The Shift By Theresa Brown
A Manhattan doctor once told me that if she ever has a personal medical emergency that requires hospitalization, she will call a car service and ask the driver to take her to Boston. New York and Boston both have superb physicians as well as teaching hospitals that offer cutting-edge care, she said, but Boston has a leg up in one vital respect: nursing. Patient outcomes are closely tied to the quality of the nursing care they receive, and in this physician鈥檚 view, Boston nurses are the best.
I thought of this story while reading 鈥淭he Shift,鈥� Theresa Brown鈥檚 memoir of a day in the life of a registered nurse on a cancer ward in an unnamed hospital in Pittsburgh. 鈥淭he Shift鈥� takes an intimate look at the practice of modern medicine from the point of view of a professional on duty at the patient鈥檚 bedside. It鈥檚 an engrossing human drama composed of interlocking stories of patients and their families, doctors and nurses, aides, chaplains, social workers, and others who take care of sick people in a modern-day hospital.
鈥淭he Shift鈥� is one nurse鈥檚 story, but it contains elements of every nurse鈥檚 experience. 鈥淎 shift lasts twelve hours,鈥� Ms. Brown writes. 鈥淭welve hours of holding a few lives in my hands, trying to make order out of the chaos of bodies and disease, working within a health care system that sometimes forgets it exists to serve human beings rather than bureaucrats or businessmen.鈥�
On this particular shift, Ms. Brown has four patients under her care. First is Dorothy, who has been on the ward for six weeks. Her leukemia is now in remission, and she may finally go home. Saying good-bye to a patient who is cured is one of the highest satisfactions of her job, Ms. Brown writes. 鈥淎n oncology nurse鈥檚 favorite words to a patient are, 鈥業 hope I never see you here again.鈥� 鈥�
Then there鈥檚 Mr. Hampton, an elderly man with lymphoma to whom Ms. Brown must administer a powerful drug that has the potential to cure鈥攐r kill鈥攈im. In one of the book鈥檚 emotional passages, she describes how she sets aside all the other demands on her time and spends an hour with her patient, watching and waiting to see how he reacts to the toxic drug. It鈥檚 a measure of Ms. Brown鈥檚 writing skill that I felt I was there in the room with Mr. Hampton, holding his hand and holding my own breath as I waited to see whether he would make it.
Ms. Brown blames herself in part for what turns out to be the dangerous misdiagnosis of her third patient. Sheila has a rare blood-clotting disorder鈥攖he reason for her admission to the hospital鈥攂ut it turns out that she also has an abdominal perforation, a potentially deadly condition. 鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 I see this coming? Why didn鈥檛 I know?鈥� Ms. Brown asks herself. 鈥淎 good nurse has intuition; I believe that. I listened to Sheila鈥檚 belly, but obviously I should have listened harder, better, thought more about what I was doing.鈥� Modern medical care is highly specialized, and Sheila鈥檚 complicated health problems highlight the challenge of diagnosing and treating cross-disciplinary cases. Ms. Brown, an oncology nurse, missed the telltale signs of Sheila鈥檚 abdominal problem.
The fourth patient is Candace, who is about to undergo a bone-marrow transplant. Candace has spent time on Ms. Brown鈥檚 ward before, and she is no one鈥檚 favorite patient. She demands attention and gives the impression that she doesn鈥檛 fully trust her nurse or anyone else involved in her care. The first thing she does upon admission is to clean her room and everything in it with Clorox wipes.
鈥淭aking care of her usually feels like an emotional chess game,鈥� Ms. Brown confesses. At the same time, she admires Candace鈥檚 determination to stay in control of her care and her environment. Bacteria in an imperfectly cleaned hospital room have the potential to kill a cancer patient, whose immune system is severely weakened. Candace鈥檚 sometimes annoying insistence on cleanliness could save her life.
Patient care is the heart and soul of nursing, and Ms. Brown鈥檚 interactions with her patients are the central focus of 鈥淭he Shift.鈥� But she also offers numerous observations about the myriad鈥攕ometimes overwhelming鈥攂ureaucratic challenges of the job. One is 鈥渃harting,鈥� the time-consuming requirement to document electronically every detail of her patients鈥� care.
A nurse can spend more time looking at the computer screen than into the eyes of her patients. 鈥淭hese days, charting pulls nurses away from the bedside more and more,鈥� she writes. Nurses can鈥檛 be in two places at once, and they sometimes find themselves in the no-win situation of having to choose between spending time with their patients and recording the required data at the specified intervals.
Halfway through 鈥淭he Shift,鈥� Ms. Brown reflects on a nurse鈥檚 duties to deliver bad news and help her patients accept it. 鈥淭here鈥檚 nothing easy about helping someone start the journey from life to death,鈥� she writes. She recalls listening to a patient who had just learned that his treatment had failed and that he was going to die. The patient 鈥渨as in the impossible position of standing on a train track waiting for the train he knew would eventually run him down.鈥� She, his nurse, 鈥渨as there silently listening as he tried, by talking, to turn his pain into a story he could accept.鈥�
Sometimes the best service a nurse can offer is to sit with a patient and listen. But that takes time, something that is a rare commodity for nurses on front-line duty in hospitals. Our health-care system prolongs the lives of cancer patients who not so long ago would not have had a chance of survival. But, as we see in 鈥淭he Shift,鈥� it can give short shrift to an essential feature of good nursing: compassion.