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	<title>Comments on: i shared a HEART at Pulse Uniform</title>
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		<title>By: mecheil</title>
		<link>http://www.scrubpoint.com/2010/01/14/i-shared-a-heart-at-pulse-uniform/comment-page-1/#comment-8914</link>
		<dc:creator>mecheil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 08:14:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You can always cherish the undying memory of that little angel... And by sharing the angel story and reminiscing how the simple &quot;it is OK,&quot; you&#039;ll be more motivated to do your best to help patients. Thanks for sharing a heart Mary! </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You can always cherish the undying memory of that little angel&#8230; And by sharing the angel story and reminiscing how the simple &quot;it is OK,&quot; you&#039;ll be more motivated to do your best to help patients. Thanks for sharing a heart Mary!</p>
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		<title>By: mecheil</title>
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		<dc:creator>mecheil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 08:08:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing a heart Shaharazad! Children are really a natural source of unexplainable joy. With many children around, we are sure that you&#039;ll enjoy your profession more. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing a heart Shaharazad! Children are really a natural source of unexplainable joy. With many children around, we are sure that you&#039;ll enjoy your profession more.</p>
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		<title>By: teg</title>
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		<dc:creator>teg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The image of Kathleen towards the end of her life as I sat with her in her home holding her hand is burned in my mind almost a decade later. I wasn&#039;t able to save her but she changed my life and now I know why I do what I do. It&#039;s not about the day to day &quot;work&#039; we do, its about them, the relationships we build, the lives we touch, and the lives that touch us. I have been through similar scenarios many times since, both with lives lost and lives saved. I have been to funerals and have been to celebrations. I have watched surviving family members cope with loss and put their lives back together and find love again.  
 
I am happy now to be what I am - days that I am overwhelmed and under staffed I look back to Kathleen.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The image of Kathleen towards the end of her life as I sat with her in her home holding her hand is burned in my mind almost a decade later. I wasn&#039;t able to save her but she changed my life and now I know why I do what I do. It&#039;s not about the day to day &quot;work&#039; we do, its about them, the relationships we build, the lives we touch, and the lives that touch us. I have been through similar scenarios many times since, both with lives lost and lives saved. I have been to funerals and have been to celebrations. I have watched surviving family members cope with loss and put their lives back together and find love again.  </p>
<p>I am happy now to be what I am &#8211; days that I am overwhelmed and under staffed I look back to Kathleen.</p>
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		<title>By: teg</title>
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		<dc:creator>teg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:24:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>  In the following months she had surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. I was out Christmas shopping one evening and there she was with her family. I went on with my shopping and she rushed over to me and introduced me to her son as &quot;the doctor that saved her life.&quot;  I was quite surprised and didn&#039;t know what to say, I never thought I would ever hear those words uttered about me.  
She followed up with me regularly and we happily watched her CA125 levels fall closer and closer to zero. But one day, her levels in the low double digits started to rise rapidly - doubling. She quickly followed with her oncologist and the news was very bad, she was going to die.  
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the following months she had surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. I was out Christmas shopping one evening and there she was with her family. I went on with my shopping and she rushed over to me and introduced me to her son as &quot;the doctor that saved her life.&quot;  I was quite surprised and didn&#039;t know what to say, I never thought I would ever hear those words uttered about me.<br />
She followed up with me regularly and we happily watched her CA125 levels fall closer and closer to zero. But one day, her levels in the low double digits started to rise rapidly &#8211; doubling. She quickly followed with her oncologist and the news was very bad, she was going to die.</p>
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		<title>By: teg</title>
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		<dc:creator>teg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s when I met Kathleen. She was a pleasant 51 year-old female that presented at the end of my clinic one day complaining of 2 weeks of &quot;bloating&quot; but otherwise felt fine. After a quick history, I started my physical exam - admittingly thinking about my departure that would surely start soon. Upon starting the abdominal exam an eerie feeling came over me and soon my whole life would change.  
Spending hours with STAT ultrasounds, CT scans and labs the results were in - she had ovarian cancer. Several more minutes were spent discussing her results and options and arrangements were made with GYN oncologist that evening for the following days and my day was finally done. As I walked down the dark deserted hallways and to the lone car in the parking lot I wondered what more I could have done. Continued 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#039;s when I met Kathleen. She was a pleasant 51 year-old female that presented at the end of my clinic one day complaining of 2 weeks of &quot;bloating&quot; but otherwise felt fine. After a quick history, I started my physical exam &#8211; admittingly thinking about my departure that would surely start soon. Upon starting the abdominal exam an eerie feeling came over me and soon my whole life would change.<br />
Spending hours with STAT ultrasounds, CT scans and labs the results were in &#8211; she had ovarian cancer. Several more minutes were spent discussing her results and options and arrangements were made with GYN oncologist that evening for the following days and my day was finally done. As I walked down the dark deserted hallways and to the lone car in the parking lot I wondered what more I could have done. Continued</p>
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		<title>By: Teg</title>
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		<dc:creator>Teg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:22:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hello. I am a physician assistant in the Air Force. Transitioning from construction to this career in 2001, I found it difficult to find any sense of accomplishment or satisfaction for a long time. Prior to this - the results of my labor were physically evident and easy to see. Now - no matter how much time I spent working - there was the same amount and more the next day and it seemed to never end.  Continued </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello. I am a physician assistant in the Air Force. Transitioning from construction to this career in 2001, I found it difficult to find any sense of accomplishment or satisfaction for a long time. Prior to this &#8211; the results of my labor were physically evident and easy to see. Now &#8211; no matter how much time I spent working &#8211; there was the same amount and more the next day and it seemed to never end.  Continued</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 20:32:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, I am an RN working in FL since 3yrs, and I migrated from India. When I reached US everything sounded strange for me and I used to hide my  tears while doing my orientation, and here was a little angel who would come and share my tears, saying&quot; It is Ok, you will learn everything, and you will be a great nurse&quot; Here I am now considered as one of the best nurse in the unit . But I lost my little angel friend forever to cancer. It was so soon I could not even enjoy our friendship, but she will be in my heart forever. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, I am an RN working in FL since 3yrs, and I migrated from India. When I reached US everything sounded strange for me and I used to hide my  tears while doing my orientation, and here was a little angel who would come and share my tears, saying&quot; It is Ok, you will learn everything, and you will be a great nurse&quot; Here I am now considered as one of the best nurse in the unit . But I lost my little angel friend forever to cancer. It was so soon I could not even enjoy our friendship, but she will be in my heart forever.</p>
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		<title>By: shaharazad</title>
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		<dc:creator>shaharazad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 06:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hello  i am an rn actually  work on a pediatric intensive care unit  and is priceless for my every time a childcould make it and survive. This first  signal of recovery is like a new awake. as long as they stay we became in some way  part of their lives and them as ours. they took a part of our heart with them when they cross the door on their way home.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hello  i am an rn actually  work on a pediatric intensive care unit  and is priceless for my every time a childcould make it and survive. This first  signal of recovery is like a new awake. as long as they stay we became in some way  part of their lives and them as ours. they took a part of our heart with them when they cross the door on their way home.</p>
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