Happy Halloween! How many calories is in that bucket of candy your child can consume in one sitting? I’m afraid the real number may scare you too much tonight, so I will not go there today, hopefully there are more people giving out pieces fruit than candy corn out there!!!
I am currently in London, England in support of a distant uncle that is facing his last battle with metastatic colon cancer, who had just undergone a major bowel resection. He has woken up since and verbalized he wanted every medical procedure done to keep him alive, but there was a period of uncertainty of whether he was going to make it through the night. We were his only family there that was expected to decide if the medical team was to try everything they could to save his life. I reflected back to when I was working as a clinical dietitian…
I remember working on my residency at one of the most prestigious cancer centers in New York City as a dietetic intern and how many times a week I heard, “Let’s help with that family’s decision with a patient’s DNR/DNI consent,” when the patient was lying either unconscious or unable to make his or her own medical decisions — It was ultimately up to the family/healthcare proxy. As a part of the medical team, I was there to decrease the amount of pain and provide the most comfortable situation for my patient. I felt like Pavlov’s Dog, conditioned to think that the DNI/DNR order was the ticket to a show, watching someone live his or her life to the end enjoying the concoction of painkillers with a warm glass of milk while sitting on a rocking chair next to the fire place. In many cases patients could not even eat or swallow anymore and I was the one who calculated the patient’s tube feeding to support their daily nutritional needs. “Comfort” was essentially the goal of the medical plan of palliative care and we were trained to think that that was the right thing to help a cancer patient at the last stages of disease, unable to verbalize his own choice.
Well, being in a different pair of shoes here this week, I am undecided as to whether or not the notion of “comfort,” was entirely clear. Sure, quality of life was important, but to a vulnerable person who was not ready to face death, their idea of dying slowly without a fight, may not be a wholesomely “comfortable” idea to them –This is the dilemma. What does “comfort” really mean? …Who was really made comfortable here? The family or the patient?
I asked one of my best friends whether my uncle should be intubated or not at this point. She is an anesthesiologist who is practicing at one of the most well known teaching hospitals in the world, and she said, “And the option is dying with the tube Or dying without the tube” –I was left to interpret that myself… When I was a clinician, that message would have been crystal clear, but now, it just put a bigger hole in my chest. I love her to death and I do not think she was coldhearted to any extent by saying that, she is a doctor and it was what was delivered for the patient’s best interest, but that really made me think.
I recently saw the play, “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom. A very touching story about a professor, Morrie Schwartz, battling his illness with ALS , an incurable progressive neurological disease. It really made me reflect on how many times I took my life for granted and how many times I took other people’s lives for granted. It was a very emotional 2 hours of my life which, helped me understand some things about being human.
Not everything is black and white, just like the DNR/DNI consent will never be a concrete order to me anymore. Kudos to those who work at a hospital and face such decisions in their daily life, I applaud you.
I am no longer practicing clinically in hospitals or care homes, but instead I am taking the preventative role. I want to prevent disease before it is diagnosed and I want to see people who want to make a change in their lifestyles take their lives back in their own hands. In the end, nobody should be put in the spot to make the decision to “do not resuscitate or do not intubate” for anyone else, but themselves!
So, I’m really only here for the food! 🙂 In the end, I’d much rather prescribe something you can see, chew, and swallow rather than something that goes through a tube that is not so appealing to eat!
Going back to the subject of Halloween, keep yourselves and your children safe out there tonight! The candy is definitely a treat, so try your best to take it in moderation and brush your teeth after!!! XOXO, – Renée By The C. 🙂