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How hospital staff cope with suffering and death

His chest rises and falls rhythmically because the machine pumps in oxygen and releases carbon dioxide with a hissing sound. 

The affected person in Room 2106 is ventilated, intubated, sedated.

Julie Medeiros, a respiratory therapist, pauses on the glass doorway. “His family came to say goodbye this morning. He’s doing really poorly,” she says. “He’ll probably pass today.”

Her phrases are a mixture of melancholy and matter-of-factness. Medeiros has seen a lot death, she is aware of the indicators. They all do. 

A few hours later, the person in Room 2106 will turn into one other information level amongst greater than 530,000 Americans killed by the coronavirus

But on this second at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center, he’s not a statistic. He’s a flesh-and-blood particular person in a dropping combat for survival. 

He has a face, a reputation, a 52-year historical past filled with childhood reminiscences, achievements, loves, failures, household.

USA TODAY was granted uncommon entry to the hospital’s COVID-19 care models in February, allowed to shadow caregivers on the situation that sufferers wouldn’t be recognized until permission was granted. 

A couple of minutes earlier, simply outdoors the hospital foyer, kin of the affected person in Room 2106 had been hugging each other and crying beneath the foggy gloom of a Los Angeles morning. A younger girl fell to her elbows and knees on the sidewalk, sobbing, “No. No. No.”

Later within the ICU, nurse Nina Ohakam dials the affected person’s son. “Are you guys still here?” she asks. “I thought if you were you could pick up your father’s possessions.” She listens, then nods. “Well, your dad’s organs are not functioning.” 


Family members can’t perceive why he’s dying. He wasn’t that sick after they introduced him in days in the past. Did the hospital give him an an infection? Why haven’t they cured the illness? 

As America’s medical employees battle with the pandemic — death, suffering, fatigue, stress and fears of an infection — serving to households via denial, grief and anger has added to the trauma.

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On the cellphone, Ohakam explains that COVID-19 is a virus with no treatment. “He has pneumonia and his lungs are filled,” she says. “It’s not as simple—” She is reduce off, listening once more, ready.

The father could not breathe, so a tube was inserted into his trachea, pumping oxygen. That requires sedation, which suggests he additionally wanted an intravenous line for fluids, a catheter to extract urine and dialysis to cleanse his blood. 

“Those things are keeping him alive,” Ohakam says softly. “I’m sorry this is happening. I can’t imagine being on the receiving end of this information. But it’s not because we weren’t doing something. We’ve done everything we—” 

She is interrupted. There is speak of transferring the daddy to a different hospital. Ohakam shakes her head. 

“I understand why you feel that way, but it’s not about the infection per se,” Ohakam continues. “Yes, it starts out COVID, but it ends up multiple organ failure.”


A nurse wipes down a COVID-19 patient's hand on Tuesday, Feb. 9, 2021, at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.

A nurse wipes down a COVID-19 affected person’s hand on Tuesday, Feb. 9, 2021, at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
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She tries to brook the fragile topic of consolation care: slicing again on drugs, letting Dad go, perhaps issuing a do-not-resuscitate directive. 

The affected person — in a glass-enclosed, negative-pressure room — doesn’t flinch, has no say. 

The son on the cellphone is unwilling, unable.

Ohakam says she understands. “I’m going to do my best for him. God bless you.”

She hangs up and turns to her colleagues, visibly shaken. “I feel for him. God forbid if that was my family member.”

“The COVID: How do you treat it?” she wonders aloud. “I don’t know.” 

“I realize they’re looking for blame,” Ohakam says later. “This is not the time to say, ‘Don’t blame us,’ even though we know what we’ve been doing behind the scenes. … They’re hurting. They’re grieving.”

An indication over the nurses’ station presents a quote of the week: “The most powerful weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another. Train your mind to see the good in this day.”

The hospital’s public handle system blares: “Code Blue in 2117. Code Blue in 2117.” 

It’s the third time in a couple of hours a coronary heart has stopped beating. With every alarm, medical staffers sporting masks, gloves, face shields and multi-colored PPE robes congeal like white blood cells on a wound, attempting to revive the affected person. 

