Why was caring for the dying so tough? (It’s not what you think!)
I’m young at heart, but I have always been an old soul. As a child, my favorite people were my elderly paternal grandparents and people their age or older. So, it’s no wonder, really, that I gravitated toward caring for dementia, geriatric, and hospice patients as a registered nurse.
Death is sacred. Seeing someone take their last breath is an honor and privilege like no other. Death will come to all of us. Death is the great equalizer. It spares no one: no billionaire, no pauper, no king, no servant.
I loved being a hospice nurse. To me, hospice seemed to be the one area of the healthcare industry, or more appropriately the “sickcare” industry, where showing your humanity and acting as a human (and not a robot) was acceptable, if not encouraged. I was and remain very grateful for having had the opportunity to hold the best bedside nursing job that exists. (Nursing is a tough job and is not for the faint of heart! It’s rough waters out there.)
While I loved hospice nursing, I did find it extremely challenging. However, what I found so hard about hospice nursing was not the death that I experienced regularly. What really, deeply saddened me so much, shaking me to the core, was that I saw so many people who, I firmly believe, were dying not from their so-called hospice diagnosis, but from the “treatments” they received for those diseases (before officially becoming hospice patients. Although death will come to all of us at some point, our bodies are designed to last at least 70 years when properly cared for, apart from accidents, trauma, and other serious emergent situations.)
Watching a 42-year-old mother slip away while her husband and 3 young children sit anxiously awaiting her last breath, heartbroken and confused, was heart wrenching. It brings me to tears even now. But what’s even more heart wrenching, for me, is believing that this beautiful, young mother could have potentially lived much longer. Yes, I believe she could still be alive, if it hadn’t been for a corrupt medical system that exists not to cure anything, but instead to make money by “treating” conditions and diseases in the most profitable way possible … with treatments that are toxic shams, at best, and downright poisonous bioweapons, at worst. (To be clear, I’m referring to the treatments she received before choosing hospice care; hospice treatments, on the other hand, are focused on keeping a patient comfortable and pain free, and they do not extend or hasten death.)
That was what was so hard: seeing so many patients die young, in a similar way, in their 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, and even 60s.
[Note: This post was originally published at http://www.quirkyandquizzical.com. The sickcare industry, cancer treatments, and a brief history of the origins (and sinister ties) of allopathic medicine shall be topics for future posts.]