tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560235.post116932515396453559..comments2024-01-26T10:25:48.047-08:00Comments on shrimplate: Beginningsshrimplatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08347542266047278227noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560235.post-1169691665280513172007-01-24T18:21:00.000-08:002007-01-24T18:21:00.000-08:00I'm gonna get argumentative on you. Don't take it ...I'm gonna get argumentative on you. Don't take it personally--i'm just feeling spunky tonight. (;<BR/><BR/>I would argue that it's not religious belief that makes people unable to accept death. Rather, i think it's the inability to accept death that drives the religious belief. That's not to say that all religious folks are afraid of death, mind you--instead i mean that those afraid of death cast out for whatever crutch or comfort they can find to help them in their time of need. <BR/><BR/>It may be that your patient who had Jesus didn't have much else to hold onto. <BR/><BR/>I'm not sure exactly how i'd react if told that i had mets. I'm sure there would be plenty of denial and disbelief, as well as some last second mind-changing when the time came to verify the diagnosis. Hell, i'm afraid to get a physical right now because i'm overweight--definitely not an immediately life threatening condition, but one i'm nervous about looking into too closely. <BR/><BR/>I've seen families cling to their family members' lives, rather than letting them go, with and without religion. We just don't deal with death--or survival--all that well. Maybe Jesus helped this patient with the mets. Maybe Jesus helped your other patient's son cope with being orphaned. It may not look healthy from our point of view, but it's not our call to make. <BR/><BR/>Okay. Down off my soapbox. Hey, you got me thinking (and fighting). Isn't that what blogs are for? *grin*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560235.post-1169504598407977192007-01-22T14:23:00.000-08:002007-01-22T14:23:00.000-08:00Not too long ago I had a patient...with dementia, ...Not too long ago I had a patient...with dementia, who had been a County Judge...and an attorney. He had himself (sadly) a well written Living Will that could not be legally changed by anyone...not his wife, not his daughter, not in a court of law...that he could NEVER be made a DNR...NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER. <BR/><BR/>We nurses in the ICU spectulated over what was in this man's past that made him so afraid of death...was it the decisions he made as a judge...was he afraid that he had tried to play GOD???<BR/><BR/>He spent many months in and out of ICU, on and off of Ventilator's. He eventually went the way of nature...it was not pretty. Oh, and his fancy piece of attornism did no good when the choir was singing his hymn.GingerJarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264306220362474678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560235.post-1169341371171132172007-01-20T17:02:00.000-08:002007-01-20T17:02:00.000-08:00Hey Disappearing, that's exactly the kind of respo...Hey Disappearing, that's <I>exactly</I> the kind of response I was hoping to get. I've been doing this for a some years, but of course my own experiences are, well, just my own.shrimplatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08347542266047278227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11560235.post-1169338285311355122007-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:002007-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:00That's actually a slightly different way of lookin...That's actually a slightly different way of looking at that... Now you have me reflecting...<BR/><BR/>I've think I've actually seen both sides of the spectrum with impending death in a devout Christian... One I remember clearly was waiting to "go home with the Lord". I can recall many others that kept imploring God to keep them going...<BR/><BR/>Yep, the brain will be busy tonight... Another night of insomnia, thanks to the Shrimpster...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com