Speech for Ammama
For the past year I have been faced with death each day as I step into the hospital. Patients enter the hospital, receive care by a staff of nurses, therapists and physicians in hopes they get better, and we send them home. However, sometimes that is not the case. As I stepped foot into the hospital on January 19, 2014 for my 12 hour shift in internal medicine I had no idea what lay ahead of me. After seeing my first patient, I heard over head “code blue room 556.” I walked precociously to the room to see an African American male in cardiac arrest. Nurses hurriedly got supplies ready and we started running a code. After 20 minutes of unsuccessful attempts of CPR with intermittent medication the patient was declared dead. I was asked by a nurse to explain to the patients wife what happened. As I gathered myself outside of his room on the fifth floor I heard a scream so chilling that made every person in the ICU stop in their tracks. The scream was so loud that people on the sixth floor could hear it. One scream was followed by another and then another and another. I walked outside of the ICU to the elevators to see the patients wife, collapsed on the floor screaming in pure shock and agony. Three nurses lifted her up, placed her on a chair and rolled her into the family waiting room. The nurses held her in their arms until she calmed down. I took her head in my hands and looked her in the eyes and said, “are you ready for me to tell you what happened to your husband?” she shook her head and said yes and I proceeded to tell her what happened. I asked her if she understood what I had explained and she nodded yes. She replied, “if only I stayed with him last night. I left after dinner but I should have stayed with him over night.” We assured her that what she did was appropriate and that she did exactly what she needed to do that night.
I left the room to see the rest of my patients, walking around in a daze, still in shock after seeing her reaction but focused on my task at hand. I finished seeing my patients and writing notes. I rounded with the attending in the afternoon and was assigned three more patients to see who had just been admitted from the ER. I go to the residents lounge, put in my orders for my patients and finish answering pages. Over head I hear, “code blue room 256.” I start walking down stairs, unsure of who this patient was but as I entered the room, and looked at the computer screen I realized it was one of my new patients from the ER who I did not have a chance to see yet. He was admitted for diffuse abdominal pain with unremarkable labs and a non specific CT scan. His vitals were stable when he got to the floor and he even walked to his bed. He was left alone in his room for 10 minutes and when the nurses returned to his room, he was found unresponsive on the floor. The code had already begun when I entered the room and I immediately got his next of kin on the phone. By the middle of my conversation with his next of kin the patient was declared dead. For completeness and medical records I still had to complete a history and physical exam on my deceased patient. After everyone left the room, I re-entered the room to see my patient with leads across his chest, a pale blue face and lying in complete stillness. I pulled out my stethoscope and listened for heart sounds and lung sounds which were absent. I opened his eyes to look for reactive pupils which were fixed and lifeless. I pushed on his soft abdomen and inspected his extremities.
There was something so incredibly distinct about his body, lying on the bed, lifeless. You could describe the patient in medical terms but there was something more to be said. There was an additional element or innate quality missing from his body. That element was spirit.
In chapter two, verse 11 of the Gita, Krishna says to Arjun: “ You speak sincerely but your sorrow has no cause; the wise grieve neither for the living nor for the dead.”
In Eknath Easwaran’s interpretation of this verse he states, “In the second line the Lord, in strong words, gives us the secret of our nature. Arjuna has been talking about death, saying that he does not want to be killed, that he does not want to kill, but Sri Krishna reminds him that it is only the body which is born and which dies. You and I were never born, nor will we ever die, because our real Self is not limited by our physical body. We are spirit, eternal, infinite, and immutable. This is the great discovery we make in the climax of meditation, that we are not the body, senses, mind or intellect, but supreme spirit. “
I finished my exam, exited the room and sat down in the nurses station to complete the history and physical exam, discharge summary and code note all in one sitting. I left the hospital emotionally and mentally exhausted. As I drove home, I called my mother to tell her what had happened that day, too tired to grieve or truly process what happened.
As I returned to work the next day I thought to myself, many things in life come in 3’s. I had two patients code and they both died. Who would be the third code and the third death? Little did I realize it would be a week later, not in my own hospital but half way across the country in Houston.
The day that I found out my amama passed, I was in the hospital. I was working in the stroke unit and had just admitted a patient. As I sat down at the nurses station to start my dictation I received the news from my mother. I immediately started crying. I could not hold back the tears but didn’t care as nurses, residents and patients saw my out pouring of emotion. I finished my note with tears in my eyes, quickly discussed the case with my senior resident and left the hospital. I went straight to the beach to watch the sunset. Even in my worst days, if I am able to see sun setting somehow I know that whatever problem or situation is presented to me, it will all be okay. Things have an uncanny way of somehow working out and the situations/problems/difficulties we face in life are here for a reason. With each step I took towards the setting sun and the edge of the ocean, I thought of my amama. Each step reminded me of her strength, her conviction, her willingness to speak her mind and her indescribable love for her family. As I watched the sunset I am reminded of one of the underlying truths in the Gita: what has existed, continues to exist and will always exist.
In chapter 2 Verse 17 of the Gita, Krishna says to Arjuna: “realize that which pervades the universe and is indestructible; no power can affect this unchanging, imperishable Reality.”
Eknath Easwaran’s interpretation states, “Sri Krishna is driving into Arjuna’s consciousness the great truth that he is neither the perishable body, nor the changing senses, nor the unsteady mind, nor the wavering intellect, but the Atman, as immutable and infinite as Brahman itself. The lord of love tells Arjuna the nature of that which pervades the cosmos. All that we see in life is pervaded by the immortal, immutable, infinite Reality we call God.”