we all rushed to room 5 when the patient’s nurse yelled for help. code was not called, but we were busy anyway. after awhile, she was stabilized. although her blood pressure was barely normal, she was okay.

when everything settled and we were in a contemplative mood, we realized we were all thinking the same thing.

R, the patient in room 5 had been sick for years. all sorts of things, all sorts of surgeries. over 200 hospital admissions that usually lasted a few weeks to a few months, her body had been battered. earlier that night, when the blood transfusion was about to be started, she complained of being “very tired”. not just physically, but about the whole sick-all-the-time thing. very tired, meaning she wanted to rest. in peace. literally.

she used to be DNR (do not resuscitate) but her husband probably convinced her to change that, because just a couple of days ago, her status was changed. we have taken care of R for years now that most of us know her and her husband like old friends. we all know it is him who cannot let go. it is him who is too scared to lose her.

all the nurses i know want to be DNR. some do not even want a day on the ventilator. some want a week to see, and then be unplugged. i am one of those who do not want anything, anytime. just let me go. the sooner, the better. there was a point in my life when i thought differently because i became a mom. i thought i cannot die before my kids grow up, they need me. then i realized how arrogant that thought was, so i am back to being sure i want to be full DNR. and for the record, i want everything usable to be harvested for donation. you are my witnesses, okay?

anyway, the fact that most if not all nurses want to be DNR proves a point. i know you already figured that point out, so i won’t bore you with an explanation.

we kept talking about our wishes. then, we sort of found a dilemma. we were very certain that our spouses, just like R’s husband would not want us to be DNR. we also figured out that we feel the same way about our spouses, that unless they have a terminal illness…”yeah, we want everything done!” and we probably won’t mind all the tubes. not on our kids, on our parents, on our spouses. it’s as if we want them to live forever.

what is it about us? we don’t want to prolong our lives, poked and exposed, surrounded by machines, with tubes in every part of our bodies. but we think differently when it comes to those we love? it’s almost a clear definition of selfishness, but somehow, it also appears like love.

advance directive seems to be the solution, but not so when it is an accident.

advance directive doesn’t really matter when it is an accident because even if i have it, i don’t carry it in my purse, and i’m sure worse comes to worst when my husband is stressed by it all, he might even deny he knows about the directive. and if that happens, i won’t even blame him. i am probably inclined to do the same if the situation is reversed.

and no, giving a parent/sibling the power of attorney is almost pointless when it’s an accident.  for sure, it will be the spouse who will be called first, granted the accident happens during those few times you are not with him/her.

when it comes to a code status, it’s easy to decide for myself, but to say it is extremely difficult to make a decision for those i love is an understatement. in 2001, when my mom coded, revived, and coded again, i was a wreck. i’m pretty sure that if on the second code she was revived again, i will not make her a DNR for a very long time. i probably would have sat there and wait for a miracle while the ventilator breathes for her.

how about you, do you want to be DNR?
if you do, do you feel exactly the same towards your loved ones?
if you feel exactly the same, how hard/easy was it for you to make that decision?
if you want ot be DNR but want your loved one to “live forever”, what is your “excuse”?