This is the next in a series of posts by recipients of the Career Services Summer Funding Grant. We’ve asked funding recipients to reflect on their summer experiences and talk about the industries in which they’ve been spending their summer. You can read the entire series here.
This final entry for 2016 is by Ian McCurry, NUR ’17
The family and I said a prayer. They gathered their belongings while each person took a turn to sweep Stephen’s long brown hair off of his forehead, kissing him goodbye. I watched them walk off the Intensive Care Unit and out into a world without Stephen. In that moment it began to sink in, Stephen was gone.
I met Stephen a month and a half ago as I was settling into my summer of becoming a chaplain. Things had gone wrong in his surgery and he was medically weak. I listened to the care team present his clinical case the first day I met him. This was the part that I was ready for; my Penn Nursing education had prepared me to derive the medical picture of a patient from the quick set of lab values and physical exam observations. Stephen’s picture was bleak.
What I wasn’t prepared for, and I was frankly blown away by, was how deeply a hospital chaplain learns to care. I saw Stephen and his family every day during that month and a half. I grew to care for him, I grew to hurt for him. As his condition deteriorated he became unable to speak to us; instead I spent my time talking with his family. I spent my days feeling their pain, listening to their stories, walking with them through their fears about the end of Stephen’s life.
I was there until the last breath that Stephen took. The honor and joy of being a hospital chaplain is being able to become a family’s “Angel of Death”.
When most people think of the Angel of Death they picture a looming figure, cloaked in dark black robes. They picture them as the enemy who has come to take their loved one away. This summer inverted that conception for me.
I had the chance to step into this role, to guide these families through losing their loved ones, to answer their phone calls at 3 in the morning, always assuring them I would be there as soon as possible. I had the chance to be their Angel of Death. I walked with them and their loved ones every step of the way. From receiving the first round of bad news until the very last moment, I was present. This is an honor and a privilege that I am grateful for each and every day. I had the chance to make a difference; I had the chance to be a part of these families’ story.
As I move back into my nursing career I know that the care I provide will never be the same. Penn Nursing taught me to provide the most knowledgeable, safe patient care possible. My summer as an intern with the Department of Pastoral Care at HUP taught me that this patient care is incomplete without deep, unguarded compassion. I am endlessly grateful to everyone who made this summer possible for me.
(*Patient name and identifying information has been changed to protect privacy.)