...the hanging thread, part II.  

EnergeticAzLover 46M
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6/6/2006 1:03 am

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7/26/2006 10:44 am

...the hanging thread, part II.

She did not know how to get in touch with the helicopeter crew so she gave the basket to the the advocate. The family wanted to meet us so we made multiple attempts to stop in and see our patient and meet her family, but they were always getting food or something similar.

Today, 4 days later, I got to meet them. We transported a patient to the trauma center and here comes our advocate. She was waiting outside the trauma room like an anxious grandmother to be. It seems that the family heard that my partner and I stopped in to check on their daughter, on multiple occassions, and this pushed their need to meet us to the extreme.

I walked into the family waiting room outside of the ICU and they knew immediately who we were when we walked through the door.

A mother's hug and tears are like no other. I rarely get the chance to see family members after an incident but her hug lasted what felt like an eternity.

You see, to me, after a while, I get reminded that what I do isn't a job. It's not a "cool" "exciting" career... what it is, in reality, is a chance to change lives. Not just the life of the patient, but everyone who knows them. This started off as an unknown teenage girl who may die without family members even knowing, and ended up being the daughter, girlfriend, sister, niece of everyone who I met this morning.

Today... I was reminded of why I do what I do. Thanks for the jogging my memory "Jane Doe", you have a beautiful family who will help you through the rough road ahead.

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