As a nurse, I have the chance to meet a lot of people from
all walks of life. Some are fun, some are not so fun. Then there are those that
change my life, and changed the kind of nurse I am. For privacy purposes, I won’t
use real names, but I want to tell you their stories.
To read about previous patients, click here.
I want to tell you about Jessie. She was ninety years old,
and had Alzheimer’s. By the time we met, she’d lost basically all function and
sat in her high back chair day in and out. Every once in a while, she would say
something, but not very often. In this facility, almost every single one of our
patients were feeders, which mean that we had to spread ourselves out to feed
everyone on time. I would take a whole table of patients, usually 3-4, and each
CNA would take the same number.
When I first started, the nurse before had sat at Jessie’s
table. I found pretty quickly that she wouldn’t eat. I tried everything I could,
but I couldn’t get this sweet lady to eat. It took several months before I realized
that she would drink. She liked the small cups, but if I took my time, she
would drink close to 600 ml of supplemental health shakes.
I sat with her for over a year and a half, feeding her every
night. We grew a very special bond. There were some nights that would be
difficult, when she would clamp her lips together and refuse to eat. Then there
were nights that she would drink. I talked to her about random things, about my
own life, about what was going on. Whenever she was having a good night, she
would give me the brightest smile when I talked. Every time I saw it, my entire
night went well.
That’s all she gave me. She never spoke, she never said
anything profound. She just smiled, but I still remember that smile, even years
after it happened.
Sometimes, a smile really can change a person’s life.
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