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Perspective on Death is a Good Thing to Gain

A young doctor learns three lessons about living and dying
October 5th, 2022

By Dr. Pamela Prince Pyle

If you’ve ever suffered the throes of grief, the idea of anything good coming from death seems cruel.  Entertaining the idea feels impossible.  That is normal.  It takes time and distance to get a broader, more accurate perspective.  It’s worth the trouble to gain it because getting a fresh perspective on death can help you both to endure it, and to live a more meaningful life.

As a doctor who serves the terminally ill, I have witnessed patients receive a grim diagnosis and then fight a brave, but losing, battle against illness.  I have seen loved ones huddle in hospital emergency rooms following an accident to wait nervously for good news that never came.  I have sat with patients, couples and entire families as they wrestled with end-of-life decisions.

I have also worked with sick patients in Rwanda, a country torn apart by genocide and affected deeply by the impact of the early AIDS crisis.  Your perspective on death changes through these experiences.

My first lesson: Nobility

The first patient I cared for who died was traumatic for me as a young doctor.  I can still picture the medical ward in which he lay.  He had been placed somewhat close to the nurse’s station, positioned centrally in the ward because he was a special case who required special care.

As I cared for him that first month, his shrinking body took up less and less of the bed.  Each morning, I would make my first set of rounds alone, walking from bed to bed, taking notes as I went.  When I would reach his bed, I would gently touch his bony shoulder to rouse him from sleep.  He would always have a greeting.  He was a generous man, kind and ingratiating even as he suffered a slow death.

When he looked worse than usual one day, I asked my resident if we could do a lumbar puncture to rule out meningitis.  When the answer was “yes,” my heart skipped a beat.  I had never done one.

Please don’t let me hurt him! I whispered as I gathered materials from the supply closet.  He watched as I prepared.  With medication, his fever had dipped, and his eyes were a little brighter. He looked at me and said, “I trust you.”

The man’s quiet strength humbled me, shamed my selfish thoughts, and ultimately changed me.  He taught me that no matter what, I have to choose my patients over myself, every single time.  He was showing and teaching me what true nobility looks like.      

My next lesson: Humility and empathy

The procedure went without incident, but later that day his fever returned, and he began to have difficulty breathing.  The last thing I did before the end of my shift was to walk alongside him as we moved him to the Intensive Care Unit.  A swarm of ICU nurses and doctors took over, and I watched in fear, not for myself but for this tiny slip of a man who had taught me so much.

The next morning, I rose earlier than normal.  Upon arriving at the hospital, I went straight to the ICU.  Peeking into my patient’s room I saw a freshly made bed.  The room was empty and still, free from all of the chaos that had been swirling there only a few hours before.

He didn’t make it.  My first death… my first death!  Sorrow overwhelmed me.  I failed him. I failed! What could I have done differently or faster?  Was I somehow responsible?  Was there any good in that?

I learned through him that serving someone with humility and empathy is its own reward and the only bulwark against the pain and guilt that weighs on the heart after someone departs.

My third lesson:  Death

That patient’s death affected me in profound ways.  He taught me important lessons that made me a better doctor and human.  Since then, I have accumulated more lessons on death and dying:

  • I learned through working with the terminally ill that patients usually die the same way people go bankrupt—gradually, then suddenly.
  • I learned that physical touch with compassion and empathy matters deeply.
  • I learned through working with AIDS patients that shame should never be attached to a disease.
  • I learned that strength of soul matters more than strength of body.
  • I learned that the only way to avoid deaths weighing on my heart, some with the spectacular weight of monuments to failure, is to know that I cared for that individual with all my heart, soul and mind—I mean, really cared.

I’d like to think that my first patient somehow knows the enormous impact he had on me as a young doctor—and the ripple effect his life has had on so many others I’ve cared for.  Because he was a generous man, knowing this would make him break into a big smile.

And that’s the biggest lesson of all.

(Dr. Pamela Prince Pyle is a South Carolina Board Certified Internal Medicine Physician practicing in acute care and author on topics related to Living with the End in Mind. Contact her at www.drpamela.com.)


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