As you wander along the corridors of ward 74 in Auckland hospital you
notice lots of noticeboards hanging on the walls. A few of the noticeboards are
used for in-house notices, KPIs and survey results, but others are used to
display thank-you cards and letters. When I first saw these cards, I read a few,
and they were all filled with the same sentiment: heartfelt thanks and
appreciation for the care and consideration given to patients who had spent
time in the ward. At the time, I thought: “that’s nice” and wandered off.
As issues unfolded, I came to spend something
over three weeks in this ward, and as the days flowed, I was drawn back to
these cards They hang on the walls, largely unnoticed as members of the staff
go about their daily duties. Occasionally a visitor might pause and read one or
two, in all likelihood, simply out of curiosity. But, over time, and because of
my own experience, I came to realize that each of these cards represent a life-altering
event for someone.
When each person came to the ward it would have been with a high
degree of trepidation, a noticeable level of fear and some degree of confusion.
During the process of diagnosis, surgery and recovery these feelings would
diminish and be replaced with hope, understanding and an increasing level of well-being.
And, upon discharge, like me, each person would be overcome with a sense of
gratitude and thankfulness and be unable to adequately express these feelings
to the staff when leaving.
Week after week I was cared for by a group of people comprised of
medical and support staff while I walked a path to remove cancer from my body.
Now that I’m home I can look back along this path and recognize that my journey
would be impossible without the dedication and expertise of each and every
individual member of the staff working in Ward 74.
Every morning I was greeted with one of the smiling faces of the
ladies that brought me breakfast. I’m sure they didn’t realize the positive
impact they had on me, but their grace and demeanour would always chase away
the night’s shadows and, though I might not have been able to smile back on the
outside I was definitely smiling on the inside.
I am in awe of the kind and considerate ladies that use this cart.
Working quietly and unobtrusively in the background, going about their duties
with a quiet dignity, offering a smile and a kind word as they pass. I was
fortunate enough to get to know one of these ladies a little. Each morning she arrives
at the hospital in darkness and prepares herself for a day of cleaning up the
mess left behind by visitors, doctors and nurses, but most particularly, by
patients. Her preference is to work nights, but she forgoes this and works
through the day so she can get home to spend some time with her children. Without
exception she approaches and competes each task with good humour and a brisk
efficiency.
Because I was able to move about during the first two weeks of my stay,
and because I was in a four-bed ward, I witnessed a lot of the interactions
between patients and nurses. Without exception, every interaction was handled
with consideration, respect and efficiency. Looking back, I now realise that
each, and every, nurse has a fundamental, and largely unrecognised, need to
care for other people embedded in their personalities. This basic need to care
for others is now the cornerstone of the culture prevalent throughout this
ward.
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It’s one thing to foster a culture of care and attention for patients,
but the diverse group of individuals – comprised of more than ten different
ethnicities - that make up the nursing staff take this practice one step
further. They apply the same levels of care, consideration, respect and
cooperation to each other. Time after time I witnessed staff members helping
other staff members, not only when attending patients, but also with the
mundane. Whether changing a patient’s dressing or changing a bed; fetching an
extra blanket for a patient or refilling a linen cupboard; restocking the
dressing drawers or simply getting a paper bag to hang off a meal table – if
there is a need, the person on the spot will simply do it. Moreover, there is
always a smile and a kind word to go with it. These people are simply, amazing.
How do you thank people such as these?
I don’t know.
But, one thing I do know: I will never take these people for granted –
ever again. I simply feel humbled that I’ve been allowed a glimpse into their
world and I will be eternally grateful for the professionalism, knowledge,
friendship and care given to me during my time in Ward 74.
Beautifully written Chris - it is so easy to take things and people for granted in this busy world we live in.
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DeleteWell said and all the best with your recovery Chris.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brent.
DeleteBeautiful post. I hope they read it
ReplyDeleteApparently the Charge Nurse has emailed it to all staff.
DeleteThank you Chris. The nursing staff are amazing. I echo your sentiments. Something about the way they are trained gives them an extraordinary set of values.
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