I was all for DNR orders when they first came out, I was young and naive.
I saw them terribly abused.
I had to chew out a young ICU nurse one time because she flippantly remarked "What are they doing in the unit, they want to die anyway"
DNR is supposed to mean nothing extraordinary but it is used to give shabby, neglectful and deficient, care all the time.
I won't allow anybody in my family to have one again.
"DNR is supposed to mean nothing extraordinary but it is used to give shabby, neglectful and deficient, care all the time. "
You know, I haven't posted anything personal yet. But my mother died of inoperable cancer and I know that my father (while conflicted) couldn't wait to be relieved of the burden of caring for her. I won't go into details but we had a chat while she was undergoing chemotherapy and he basically admitted he wanted to be free to hook up with other women.
My mother was in the hospital and was basically talked into signing the DNR statement. I was the only one to resist. But, "who am I ... to break up the "mom must die" gang" (to paraphrase one of my kids' favorite movies).
Even though I wasn't there a lot (I lived far away), my one comfort is I was the one who got the pastor there to give her her last communion.
D*mn it, I can still see her sky blue eyes when we said goodbye that last Thanksgiving.
I never saw her alive again.
Oh, and back to your original post? I've read that the farthest your room is from the nursing station, the more they think you're going to die.
My mom was at the end of the *$&*(& hall.