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Those Who Wait: Recent Work in ‘Art of Nursing’

December 19, 2011

By Sylvia Foley, AJN senior editor

Beach Stone Found by mscaprikell, via Flickr

“I held that stone / in my hand for hours while they split your bones,” says the narrator of Janet Parkinson’s poem “Talisman,” which appears this month in Art of Nursing. The poem speaks to the tremendous strain of waiting for the outcome of a loved one’s emergency surgery. It’s about the  need for connection over great distances, for a “stone constant” in the face of grave uncertainty. The poet’s voice is unsentimental and steady, and the poem, just seven lines, itself feels almost talismanic. (Art of Nursing is always free online—just click through to the PDF file.)

In Roger Davies’s poem “Preparing to Pretend to Knit at the Chemotherapy Clinic,” featured in October’s Art of Nursing, a husband also waits, feeling helpless. “I’ll choose the long, elegant needles,” he says, imagining homespun wools dyed in autumn colors. Recalling his mother’s “nonchalant / competence” at the craft, he longs for the solace found in knowing what to do—even if it’s only how to hold the needles. In the poem’s last lines, the narrator says, “I could look out the window / to this fading autumn day.” But it’s clear that he’s not quite ready to see that view yet.

The Waiting Room: Norma, copyright 2010 Rebecca Thomas

Rebecca Thomas’s painting “The Waiting Room: Norma,” featured in November, depicts the artist’s grandmother, who gazes out at us, her expression both yearning and fierce. She seems to lean forward slightly into a blurred foreground, much as one might lean into an unknown future. About her grandmother, Thomas writes:  “She lived through lymphoma. Her husband didn’t. Now, the cancer and my grandfather are gone from everywhere but her face in this moment—her ‘waiting face,’ right before the smile.”

We invite you to pause with these works for a few minutes and listen for what resonates within you. And if you’re interested in submitting your own work to Art of Nursing—we consider visual art, “flash” fiction, and poetry—email me for guidelines: sylvia[dot]foley[at]wolterskluwer.com.

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‘A Passing Shadow’: The Abiding Uncertainty of Cancer Survivorship

December 5, 2011

My husband and I wake into the narrow December dark. He brushes his teeth, dresses, then busies himself as I eat breakfast. His packed suitcase sits by the back door. It’s 5 AM, two days before Thanksgiving. At precisely 9 AM, the surgeon will remove my husband’s right kidney, the one he is 99% sure is cancerous.

That’s the start of “A Passing Shadow,” the December Reflections column in AJN. Written by Gail Lukasik, a poet and the author of several literary mysteries, this hopeful but tonally nuanced piece vividly evokes the uncertainty that all cancer survivors and their loved ones must live with. Click the link or the image above to read it in entirety.—JM, senior editor

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Autumn Leaves and Colorful Lives

November 14, 2011

By Julianna Paradisi, who normally blogs at JParadisi RN and has written for this blog before. Her artwork appeared on the cover of the October 2009 issue of AJN, and her essay, “The Wisdom of Nursery Rhymes,” was published in the February issue.

autumn leaves between sun halos and flashlight
by oedipusphinx—theJWDban via Flickr

The autumn leaves are particularly beautiful in Oregon this year. An arborist interviewed on the evening news attributed the extraordinary orange and gold to an unusually cold, wet spring, which lasted until July, followed by the intense heat and warm evenings of a brief Indian summer. According to the arborist, the combination caused a greater than normal amount of sugar in the leaves, resulting in the brilliant colors. I think about this on my morning run, as my feet scatter fallen leaves along the sidewalk.

The Season of Eating is, however, not the only messenger of the approaching holidays in a nursing unit. There is something about the holiday season that signals Death to harvest a higher than normal number of the patients we have grown to love through the course of their illnesses. Some of the deaths are expected, but not all of them. I don’t know why more people seem to lose their battles with illness around the holidays than at other times of year.

