They were were soccer players, dancers, artists, musicians, coaches and philanthropists. They were husbands, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews and friends. They were innocent, loved humans.
As we hear about the shooting of the 17 people in Florida last week, I thought it would be timely to share with you this message written by Naomi Rosenberg an emergency room doctor at Temple University Hospital in North Philadelphia. It was featured last year on CBC Radio – White Coat, Black Art with Dr. Brian Goldman. In this narrative, Dr. Rosenberg coaches a medical resident on the method she uses to deliver the worst possible news. Sadly, this is something that doctors all over the United Sates must do every day mainly because of gun violence.
Last year alone, over 12,300 people in the United States died from gun violence, a quarter of them children or teenagers. The number of annual gun related deaths in the United States is 45 times greater than it is in the United Kingdom and 5 times greater than it is in Canada.
As I browsed the Internet and scrolled through the countless messages of thoughts and prayers being sent to the families of the victims, I came across a heartbreaking story. One of an 8 year old girl who came home from school and told her mother she needed new shoes. Why? Not because, people where making fun of her old shoes but because if she was hiding from a shooter, the lights on her sneakers would give away her location. To me, an 8 year girl worrying about such is simply not right.
Take a moment to read the following essay that reflects the immense shock and agony of parents who must grapple with perhaps the most difficult pain of all, told through the eyes of physicians who must usher these parents in to the world of newfound loss.
“First you get your coat. I don’t care if you don’t remember where you left it, you find it. If there was a lot of blood you ask someone to go quickly to the basement to get you a new set of scrubs. You put on your coat and you go into the bathroom. You look in the mirror and you say it. You use the mother’s name and you use her child’s name. You may not adjust this part in any way.
I will show you: If it were my mother you would say, “Mrs. Rosenberg. I have terrible, terrible news. Naomi died today.” You say it out loud until you can say it clearly and loudly. How loudly? Loudly enough. If it takes you fewer than five tries you are rushing it and you will not do it right. You take your time.
After the bathroom you do nothing before you go to her. You don’t make a phone call, you do not talk to the medical student, you do not put in an order. You never make her wait. She is his mother.
When you get inside the room you will know who the mother is. Yes, I’m very sure. Shake her hand and tell her who you are. If there is time you shake everyone’s hand. Yes, you will know if there is time. You never stand. If there are no seats left, the couches have arms on them.
You will have to make a decision about whether you will ask what she already knows. If you were the one to call her and tell her that her son had been shot then you have already done part of it, but you have not done it yet. You are about to do it now. You never make her wait. She is his mother. Now you explode the world. Yes, you have to. You say something like: “Mrs. Booker. I have terrible, terrible news. Ernest died today.”
Then you wait.
You will not stand up. You may leave yourself in the heaviness of your breath or the racing of your pulse or the sight of your shoelaces on your shoe, but you will not stand up. You are here for her. She is his mother.
If the mother has another son with her and he has punched the wall or broken the chair, do not be worried. The one that punched the wall or broke the chair will be better than the one who looks down and refuses to cry. The one who punched the wall or broke the chair will be much easier than the sister who looks up and closes her eyes as they fill.
If the mother asks you, you will tell her what you know. You do not lie. But do not say he was murdered or he was killed. Yes, I know that he was, but that is not what you say. You say that he died; that is the part that you saw and that you know. When she asks if he felt any pain, you must be very careful. If he did not, you assure her quickly. If he did, you do not lie. But his pain is over now. Do not ever say he was lucky that he did not feel pain. He was not lucky. She is not lucky. Don’t make that face. The depth of the stupidity of the things you will say sometimes is unimaginable.
Before you leave you break her heart one more time. “No, I’m so sorry, but you cannot see him. There are strict rules when a person dies this way and the police have to take him first. We cannot let you in. I’m so sorry.” You do not ever say “the body.” It is not a body. It is her son. You want to tell her that you know that he was hers. But she knows that and she does not need for you to tell her. Instead you tell her you will give her time and come back in case she has questions. More questions, or questions for the first time. If she has no questions you do not give her the answers to the questions she has not asked.
When you leave the room, do not yell at the medical student who has a question. When you get home, do not yell at your husband. If he left his socks on the floor again today, it is all right.”
amazing article! however, it was 3 teachers and 14 students*
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