On Monday I had a feeling to check in on a patient I hadn't talked with in a couple of months. I went to her chart to get her phone number. A big red box, marked "deceased" popped up before I could even get to her number. She passed away in September, and I just learned.
As well, a patient in the hospital, who has been at death's doorstep for a week, was finally allowed, by his family, to pass.
Tuesday I received a call from a hospital asking for some support for caregivers as they had a traumatic death in their emergency department the previous evening. And they needed to vent.
Last night at 3:40am, I made the mistake of checking my phone. My sister had sent me a text earlier in the night about a friend dying. The friend was my patient.
When I woke for real, I had a group text from a client's brother stating that his sister's tumor was cancerous, yet she was healing well from her surgery.
Just a few minutes ago I received notification that another patient had passed away, yesterday morning.
And that's just a few of the deaths and imminent deaths I've been a part of this week.
Some days are diamonds, some are stones.
What a week, what a damn f'ing week.
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