When I first began working in outpatient oncology, it took me by surprise that my coworkers gleaned the obituaries of our local paper, clipping the ones of our patients. I soon learned that sometimes this was the only way we nurses learned that one of these patients had died, since physicians’ offices don’t necessarily have a mechanism for notifying us.

I make it a point to read each of the obituaries I find pinned on a wall near the nurses’ desk. No matter how well I got to know a patient, their obituary always teaches me something I didn’t know about them: they made quilts for the needy, they formed a foundation for the education of underprivileged children, they were a war hero, an educator, a talented cook or gardener. The names of those they loved.

This fall, I hold a handful of newspaper clippings in my hands, as if they are a bouquet of dried autumn leaves. The obituaries tell the stories of people blessed by both rain and sun, who created lives of intense color.

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Military Metaphors, Unnecessary Admissions, New Blogs, Keeping Secrets

September 29, 2011

It’s a common scenario: a 90-year-old resident of a U.S. nursing home — call her Ms. B. — has moderately advanced Alzheimer’s disease, congestive heart failure with severe left-ventricular dysfunction, and chronic pain from degenerative joint disease. She develops a nonproductive cough and a fever of 100.4°F. The night nurse calls an on-call physician who is unfamiliar with Ms. B. Told that she has a cough and fever, the physician says to send her to the emergency room, where she’s found to have normal vital signs except for the low-grade fever, a normal basic-chemistry panel and white-cell count, but a possible infiltrate on chest x-ray. She is admitted to the hospital and treated with intravenous fluids and antibiotics. During her second night in the hospital, Ms. B. becomes confused and agitated, climbs out of bed, and falls, fracturing her hip. One week after admission, she is discharged back to the nursing home with coverage under the Medicare Part A benefit. The episode results in about $10,000 in Medicare expenditures, as well as discomfort and disability for Ms. B.

There is an alternative scenario, however . . .

That’s from an article in NEJM called “Reducing Unnecessary Hospitalizations of Nursing Home Residents.” In any health care system of as much complexity as ours, there’s bound to be a huge amount of waste. The article gives a good example of how the skills of NPs might be put to excellent use both saving a lot of money for Medicare and making the lives of nursing home residents a whole lot nicer. It may be cheaper, but it’s not “rationing”—it’s rational.

Now a matter of language rather than money: the Viewpoint essay by Kathleen Thies in the October issue of AJN is about the use of military language to refer to nursing staff. Here’s how it begins, and you can click the link to read the whole article, including the author’s suggestion for an alternative terminology. We’d love to know whether the author’s perspective resonates with you:

How often have you heard the term frontline staff used to refer to direct care nurses and others working at a patient’s bedside? It conjures images of the great world wars, of soldiers marching across battlefields to fight the enemy. The infantry are invariably young, dispensable, interchangeable. Commands are issued by generals and passed down through the ranks. No questions are asked.

Blog roll update: We’ve added some interesting new blogs to our blogroll (they’re not new blogs, actually, just new to our blogroll). A few of them are by MDs, such as The Carlat Psychiatry Blog and Movin’ Meat, and a couple of are by nurses, such as madness: tales of an emergency room nurse, which has a good short post about why it doesn’t always help to be a nurse when your family member is in the hospital (there have been a few posts on this topic lately in different venues, I think?). Also added: The Nursing Ethics Blog, which is run by two people, a nursing professor/ethicist and a philosopher. It should be interesting to explore.

As the editor of the Reflections column (and this blog), I read hundreds of submissions each year about dying patients, with a subgenre of submissions devoted to dying infants or miscarriages. Read the rest of this entry ?

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What One Thing Will Make Today Better for You?

September 12, 2011

As I entered Mr. Ricker’s room, I remembered that the night nurse had mentioned that his wife had been with him overnight. I knocked very lightly and opened the door a crack. The two of them were cuddled up closely in the bed.

