Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 July 2010

geriatric, older, elderly?

There has been this concept that’s grown up over the last few years of advocacy..

I think its awful this age definition we’ve had, that’s happened right through my life… In my early years there was no concept of a teenager.. People are labelled entirely by their age.

We have the word geriatrics’, but older people are stigmatised, so we look for another one: care of the elderly, care of older people? Older? It starts with the Patient, the categorisation, you might as well say the prisoner when you talk about the patient, because for health and safety and legal reasons, as soon as you are admitted, your physical movements are constrained- you can’t go out.

extract from interview with Alison Creed, Retired

Monday, 10 May 2010

Interview with Ian Clark, Healthcare Assistant

Cherry Tree Hospital, Stockport



Every morning I come in – and I’m the first person the patients see. I try to make sure it’s a friendly start. I’d hate to be woken with someone giving orders: “Wake up! Get showered!” People are poorly, frail, elderly, sometimes they’re forgetful, sometimes they’re not good at speaking… I always say: “I’ll give you 5-10 minutes to wake yourself.” It makes all the difference, a big smile, the expression on a face.


I ask them how they’re doing and I also check with the other staff to see how the patient is. Certain patients never get a good night’s sleep, they only sleep well in their own room. Here they’re out of their house, out of their routine, it’s totally alien.


Whatever help I give to patients, I ask myself first, “Would I like this situation?” I put myself in their shoes, it’s commonsense. People here are frail and you’ve got to support them all the time, keep asking them if they’re OK. My last shift was 12 hours and it was difficult, it drains you, all the little things. But you’ve got to give everyone the same care, it’s what they deserve. I think of my mum and dad and I hope they’d get good care. I hope someone looks after me when I’m in that situation.


From a patient’s point-of-view, hospital can be very frustrating. They’re hanging on for someone to take them to the toilet, for instance. It’s humbling. They might get in a mood and it can last all day. To change from independence to asking permission is confusing for people. Yes, some independence is lost, but we’re actually trying to help. Some folks look at us as if we’re the enemy and I have to reassure them WE ARE HERE FOR YOU.


Who copes best? Patients who have visitors seem better; they have something to talk about. Those who don’t get visits – well, it must feel heart-breaking, it’s going to play on the mind. A man here, he gets irate seeing others having visits. It’s doubly isolating because he won’t speak about it to us. If I’ve got a spare 10 minutes, I take people outside into the hospital gardens.

At the end of the day, it’s good to see them tucked up and safe. You can tell they’re happy and content. I can go home without worrying about them, knowing I’ve done a good job. Then if the patient’s better and they get back their own lives – all that effort and patience was worth it in the end.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Palliative Care


Sister Debbie Smith interviewed

by Philip Davenport, at Bluebell Ward, The Meadows, Stockport, 2009.


Palliative is a very broad word: looking after someone when there is no longer a cure. Anything from two years to two days, a whole range. Palliation is based on care not cure – symptom control to let someone have the best quality of life. To me, it’s searching for the real person, trying to give them control of what’s happening. Their life is coming to an end. They need control if they know what’s happening and need to be given choices; if they don’t know it’s even more complex.


I chose to do this work 15 years ago. A holistic approach is the core - psychological, physical, spiritual – that’s the crux. People are not just a bag of symptoms or tests. Plus, they sit within a family and you talk about it all with an appropriate family member too.


What is a good death experience? In whose eyes, mine or the patient’s? You can make death appear comfy, distress-free, with drugs. But you can also go through this talking. It’s the patient’s experience, it’s their’s, their control. Yes there is such a thing as a good death, listen to what the patient wants. Perhaps my patient wants to go home. It’s not what I would want, but it’s good for him. His decision, his good death experience. Most people die in hospital, but they actually want to die at home and we should support that, recognise it. But the support needs to be there, the family need to be able to cope, or else it won’t be a good death because the family are left with the pain.


Giving a frame to the end of life, a plan of what to do. Providing for all sorts of needs. The end of life tools are important, planning is important. Liverpool Care Pathway is very good example. This area is improving all the time, money is going into it, people recognise it as an important part of care. We’ve all got to die.


