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Time of Death

Time of Death

You never know when could be the last time.


Mrs. B had been my patient for 10 days. She had come to the hospital because of difficulty breathing, complicated by a history of chronic pulmonary disease, lung cancer, breast cancer, and other things. She was 75. I liked her immediately, she was intelligent and funny. Seeing her was my favorite part of the day. We connected from the beginning.

She had a daughter whom she did not want to burden, a brother, and grandchildren. Her granddaughter’s name was Amy; she had recently gotten married. During all the time we spent together, I never saw anyone visit her. I felt she was somewhat lonely, but I was humbled by her positive spirits and strong will.

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Yesterday things were looking better. Her numbers were up, her wheezing was gone. We were planning to discharge her to a rehab center where she would complete her recovery and soon after go home. She wanted to go because there were “bills to pay” and she missed her neighbors.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I feel like dancing,” she replied.

We stopped by her room for one last checkup and she looked ready to take off. A few minutes into our visit, another patient’s heart stopped. Doctors were called to help and I ran to assist. When I came back to Mrs. B, her room was full of doctors and nurses; she was breathing very heavily and her heart was racing, so the staff was trying to control her pulse. I saw she was scared. I held her hand and asked her about her plans after discharge. I asked her about her daughter and grandkids. She could barely breathe but was eager to tell me. After a half hour, her heart went back to normal and things seemed under control.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I feel like dancing,” she replied.

Before going home last night, I went to check on Mrs. B. one last time. She was doing well. She had heard she was going to be transferred to the cardiac unit so we could watch out for more arrhythmias like the ones she had experienced earlier in the day.

“Doctor, I’m not going to come out of the hospital,” she said to me. I told her about a study in which patients who thought they wouldn’t come out of the hospital were more likely to die in the hospital than patients who thought they would. I made her tell me she’d come out of the hospital fine. Then I told her that I was going home, that I had only stopped to say goodbye.

“Don’t go home,” she implored.

“What should I do?”

“Sleep here!”

“Why do you want me to sleep here?” I asked.

“Because I trust you.”

“And you don’t trust anyone else?” I asked, laughing.

“I don’t,” she replied.

We laughed again. I told her I’d see her first thing in the morning. As I was walking out the door she said to me, smiling, “Bright and early tomorrow, Doc. I’ll be here.” I smiled back at her and went home.

This morning I came to the hospital to find out that she was intubated. She had gone into respiratory failure and had to be transferred to the critical care unit. I went to see her immediately. She was heavily sedated, intubated, and wearing cushioned gloves to prevent her from hurting herself or anyone else. The nurse told me she had been combative.

The woman laying in the bed looked nothing like Mrs. B; she didn’t even look like a person. The monitors were beeping and flashing, doctors and nurses were coming in and out of her room, pushing me away. I told the doctor in charge I wanted to wake her and say good morning to her, I wanted her to see a familiar face, she must had been so scared! He asked me not to wake her since she had been very combative. So I didn’t.

A few hours later, I was walking to the cafeteria when I got a text from a classmate – Mrs. B’s heart had stopped and she was dying. I ran to the critical care unit to find a sea of white coats and blue scrubs coming in and out of the unit. There was almost no space to move. I pushed my way through the crowd and into the room. The doctor in charge asked, “Would she want CPR or for us to let her go?”

The staff was frantically calling her family, but they were not getting through. I kept on thinking how they’d feel to find out later they had missed this call, a last call. Everyone was at a loss. From the back of the room I said, “From what I knew about Mrs. B, I think she’d like us to try it all, until the end.” I suddenly understood she was dying and I was the closest person to her who could be reached at this moment.

“Start CPR!” said the physician in charge. They all rushed to their positions and began CPR.

"We need more people to help," the nurse said. "Would anyone want to help?” I jumped to put on some gloves and rushed to her side.

She was dying. I prayed for her as I performed CPR.

The doctor looked at me and said, “It's your turn, give it your best.” I pressed on her chest until I thought I’d pass out from heat. Someone else took over, and we alternated every two minutes, for many long minutes. She was bleeding through her neck and unresponsive. She was dying. I prayed for her as I performed CPR.

With no response there was nothing left for us to do. “Anyone else has any ideas?” the doctor asked. Silence filled the crowd. No ideas. He asked us to let go. “1:06 is the time of death,” he said. Suddenly the coats and scrubs were marching out of the room, the equipment was turned off, the tension was over.

I walked out into the waiting room and grabbed a chair. My classmates where waiting for me, speechless. I started crying and a few nurses came to console me. “You did good… you did your best…” All I could think about was how sadly she died, surrounded by strangers. I wondered if she knew I came to visit her this morning, and compressed her chest until she was gone.

I know I did my best. I don’t regret one antibiotic I suggested for her, or one x-ray. But I’ll always regret not having told her last night how much I enjoyed getting to know her and how honored I felt that she trusted me so much.

Published: February 19, 2011

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Visitor Comments: 44

(42) Jaya, September 8, 2014 1:04 AM

You !

How I wish there were more people like you ! Bless you .

(41) Tonna Chavez, December 1, 2013 4:39 PM

She knew you were there...

No guilt! Honestly...she knew you were there, truly! Her body was still there and you all were doing everything humanly possible to help her. But, her soul was already leaving, being greeted by her loved ones...and G-d was there. You were a friend and a blessing to her...she was not alone. G-d places people in our lives when we need them...you were both there at just the right times for each other. You helped her through to the end of her life and she helped you to move forward with your own. She was able to share her life stories with you and you were there to hear them! What a beautiful blessing you were able to be to each other! And...what a blessing your article was for me! Thank you for sharing your experience. After losing my David this past Dec. 2012...well....to put it mildly...life moves on with or without us. And guilt or implied guilt by others...holds us back as I believe it does the souls of our loved ones. The best thing that any of us can do for our loved ones as well as ourselves...is live our lives to the fullest! We will always remember them and their souls are always with us...but, what a disservice it would be to our loved ones to hold onto any guilt or bad feelings. Nope...my experience with death in my own life has been...no matter what, we are never truly alone in death...there are so many on the other side to greet us when we pass. And of course, G-d's light is all around...and He is beaming

(40) Marlene, July 31, 2013 6:27 PM

Yael, what a gift you gav e this lady!

Yael, I doubt that you realize what a gift you gave Mrs. B. To be in the care of a doctor who really cares is rare these days. She needed you so much and you were there for her.
I am turnign 78 in September, g-d willing, and in very good health. I would love to have a doctor like you to care for me when it is my time. My family is very close, infact three of my kids live with me, so I won't be Mrs.B, but I still would love to have a doctor like you. I am in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC. Where are you?

(39) Jobin, February 22, 2012 4:56 PM

heart touching liness..

heart touching liness..

(38) Henry Mauer, September 23, 2011 7:44 PM

what a touching series of events

What a touching series of events; and so eloquently written. The author, a compassionate, young physician is a medical and a people maven; a mench.

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