that selfless dedication that had inspired her to go to nursing school, a poor, single mother raising four children in the heart of one of Los Angeles’ toughest neighborhoods. It was that selfless dedication that inspired me, and when my grandmother went into hospice, I saw the same selfless dedication mirrored …show more content…
We all felt the loss of her warmth and presence keenly, but none more than my mother, who suffered through an intense period of depression in the months following. This was my first experience with death, and I can clearly remember the sadness and confusion I felt during and after my grandmother’s funeral. Trying to come to grips with losing my grandmother was difficult enough, but I found myself having to take on the responsibilities my mother’s depression had rendered her unable to do. Though my mother eventually recovered, I had no idea at the time that watching her struggling with depression would be an augury for my own personal battles with
Green became an orphan and, as a result, her aunt and uncle gained guardianship. Dr. Green attended Alabama A&M, where she received her Bachelor’s degree in Physics. Later on, her aunt was diagnosed with a form of women’s cancer. Subsequent to her aunt’s diagnosis, Dr. Green became the primary caregiver for her. Being an employee at a nursing facility for two years, I know that being a caregiver is vital to those in need.
There are unlimited ways to express healthy emotion. As everyone experiences this, loss is understood as a natural part of life. However, we can still be overcome by shock and confusion, leading to prolonged periods of sadness or depression. The sadness typically diminishes in intensity as time passes, but grieving is an important process in order to overcome these feelings and continue to embrace the time you had with your loved one.” (Nordal PhD, Katherine APA).
Death is not so light a concept as to glance off of those it does not take. Oftentimes, when death claims someone close to you, it seems easy to fall into a lethargic pit of despair, contenting oneself only to dwell on the morose incontrollable nature of the universe. I know I felt this way, especially with the guilt laid upon me with the death of my brother. I do not claim to know anyone else’s grief, or to know the best way for anyone to deal with the loss of such a beloved girl. I do know, however, that “when you lose something you love, faith takes over” (Tan 2166).
I felt fortunate to have attended the session with Bonnie, an epitome for an ideal hospice care provider. She demonstrates an ability to connect anyone in personal level and with full attention; thereby, making both the recipients and their family feel cared. As she shared her experience, it was reflected that she made sure the care is provided to the patients spiritually; and other needs are also taken care of. Bonnie joined hospice care after realizing the previous career of a social worker was not fulfilling. It was inspiring that she reflected it is never too late to change a career trajectory.
The past year I have seen how much of a big difference hospice makes. I have seen how patients and their families become attached to their hospice team. I have witnessed all hospice team members working together to be supportive to families when their loved one has passed. I never knew how much of a difference hospice can make until my time at Homestead. I saw how the entire hospice team cared for each and every patient and wanted to make the patient’s last days the best they could possibly be.
The purpose of experiencing a hospice clinical was to give me the opportunity to observe and participate in the care of my patients who are receiving hospice care in their home. My first encounter occurred in Jenks, Oklahoma at the patient’s personal home. Upon entering the house, we were greeted by his wife and one of their sons. Before we spoke with the patient we had a pre-conference in the patient’s living room with his wife. My nurse asked how the patient’s wife was doing and the wife stated that she needs more help with his care.
My grandma, at the time, was sick with a liver disease. Throughout the whole trip, my grandma cried from the pain the infection caused. My mom stated, “It was agonizing. I couldn’t do anything for her except just to watch.” Nevertheless, a Vietnamese doctor escorted my grandma throughout the entire journey.
In all my experiences as a nurse, I’ve realized the importance of communication, providing holistic care to an individual and empowering them with the knowledge to manage their health. When an illness strikes a person, it affects not just his body, but also his mind and spirit. The art of communication is invaluable to patient interaction and establishing a therapeutic nurse-patient relationship, that facilitate coping mechanisms for patients, moreover it prepared myself as a nurse to meet their individual needs. Furthermore, there is at the moment an insurmountable demand for survivorship care as a result of the advancement in technology and medicine, which made living beyond life expectancy possible for increasingly more people. Living after cancer treatment is not free of complications as there are acute and chronic side effects of treatment that requires constant monitoring and attention, and this information spurred me to shift my focus from palliative to survivorship care.
The Amedisys Hospice service that I work for is special, loving, kind and caring; which we provide comfort and support for our patients, which are facing life- limiting illnesses for each family member and loved ones. The reason I chose the topic to write and tell about my story to tell; is because I am a Hospice aide that I experience each week days. I travel from home, to home, work at facilities, and work in the office some. There are lots of our patients choose to be home for their comfort of their illnesses; and some that aren’t able, or do not have the time for their loved ones; they chooses the facility’s such as the nursing homes, not stating that they do not want to care for them in their home, because they have busy schedules or what
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