This area is our speciality, this thin line between palliative care and long-term care, where you can still correct the correctable. We don’t think, “Oh they’ve gone palliative, we can’t treat them.” But we won’t go to the extremes of care they will in acute. Most people who come here have already gone through that system. We won’t go to the aggressive end of treatment because it’s upsetting to no good result. If someone’s got terminal cancer, say, we give comfort not cure.


It all depends on the patient. Often they don’t know they’re at the end of life, or they might not want to talk about it and you have to honour that. You reflect back, the patient takes the lead and you reflect back. They only go as far as they want, it’s very gentle. Are you the kind of person who likes all the details at once, or do you like a little, bit by bit? Most say the second. Explanation and listening are key. It’s the same with the relatives: “What do you know?” They might be anxious, frightened. They might not have been told much. Might’ve been told there’s more hope than there is. We actually have to tell the truth: “Your mum’s only got a few days.”


It’s definitely a journey, could’ve been going on for years. Many have had surgery, relapse, treatment, relapse, surgery, relapse. Then suddenly it all stops. We can only manage symptoms. Some people are very accepting, they don’t like it but they accept. Some people ask you to end it. Most talk openly to us about it, but they’re a bit more guarded with the families because they don’t want to upset them. We work closely with chaplains, volunteers, consultants – it’s a team effort. The staff can get upset too and we support each other.


We get sent ‘symptoms’ and we give them back their life for a time. We give them quality. They might have a few days when they can appreciate their family, their memories, their time. It depends on how you look on things; my cup is half full. At the end of life there’s a lot we can do. If it’s your last week of life and you sit out there with a cigarette and a beer, or you get to see your dog, you have a better life for that time.


It’s not all doom-gloom, we have a lot of fun here, a great atmosphere. There’s a man in here right now interested in perpetual motion and his wife’s brought all his stuff in, bolts and screws all over the floor. I don’t mind. People bring in takeaways. We had a bellydancer and one chap, his eyes nearly fell out of his head.


Communication keeps it all together. And it’s not what you say, but how. And it’s even more important what the patients say to you. Or what they don’t say; body language. Very often they lose eye contact if they’re scared. It’s opening a can of worms, but I always step in and talk about it.


Who copes? People who have had adversity – for instance, chaps in the war – people who have dealt with that cope. They seem to be more accepting. Sometimes people with a faith cope better. But beyond that, who can generalise? You’ve not dealt with this before, there’s no set rule. People who are well-informed and up to speed handle things better – they have control. If they can advance plan, they still feel it’s their life. People who have been kidded along or misled can’t get beyond anger and the whole thing is difficult to accept. More informed people have less damaging emotions to get over. Same with relatives, they don’t need to go through some collusion where no one talks about it, it’s more open.


There are myths about palliative care, that it must be miserable. It’s not, it’s an honour, a privilege. We have a lot of laughs, when it’s appropriate. I hope someone will be there for me like this, at the end of my life. There are a lot of myths about death itself, people think it’s scary, sinister, because we are a death-denying society. It’s denied, behind closed medical doors. People paint black pictures, but I think it’s becoming more open.


The right to die. I’m a member of Dignity – I think if you have an incurable illness, I think you should have a right to choose. Shouldn’t have to go to Switzerland or wherever. Also, that a family won’t get prosecuted. In Holland it’s physician assisted, in Switzerland people pick up the pill itself. But palliative care dying will create far less stress symptoms; someone can die with dignity if its done well, properly.


What have I learnt from all this? Can’t put it into words. What people have shown me is the fantastic dimensions to the human spirit. People never, ever cease to amaze me. It is a privilege to be there at someone’s death, and to do it properly you have got to give of yourself. It’s important to get it right. You only get one chance to do it right, or it stays with the relatives. Because the memory of those who have died lives on in us who are alive.













Tuesday, 23 March 2010

be patient




many patients
aren’t patient
if there’s waiting to be done
take your turn at

patience
nurses can’t give
everyone time
undivided

the vale of years turns
take turns to be patient, wiser
the main answer
what wound healed but by

patience visits
sits quiet with my own thoughts
I call myself
a quiet person

was a dressmaker
if a stitch went wrong
I set it right
in two words, two small words

Margaret Hargreaves

October 2009

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

patient quotes


We're putting the finishing touches to our end of year report at the moment, here are some examples of quotes from the hospitals used in the report....