“What One Thing Will Make Today Better for You?” That’s the title of the Reflections essay in the September issue of AJN, in case you thought a genie had materialized out of the steam from your afternoon coffee mug. A simple question, but one that author Susan Goff has used since the 1970s with her patients. Sometimes the answer is surprising—that is, sometimes we shouldn’t assume we know what patients want . . . or need. Sometimes, in the case of the patient she describes in this essay, there’s something that should trump NPO. We hope you’ll read the essay and let Susan know your thoughts in our comments section below.—JM, senior editor


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When Do You Know You’re Really a Nurse?

August 18, 2011

There’s an imaginary line that one crosses when becoming a nurse. This line divides the floundering nursing student from the confident and experienced nurse. After four months of nursing, I found myself wondering where it could be found so I could cross it. Everybody around me already accepted me as a bright and talented nurse, yet I had doubts. I could manage patient care assignments calmly and efficiently, but I sensed that nursing wasn’t as superficial as checking off items on a list. Sooner or later, I’d face a more complex situation, with no instructor nearby to give me confidence.

That’s the first paragraph of the August Reflections column, “The Letter,” which was written by Melanie Patterson, a mental health supervising RN at a hospital in the Pacific Northwest. It’s about making the extra effort for a patient who might otherwise have been forgotten in his isolation.

Was there a moment, an event, a time when you began to feel confident in whatever your nursing role might be?—JM, senior editor

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Thoughts After an INANE Editors Conference

August 16, 2011

By Shawn Kennedy, AJN editor-in-chief—I just returned from 10 days out of the office, a long time for me. The first three days were in San Francisco at the annual conference of the International Academy of Nursing Editors (or INANE), a group that steadfastly declares itself a non-organization, with no officers, no dues, and no bylaws.

Begun almost 30 years ago, the group depends on the goodwill of its 200+ members, who volunteer for Web site operation, take turns organizing the annual meeting, and contribute when needed to support small expenses like mailings, Web site fees, etc.

It’s simple and it works. This year’s conference covered things editors of nursing journals find interesting—copyright, impact factor, ethics, and the like (see INANE’s blog, From the Editor’s Pen—“Cherry Ames” blogged from the conference!), plus a lot of great networking. (Full disclosure: the conference was sponsored by the specialty nursing journals of Lippincott Williams & Wilkins, AJN’s publisher.)

I’m always struck by the breadth and variety of nursing knowledge among the members of this group—there’s everything from skin and wound care and infusion practices to broader topics like oncology and home health. (Not to mention a few broad-based journals, like AJN, that cover all of nursing.) The editors of these journals are passionate about meeting the needs of their readers—for some association journals, this means meeting members’ needs while also trying to gain nonmember readers. It might seem easy to figure out what those needs are, but it’s not. Read the rest of this entry ?

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Compassion for Those Among Us: Recent Poems in ‘Art of Nursing’

August 12, 2011

By Sylvia Foley, AJN senior editor

Faded rose texture, by Calsidyrose via Flickr

In Carolyn Scarbrough’s poem “A Rose By Any Other Name” (Art of Nursing, August), a nurse sees an “opaque rose, unfurling” on a CT scan of an infant’s brain. Recognizing this as “evidence of violent acts,” she knows the outcome will almost certainly be tragic. Yet when she looks from the scan to the exhausted young father, another memory shifts her thoughts from “trauma to love.” With each reading, this poem reveals more about the intertwining of outrage and compassion. (Art of Nursing is always free online—just click through to the PDF file.)

“I try / to meditate on emptiness, // receive the next lungful, ignore / my prattling mind,” says the narrator of Risa Denenberg’s poem “Three-Part Breath” (Art of Nursing, July). The poem’s title refers to a yoga breathing practice, one built on trust; as the yoga teacher says, “There will always be // another inhalation.” Read the rest of this entry ?

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Drunk on Water, Drug Shortages, Understanding Health Care News, Plus Nursing Blog Posts of Note

July 15, 2011

by LeeBrimelow/via Flickr

The water myth: A physician, writing in the British Medical Journal (abstract only), has looked at the evidence for drinking eight glasses of water a day and says the oft-recommended practice is “debunked nonsense,” a myth the bottled water companies have been only too happy to exploit and that many respected health care organizations and experts continue to support. Maybe common sense reasoning is also partly to blame—after all, the idea seems to make sense. And all that water certainly conjures images of purification, which is inevitably appealing in a world of pervasive toxins, chemicals, food additives, and the like, and in a time when fewer people in any given Western country practice the same or similar religious sacraments or rituals, practices that may—among other functions—have once served a similar “purifying” psychologic purpose.

