Nurses Stories: Real Nurse’s sharing real Nursing Stories

by Admin on November 3, 2010

If you are a Nurse or have a calling to help heal, we invite you to share your own nursing stories with us here at The Hopeful Healer.

Together we can show everyone how truly heroic the calling of the Hopeful Healer can be in the profession of Nursing..

Please share your own stories with us as comments on this page.  Or tell us about a heroic patient or a healer who went above and beyond the ‘call of duty’.  It can be about any subject related to your experiences or of those close to you.  We’ve added some tags below to give some ideas. As you add your story as a comment below, our collection will grow and help all those who visit this page to know we are not alone. Not as nurses and not as patients.

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Clifford Schneider November 11, 2010 at 7:47 pm

Sorry, but I would never justify mercy killing. First of all I believe that any patient that made it to my door wants to live. The second reason is I have never worked in an environment where mercy killing was an issue. Death, if it was close, usually occurred with or without my permission. I hate to loose people under my care. I would see to it that they were not experiencing any pain. If by treating my patient for pain he/she died…….that is just fate.

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Clifford Schneider RN retired November 3, 2010 at 11:42 am

The Beginning

I had been practicing nursing for about four years. It was obvious to me that God moved me into this job. I was amazed on more than one occasion at my ability to see trouble with patient’s hearts ahead of the event. It tended to frustrate the staff that I worked with.
This fact would find me at odds with them on more that one occasion. My personal feeling on this talent was this is KEWL. The first time I realized that I had the ability was something of a surprise.

A female patient about the age of 58 was admitted to my unit with complaint of shoulder and back pain. Patient was alert and oriented and resting quietly in bed. I went into the room to evaluate her and vital signs were within normal limits. Cardiac monitor showed a sinus rhythm without ectopy. Respirations were easy and even. I quickly completed my initial charting and was monitoring the EKG patients when I had this strange urge to look at each of my patients. I quickly laid eyes on each patient working back to the admission that I had just evaluated. Some people say that if you know the answer before you hear the question…. You are a Clairvoyant. There was one strange beat on the EKG monitor. It did not look like any beat I had ever seen before and I suddenly realized that she was fixing to die. I calmly leaned out of the room and called for my other staff member. When I saw her… I asked her to call the Cardiac Doctor and tell him to get here now and hang up the phone on him. She told me that he was out of town. I told her to call the MD on call for him and tell him Clifford said Get here now! At that very moment she shot off one of those weird irritable foci.

It seemed like a minute had passed and the Doctor shot into the unit. I told him I have no proof but this lady was fixing to die. He ordered a 12 lead EKG stat. Upon review of the EKG he said that she was evolving an anterior wall infarction. We started the streptostreptokinase protocol and over the next hour we held our breath hoping that we got on this problem early enough. Finally, the EKG showed the breakthrough rhythm. We dumped fluids until her B/P came back to normal and then adjusted fluids to KVO. At this point, she was totally unaware that she had been evolving through an MI.

Dr. N. got a message to get to the hospital as well, and was walking in just after we had completed the protocol. He reviewed the EKG and shook the other MD’s hand. He told him that this was one bad anterior wall infarct and that if he had not caught it when he did the patient would be dead by this time. The other MD shook his head and told Dr. N. that it was my save. You cannot know how good that felt as Dr. N. shook my hand and congratulated me on the save. He then went into the patient’s room and informed her of the heart attack. She said that she never felt any pain or anxiety.

The Lady lived for 16 more years. She asked me how she could possible thank me for saving her life. I smiled and said …Just keep living life. I have bragging rights as long as you live. This is what I was meant to do by God’s help and believe me when I say that He was there with me the day that we did the procedure.

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Lance June 2, 2010 at 2:58 pm

Wonderful blog!

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carol-gino May 29, 2010 at 3:52 am

Maybe now it’s not with the spread of bacteria because we’ve learned to wash our hands and sterilize our equipment but something even more subtle: the transmission of negative energy.

There have been studies done on the healing power of love. Not the new age type, or even the airy fairy angel type. But rather the type that has volunteers in to hold preemie babies who then thrive in larger numbers than their unheld neighbors. With all the research being done on mind-body interactions, observer effect, and the power of prayer, how big a leap do we have to take before we understand that there exists something in the unseen areas of healing that we’ve yet to identify and therefore acknowledge.

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carol-gino May 29, 2010 at 3:48 am

Over the years, I’ve asked the best nurses what they think about mercy killing. None of them would be willing to do it on a patient she didn’t care about. It’s not worth the risk. I’ve heard good nurses say, “Oh, I could do it. But only for my mother, father, or my child.” And then they add, “Or maybe someone I loved.” Unless there’s that kind of emotional investment, few people are willing to handle the guilt because a GORK lives immortally on… in your own brain. A terminal patient’s stopped screams stay in your own bone marrow. You can’t be sure if you’d do something like that.You’re never completely sure.

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carol-gino May 29, 2010 at 3:23 am

“If I refuse all treatment” Yves asked, “how long will it be before I die?”

I stood there thinking how unlike the movies this was. Yves eyes were fixed on me and I was afraid. How could I tell him he had less than two weeks to live?

I believed he had the right to know; a right to do what he wanted with his own life. But I didn’t want to be the one to tell him and I knew the doctor never would.

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