We sit, our work done sitting as opposed to other nurse's running, scurrying to beat the clock
waiting, waiting, we are part of the mechanism of this timepiece
the families flow in and out of the room, a rich set of personalities and color
usually in here is painted white- white sheets, white skin, white walls
There is a throbbing, rythmic beat to everything
thier hearts beat and beat, you think they will never end
until they do
a quiet stillness with weeping
the families worry endlessly before death and then weep after.
the same cycle each visit
I wonder if some of that isn't relief that the vigil is over.
That the fear and waiting is through for them and they sink down grateful that they can close their eyes to death again.
I keep mine open.
The other ladies talk about the suffering of the families and that the person has lived well and long enough, that the person is ready to die.
but the struggle, sometimes the struggle of them to stay alive and coherent is enough for me to wonder.
They never look old as they are dying, they always look so young.
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I have missed you.
Truly godsends.
I am so proud of you for doing this.
rated with hugs
Thanks MTN
Rated.
or " a quiet stillness with weeping" ?
- a friend wants to know ;-)
"... they always look so young," is a comfort,
whichever way you look at it - knowing that so often
the personalities and colour have gone home, and it's just you,
and all that white. All that stillness.
-R-
these moments
with you
through your eyes
through your heart
as you bear such honest wisdom
to your work
the work we all should be so lucky
as to receive
from one as
knowing and as
loving as
you who
keeps her eyes
open as she
wonders
in the stillness.
high praise Scylla, Thank you.
IQ, and fear. that above all :/ Thank you for your kind assessment. I wish I had a radio to them where they are- did you get there safe? and all that. Most of all I wish I believed in a thereafter... or anything. Nursing has started me praying- not really to a god, but just in general. Help me be a good person, help me do right, help me not fuck up, make my patient not as scared as I. Laugh. Luckily I'm sure anyone that accidentally sees me frantically squeezing my eyes tight and mumbling thinks I'm talking to Jesus. I wish. That would be a comfort.
Kim, quiet, and Thank you! spell check doesn't catch it when I just use the wrong words :D
& I'm glad that gives you comfort. :) comfort is a good thing wherever you can find it
((LM)) Thankies Lady
*sniff* Thanks Anna. Yeah, wonder. Wonder as well as fear. Thank you for reminding me.
I'm proud to know you Julie.
highly rated
Your sensitivity would make you depressed, Julie, so read stuff that hardens you a bit and prevents you from going home and crying. I worry about you sometimes - a big hug and kisses to the kid that always makes people smile. I know you are as old as me but I always think of you as a younger sister somehow in my mind, maybe bec I have no one to care for and prtect in my immediate vicinity. There is something so vulnerable about you, it worries me when I think of you.
Perfectly told. ~r
I love this woman!!
their hearts beat and beat, you think they will never end
until they do
they can close their eyes to death again.
I keep mine open
but the struggle, sometimes the struggle of them to stay alive and coherent is enough for me to wonder
they always look so young
I am in awe of you, dear, beautiful, Julie. Thank you.
R
This is some of your strongest writing, Julie.
Greatness, julie.
ever written about death=
They never look old as they are dying, they always look so young.
♥R
"the same cycle each visit"
You carry an inner strength to be there for these passages. How many of us could do that, I wonder?
Thanks for sharing.
"the same cycle each visit"
You carry an inner strength to be there for these passages. How many of us could do that, I wonder?
Thanks for sharing.