“If someone like you gives a bit of hello, it gets the day going on nicer… One thing leads to another with people, they’ve all a little tale to tell. They’re lonely. Time that’s the stumble-block. Do a bit of chit-chat in between and it brings things on a little.” Grace Smith


“People are substantially the same and culture is our local expression.” Louis Marks


“A book of hospital poetry (describing patients’ experiences)? I think the product would be of immense use to patients and doctors… to focus on something of this kind where arts and health are breaking out into new ground is fantastic.” (Dr Steve Watkins)


“Nice pictures, poems, stories from others - Yes! Useful for people who are just coming into hospital… What to expect if there’s a downfall and how to accept it before the up-fall comes.” (Doreen Jones)


“Poems and all – they help people. Sharing personal experience of people helps others.” (Marjorie Rayner)


“This is a miracle.” (Joyce Mack)

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

parachute landing in jungle terrain



I’ve seen me whack
done me jumps
floating down Egypt Cyprus Malaya

that tattoo says in memory of Mitch
killed in Malay jungles
a tattoo that hurt me
I’ve killed and I’m not proud of it
(or they’d kill you
prisoner of war – whatcha gonna do?)

ever tried to pack a parachute?
bloody handfuls
like trying to get a bed into a pillow

they won’t let me out of here
told me straight I’m not for getting out
driven to die
very very very very
bored in the brain
so bored it’s ridiculous
bored to the ears

these wards are in lost time

landing in jungle terrain
we laugh
butterflies

what’ll we do after the war?
lost a lot of weight
don’t know if I’ll get a visitor
my wife died and I didn’t go to the funeral
I’d jump
to go as I want
even prisoners are allowed to
walk to the great door

parachute regiment I’d jump again tomorrow
you worry til it cracks out
cracks out open and you’re floating

down
down
down

Albert Burrows
Cherry Tree
2007

Monday, 1 March 2010

football



stanley matthews georgie best nobby stiles sammy much roger byrnes busby babes in packs in a set players 10 or 20 cigarettes on the back their age height history wifeswaps then in germany in munich early morn the takeoff

I do as best I can I do the journey from here to there is no different to any other journey more’s the difficulty is keeping your friends cos you cant get out the wheelchair

known as the munich crash the ground frosted fog photos of them on the runway matt busby sandy busby the son (good at spending money) when they emerged the babes were near unbeatable on £15 a week put edwards on he could cream the lot dog them clobber them sort em out

you cant get out the wheelchair and start getting angry telling the fellow where you want to go well lets say it does make you feel you’re not getting anywhere it’s just a question of administration

stanley matthews turned up at 8 in the morning running barefoot feels free blackpool sands (soak your feet in cold water you’ll walk a million miles) georgie best kidded the goalie banged it a brilliant shot but he done himself in daily brandy-soaked

you feel limited in the weight of this you’re not designing the journey the other person is I was an apprentice pro blackpool fc loved every minute gave back every penny

the footballs were heavier then leather soaked in rain describe a great god the best he was a tippler of everything two or three wives he had so many women over the weekend hundreds seen him train in the park a dangerous man a danger

you’ve got to be determined to stay alive otherwise this world will see you off falling into chaos somebody needs to mop the world up nurse sort the ends out I’m sat in a chair thinking literature I cant express

re-match: duncan edward he was only 19 in munich on the runway play was awhile ago you’ll hear them you’ll hear them a mile away no problem just a trick of the foot.

Allan Whittaker, Frank Wigley

Cherry Tree Hospital

2007

Friday, 12 June 2009

curtailed





spring starts its inspiration
we are locked up in hospital
we are cooped up canaries in submarines
people go potty in submarineslack of green

we are Birdman of Alcatraz
we are four square walls
looking out over the bay
watching others’ enjoyment
(me, I’m keen on the birds)
trees ring a hospital, an industrial estate
we are dead loss
green is the motivator to go
stifled in a wheelchair
raise your sight, your expectation

hides
behind
wraps us all in cotton wool
like the brontes we must
break out of the parsonage
we are pyjamas all day
we are institutional
lack of freedom to choose, lack of freedomto choose - when you’ve lost choice
you’ve lost.

Raymond West
11 June 2009


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