Drug shortages: The Wall Street Journal Health Blog has reported on two surveys that suggest that “unprecedented” drug shortages are being experienced by most hospitals. The reasons are multiple: shortage rumors that prompt hoarding, FDA actions that halt production, lack of a crucial ingredient, poor inventory management, and others:

All treatment categories were affected, hospitals said, with 80% or more respondents experiencing shortages of surgery/anesthesia, emergency care, cardiovascular, gastrointestinal/nutrition, pain or infectious disease drugs. And 66% of hospitals reported shortages of cancer drugs. Some 47% of hospitals reported experiencing a shortage of at least one drug on a daily basis.

What the study really said: The following resource isn’t new, but with more and more people getting health care news from the Internet, network television, newspapers, or from TV personalities like Oprah and Dr. Oz, it’s more important than ever for us all, whether health care journalists or nurses, to know a bit more about judging the quality of the evidence out there for certain treatments, tests, and drugs. HealthNewsReview.org offers some excellent tools for understanding what’s true, possibly true, and a complete distortion of the facts, with short primers on everything from causation vs. association, absolute vs. relative risk, and phases of drug studies to commercialism and much more.

Nursing blog sampler: Emergiblog had a nice post about a week ago about the practical challenges involved in treating the increasing numbers of children whose parents are unable to control them (or, as she puts it, “kids seem to be the adults in some families”). For something on the light side, Nurse Ratched’s Place has a post called “Treadmills, Hot Guys, and Nurses.” The gist is that everyone needs a little motivation, whether in the gym or while working a long nursing shift, and maybe a little old-fashioned objectification is just the thing (but not, of course, underwritten or endorsed by AJN!). Notes of a Nurse-To-Be has a post (ok, a couple weeks old now) on the particular kind of mental fatigue she experienced during her first mental health rotation. Read the rest of this entry ?

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Giving Noise a Red Light

July 8, 2011

By Marcy Phipps, RN, whose essay, “The Soul on the Head of a Pin,” was published in the May 2010 issue of AJN. She’s a frequent writer  for this blog.

This stoplight noise meter showed up at the nurse’s station last week.

I have to admit—we didn’t take it too seriously, at first.

It looks like something you could buy in a novelty shop, shelved next to lava lamps and strobe lights. And it’s modifiable; buttons and dials on the back of the gadget allow not only for sensitivity adjustments, but also give the option of changing the type of alarm that sounds when a noise infraction is detected. The default alarm warning is a soft-spoken, female “quiet, please!” that can be translated into Spanish, French, or German—but there’s also an option for a shrill siren, which seems ridiculous, considering that much of the cacophony of critical care is owed to noisy alarms and ringing phones.

We even discovered how to record our own admonishments (which opened the door to countless mischievous possibilities . . . not that we’d indulge in that sort of thing, of course).

In seriousness, noise reduction is vital to promoting a healing environment. In a recent article in Critical Care Nurse, the links between sleep deprivation and altered physiologic processes specific to the critical care population are reviewed. Noise reduction guidelines and recommendations from both the World Health Organization and Joint Commission are also discussed.

Our unit already implements scheduled “quiet time”—blocks of time several hours long during which we dim the lights and try to minimize noise, activity, and procedures. We do our best to promote uninterrupted rest periods, but in a busy nursing unit with an open floor plan, it’s rarely really quiet. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep there.

In the midst of the pace and stressors of a typical day in critical care, we’re often preoccupied with issues that weigh more heavily on our minds than peace and quiet. On that note, and with service excellence and patient outcomes at the forefront of everything we do, a stoplight noise meter (although laughable, at first) serves its purpose well. It’s a good reminder of a high priority, even if it does look like a toy.

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