As soon as that happened, a CNA walked in and said “Oh my gosh, she’s dead!”
I did not comprehend it at first. I wanted to believe she was wrong.
I called the front desk and told them she had passed. The next thing I knew, all the nurses come flying down the hallway with the crash cart.
They frantically asked me if she was a DNR, and my newbee-self did not even know where to look for that information.
I started scrambling through my MAR, running to ask the ward clerk, and grabbing charts.
Finally, after the board is placed under the resident and CPR was about to begin, someone shouts “She’s a DNR. Stop!”
And so we did.
I have lost people in my life, but never had I actually witnessed someone take their last breath. It was an experience like no other.
Since then, I have lost many residents whom I have grown fond of while providing care. Some, you knew it was coming; others were a total surprise.
I’ve had some residents tell me they weren’t ready to go just yet, while others cry in bed at night because they think God forgot about them.
Whatever the circumstance may be, I always try to value the time I have left on this earth. You never know when Jesus will call you home.