A poem showing the compassion and empathy of nurses everywhere....

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  3. by   aimeee
    That's beautiful, Martha. Have you submitted it for publication anywhere?
  4. by   micro
    i second this .........
  5. by   mother/babyRN
    Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. I still remember the gentleman. Something touched me about him and to this day I cannot explain exactly what it was....No, other than a nursing magazine, which didn't seem interested, I have not...Any ideas? I would love the world to know the special part of all of us that enables us to deliver care and compassion to others...It warms my heart that all of you can see part of yourselves and your depth of caring in my small poem......As my three year old would say, "You make my heart happy."
  6. by   mother/babyRN
    I should mention that "Mr. Albercoss" is a pseudonym.....However, I will forever recall his real name....
  7. by   Angel Baby
    OK, I guess I needed that healthy cry. This is one of the most awesome pieces of art I have ever had the honor to appreciate.

    Thank you for sharing it. You have a true gift for writing. I'm surprised that the nursing journals would not be interested--so much of what we do is this intangible compassion and empathy that we have for patients--those that can communicate with us and those that cannot.

    Many times I have "felt" things about patients--words that aren't spoken by family. I try to always listen to that still, small voice that goes along with these unfounded feelings. I believe that the true art of nursing comes from this source--when we listen well, we practice well. I have never made a wrong turn, when acting on that still, small voice--for example--56 year old woman with a subarachnoid bleed came to our unit awake and lucid. Her grown son was with her. Before she went to surgery (I was listening well) I had a driving need to engage in a lengthy talk with the son regarding the possibility that she might never wake up following surgery. We discussed everything, including organ donation. She never woke up after surgery--blew one, then the other pupil over 2 hours. The son stayed by her side--talking to her the entire time. He did not want to see her death be in vain and elected to permit organ donation. This is not something I routinely did--it was not my place to initiate most of that WHEN I did--just listening well that day...............

    Nursing 2002 used to have a last page story, dedicated to this type of journal entry. Have you tried them? Also, Readers Digest might be a great forum--read by so many--one of my favorites.

    And--you will touch more people in this forum--I just discovered this 3 weeks ago but it has been a healing experience for me--helping to remind me what I really love about being a nurse (and reassuring me that I'm not the only insane person out there) :}
  8. by   Agnus
    Martha, please don't give up on trying to publish. This story should be heard. Thank you for it.
  9. by   mother/babyRN
    ThankYOU all....I "hear" that little voice all the time and trust it implicitly...Does that mean we are insane, or do we just bring SOME sense of order to all the chaos that goes on...Would love to share more with any of you interested in reading it...(in your SPARE time, that is.... ).....Martha
  10. by   mother/babyRN
    I have to add that I really hadn't thought about publishing until all of you kind nurses suggested it...I just want others out there to know and see how we nurses "feel" and the depth of ourselves that goes in to what we have elected to do...I want to send the message that it isn't just about a disease process or situation...It is people caring for others from somewhere inside , from a place only a select few can access, to be there for others...Am I lame, or what??I guess that is what Angel Baby meant by being one of the insane....
  11. by   Angel Baby
    Heck yeah--if you look at what we really do (play with every bodily fluid know to science--and a few that haven't been identified, yet), deal with people who have unpredictable psychotic mood swings--this includes figuring out what planet these doctors come from (the patients can be difficult, too), must train our bladders to hold 2 liters and our stomachs to hold 1 teaspoon full of food, try to take care of a fragile package(s) that can die in 3 minutes flat and all you can do is flip, water and oxygenate the Mom (while trying not to defecate all over yourself while you run to the OR), AND assume 23 years of liability for every patient encounter--who in their right mind would do these things (for any amount of pay!!!!!)??????? Insanity is the only thing I can use to explain why I know all of this AND STILL LOVE OB NURSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  12. by   mother/babyRN
    Ditto and thank GOD for transitional epithelial cells (to hold all that urine you can never find time to get rid of) AND Delivery God, who seems to watch over most if not ALL those crazy, hairy delivery situations...In our facility on the night shift, anesthesia is NOT in house, and neither is pacu or the or.....I guess we are insane! (But we do have good company..Besides, they can't do it without us!)

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