3Cs: Coffee, Children, and Cancer

A new grad turned pediatric oncology nurses' jump into the fray…

Footprints on My Stethoscope

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My patient was dying. Her skin was becoming increasingly mottled. Cheyne-Stokes respirations had set in. I tried to remain calm as I listened to her lungs and twenty, thirty seconds would go by without a single breath. Congestion was building up in her airways. It was hard to watch.

My charge nurse checked in with me frequently, asking if I was okay. I was not. I shed my own tears in that room as I watched my patient dance in and out of lucidness, embracing family members, kissing staff on the hand before—as if a switch had been flipped—slipping back into a restless state of confusion and agitation that only versed could soothe. Yes, I was losing a patient—but the family—the family was losing so much more. A daughter, a sister, a niece, a cousin, a friend…

What I was dealing with was nothing in comparison to what they had to endure. I had to keep it together in order to support them. I suppose that this is one of the parts of nursing that comes with time, but how can one ever get used to…this?

We changed her into a red shirt. She’d been wearing a pink one that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere—it wasn’t hers. She hated pink; her favorite color was red. These are the things that you learn when you’re up with your patient at 2am watching Cupcake Wars.

Her family whispered sweet everythings into her ear. “It’s okay…” “You don’t have to be afraid…”

A few days later she was gone. To a place where she could sing and dance and drive again. To a place where she could watch the Phillies play from the best seat in the house. To a place without pain and—without cancer. What a great place that must be…

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Happy Pediatric Hematology/Oncology Nurses Day!

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May your commute be without traffic.

May parking spots be plenty.

May your assignment be manageable.

May you be able to eat and pee.

May pharmacy send your meds/chemo on time.

May your central lines flush fine and have great blood return.

May your two-year old patient not decide to disconnect his central lines—while they’re infusing continuous cytarabine.

May your patients be without emesis (especially after you just inserted a fresh NG tube).

May there be no CAT calls, codes, or other emergencies.

May you handoff your whole assignment to one nurse instead of three (don’t you love when that happens?).

Or better yet—may you be OFF today! 🙂

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Difficult Situations, Difficult Conversations

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April May was a preschool-aged little girl with a solid tumor whom I cared for over a weekend of night shifts. Most people think that night shift is painfully slow and that the patients (and sometimes the staff) sleep all night—well not in my world. It’s actually one of the things I like about working nights though. Without all the extra hubbub of day shift, you actually get to spend more time with your patients, listening to their stories, holding their hands, really being able to be present, and in this case—helping them to say goodbye.

I spent a lot of time in April’s room. At times I felt as if I was somewhat neglecting my other patients, but it was night shift, and (thankfully) they were actually sleeping peacefully. But just like the triage of patients in the battlefield (I guess we call it “prioritization” in nursing”)—April needed me more right now. We worked hard throughout the night getting her pain under control, frequently adjusting her PCA. It was hard to watch; and it seemed so unfair for someone so small, so new to the world, to have to go through this. I felt frustrated and somewhat helpless, torn between mad and sad, as I struggled to keep it together and be there for April and her family.

I admit one of the things I have major anxiety about as a new nurse (other than fancy chemo protocols and antibody therapies) is end of life. What to do, or not do…what to say, or not say. How do you respond to some of the questions parents/families ask—”How many children have you watched die?,” or from your patients—”what will it feel like/will it hurt?” Does the family want you in the room or do they want their space? You don’t want to be intrusive yet you don’t want them to feel abandoned either. It’s a delicate dance that’s bound to be different with every encounter. Medscape offers some good tips from Cyndi Cramer, BA, RN, OCN, PCRN, in an interview, How to Have Difficult Conversations With Patients, Families.

Monday morning at change of shift, mom sleepily thanked me for everything and asked me when I would be back. I responded that I would be back on Wednesday night. April gained her angel wings Tuesday night.

Yes, cancer sucks. Really bad.

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