Joining the Sisterhood
A heartbeat or the lack of one can change your life, forever. It’s been three years and almost three months since it changed mine. Larry (he was 78 years old) and I were in the ICU at Swedish Hospital. He had been there for a day. After his monthly chemo at the oncologist’s office, he had a problem with being cold – freezing, he said – to the point that the nurses brought out warm blankets. The blankets helped some, but he was immediately transported to the ICU at Swedish.
When I arrived at the ICU, there was an argument going on with Larry at the center of it. A nurse told me that he was refusing – very vocally – to wear the oxygen mask, even though, at home, he slept with a CPAP mask on every night. “His oxygen levels are too low,” she said. I asked them to wait just a moment while I put down my things, and then, I turned on him. I told him that he was not going to be mean to his caregivers – he was being mean to them. I told him that they were following the doctor’s orders and both he and they would be in trouble if he continued to refuse to wear the mask. “So,” I said, “you will put on this mask as you are being asked to do.” He put on the mask.