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	<title>Comments on: The Sound I&#8217;ll Never Get Used To</title>
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		<title>By: Lana Gavin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lana Gavin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 00:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so sorry for eavesdropping on your site, but this particular post is very close to my heart.  My life partner of 19 years felt very ill one night and we brought him to the ER.  They thought it was kidney stones.  The next morning they diagnosed a dissected abdominal aneurysm.  They said he&#039;d be fine if they could control his BP.  To make a long (not so long) story short, the aneurysm went to his heart that evening and he died suddenly.  I am not a person who shows emotion in public, but I just couldn&#039;t contain myself.  I was literally screaming in the hallway.  My daughter was just coming in and that&#039;s her first sight.  They had to get a wheelchair for me cause I couldn&#039;t stand up to go in and see him.  I&#039;ll never forget it.  Thank you for your stories.  It makes me feel some comfort somehow to read them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so sorry for eavesdropping on your site, but this particular post is very close to my heart.  My life partner of 19 years felt very ill one night and we brought him to the ER.  They thought it was kidney stones.  The next morning they diagnosed a dissected abdominal aneurysm.  They said he&#8217;d be fine if they could control his BP.  To make a long (not so long) story short, the aneurysm went to his heart that evening and he died suddenly.  I am not a person who shows emotion in public, but I just couldn&#8217;t contain myself.  I was literally screaming in the hallway.  My daughter was just coming in and that&#8217;s her first sight.  They had to get a wheelchair for me cause I couldn&#8217;t stand up to go in and see him.  I&#8217;ll never forget it.  Thank you for your stories.  It makes me feel some comfort somehow to read them.</p>
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		<title>By: DavidP</title>
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		<dc:creator>DavidP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 06:37:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, this is in fact the worse sound that one could ever here on a regular basis.  Working as a Student Nurse on clinical, a Hospital Aide at home, on my breaks, and a Patient Safety Representative while at school I have endured the pain one feels when hearing the weep of family members of clients who are critically ill.  This is a pain of empathy, a pain that should never go away even though you have felt it too many times.  It is because of this pain that I am planning on going into oncology and/or palliative care nursing; it is a pain that can be healed; to be at the family’s side and offer yourself to them is, by far, the most powerful feeling one can ever feel.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, this is in fact the worse sound that one could ever here on a regular basis.  Working as a Student Nurse on clinical, a Hospital Aide at home, on my breaks, and a Patient Safety Representative while at school I have endured the pain one feels when hearing the weep of family members of clients who are critically ill.  This is a pain of empathy, a pain that should never go away even though you have felt it too many times.  It is because of this pain that I am planning on going into oncology and/or palliative care nursing; it is a pain that can be healed; to be at the family’s side and offer yourself to them is, by far, the most powerful feeling one can ever feel.</p>
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		<title>By: frankie</title>
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		<dc:creator>frankie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 02:51:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ahhh, those sounds... i worked in a nursing home ...

made me go into ministry...

good post</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ahhh, those sounds&#8230; i worked in a nursing home &#8230;</p>
<p>made me go into ministry&#8230;</p>
<p>good post</p>
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		<title>By: Walter</title>
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		<dc:creator>Walter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 19:24:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are so right. I don&#039;t hear alarms in my sleep. The sobs of a crushed human spirit haunt me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are so right. I don&#8217;t hear alarms in my sleep. The sobs of a crushed human spirit haunt me.</p>
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		<title>By: Crocuta</title>
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		<dc:creator>Crocuta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:17:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh - you are so right.  I just had this the other night in the ER.  For us, the sound of ultimate suffering came from a mother who just found out her not-even-21 only daughter was gone.  No amount of heroic effort by the EMT&#039;s and the ER nurses and docs could fix it.  She lost it right in front of the nurses station on a night packed to the gills.  We went around shutting doors to try and contain it, and you could see it on every other patient&#039;s face as we apologized and shut their doors.  No one felt the need to ask what was happening.  They already knew.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh &#8211; you are so right.  I just had this the other night in the ER.  For us, the sound of ultimate suffering came from a mother who just found out her not-even-21 only daughter was gone.  No amount of heroic effort by the EMT&#8217;s and the ER nurses and docs could fix it.  She lost it right in front of the nurses station on a night packed to the gills.  We went around shutting doors to try and contain it, and you could see it on every other patient&#8217;s face as we apologized and shut their doors.  No one felt the need to ask what was happening.  They already knew.</p>
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