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I currently work at a transitional care unit; we do the admissions for the whole clinic, cover the perception unit, and recoup all cardiovascular cath, pacemaker, and removal patients. Obviously we have a wide assortment of patients and keenness levels. Passing isn't an ordinary event, yet it happens reasonably consistently. I have tended to patients on comfort mind just, currently kicking the bucket, and those that pass surprisingly because of heart failure. The plain first patient I had passed was a patient with terminal lung tumor. This experience genuinely opened my eyes to the agony and enduring numerous tumor patients perseveres. He was in horrible agony, where over a 4 hour time span he got 18mg of Dilaudid, and this scarcely made him agreeable. It was in this time I considered demise to be a help, so both him and his relatives.
I am ready to see passing from an exceptionally medicinal and logical point. In that passing does not trouble me to such an extent. I consider it to be a wild factor we as a whole should confront multi day. Including medicinal services aliments that prompt passing likewise makes a difference. At the point when my granddad passed away I was miserable for his misfortune, yet additionally mitigated that he every other week excursions to the ED for either CHF or DKA were finished. I knew he was prepared to go on as well. 
With this viewpoint I have been called craze about the subject. My mother does not see how I am ready to see death in such an easygoing way. I don't feel I see it in an easygoing way, however a scientific and restorative way. I don't know what occurs after death, but rather I discover comfort in knowing something more lies past it.
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I work in a telemetry floor. As well as post-cath lab procedures, we admit patient with diverse diseases. Most of them have been discharge home safely but many of the patients have died during our care. My first death was a woman around her 40s with a beautiful family. Unfortunately, eight months before she was diagnosed with stomach cancer. Her body only resisted one chemotherapy. I had this patient every night since she got admitted and I knew how much she wanted to live. Four weeks passed, and she got even worse. Everyone on the floor knew this patient. I can still remember her name and how many times she told me she wanted to live her life as normal person again. The night of her death was a sad night, but she was ready to go on. There were tears and even more when I was receiving a hug from the husband and the thankfulness for his wife care during her hospitalization. That was an unforgettable experience.
After that night I keep think how people still fight over material things; how is more important money that feelings. How many persons do not have respect for life? Life is short and sometimes unfair, but still is life, and still is beautiful. It is important to spend time with those who we love, and remind them every day how much you love those moments together.