STAT July 13, 2023
“Code yellow!” someone screamed.
I dipped in and out of consciousness, in and out of panic.
Eighteen years as a nurse myself and I knew one thing for sure: It was a burst ectopic. The fetus was not viable. I had lost a lot of blood.
I could die.
As I contemplated the possibility of never waking up after surgery, my nurse leaned in close, took my hand, and said, “It’s OK. I’m here and you’re going to be OK.”
Another sad thought then occurred to me: It had been years since I’d been able to offer that kind of compassionate care to one of my own patients. I was so burned out that, when my nurse reached for my...
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