Kevin Deegan, a hospital chaplain making the rounds, shakes his head. “That bell that rings for Code Blue, it’s hard to get it out of our head at night. … I see the faces of staff members in tears.”

Deegan sits within the chapel moments later, a crucifix on the wall, a siren wailing outdoors. A journal on the rostrum is stuffed with entries from relations — scrawled prayers beseeching God for all times and consolation.

Chaplain Kevin Deegan prays while inside the Providence Holy Cross Medical Center chapel on Friday, Feb. 12, 2021, in Los Angeles.
Chaplain Kevin Deegan prays whereas contained in the Providence Holy Cross Medical Center chapel on Friday, Feb. 12, 2021, in Los Angeles. “We’re past some extent…
Chaplain Kevin Deegan prays whereas contained in the Providence Holy Cross Medical Center chapel on Friday, Feb. 12, 2021, in Los Angeles. “We’re beyond a point of feeling like this is crazy, and this is beyond unprecedented,” he mentioned in regards to the COVID-19 pandemic. A yr into the pandemic, “as we look ahead, we see a little bit of light at the end of the tunnel with the vaccine rolling out. But with these new strains, these new variants, it still feels like there’s still a lot of dark days ahead.”
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Part of the chaplain’s position is helping family members with video calls when the top is close to. His first Zoom session for a COVID-19 affected person included about 30 relations scattered all over the world. They took turns saying three phrases — “I love you” — to an unconscious girl. 

A nurse checked the affected person’s vitals and shook her head. “We turned the iPad to ourselves and informed the family she’d just taken her last breath,” Deegan says. “That’s something I was not trained to do.”

On average, Americans who die from coronavirus leave behind nine close family members. That means about 4.8 million parents, spouses, children, siblings and grandparents in the throes of grief.

Even as the pandemic has subsided from its peak, about 10,750 Americans die each week.

Los Angeles County, where Latinos account for nearly half the population, has been hit particularly hard, with more than 22,000 deaths. Hispanics die from coronavirus 2.3 times more frequently than White non-Hispanics, according to federal data.


SARS-CoV-2: invisible, indifferent, parasitic and mutating. 

The virus acts without malice, driven by a biological imperative. 

“COVID doesn’t ask or choose,” says Edgar Ramirez, a nurse chief at Providence Holy Cross. “It just does what it wants.”

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Medical provides are silhouetted towards the blinds in a COVID-19 affected person’s room at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
Medical provides are silhouetted towards the blinds in a COVID-19 affected person’s room at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
Medical provides are silhouetted towards the blinds in a COVID-19 affected person’s room at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
HARRISON HILL, USA TODAY

Doctors, nurses and chaplains acknowledge when the top is close to and attempt to ship the prognosis compassionately. But irrespective of the way it’s performed, the dialog about consolation care will be emotionally unstable. 

Family members have been awaiting the name, but holding out hope. Some suppose it might be a betrayal of the affected person, or of God, to surrender. Some insist on a pure death, although severely unwell sufferers are stored alive by machines. One week in early February, a person coded and was revived eight instances, Deegan says, every episode a trauma for staff.

The shock to kin is magnified by pandemic quarantines. Unable to go to liked ones, households can’t see the illness’s swift devastation and have bother dealing with end-of-life selections.

At Providence Holy Cross and hundreds of different hospitals, the state of affairs performs out daily in video calls with family members who typically blame the caregivers.

Jacques Coupet, left, a dialysis registered nurse, looks at a patient receiving dialysis treatment while medical staff attends to a patient on Wednesday, Feb. 10, 2021, in the intensive care unit at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
Jacques Coupet, left, a dialysis registered nurse, appears at a affected person receiving dialysis remedy whereas medical staff attends to a affected person on Wednesday, Feb. 10,…
Jacques Coupet, left, a dialysis registered nurse, appears at a affected person receiving dialysis remedy whereas medical staff attends to a affected person on Wednesday, Feb. 10, 2021, within the intensive care unit at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles.
Harrison Hill, USA TODAY

David Kessler, coauthor of a seminal guide on the phases of grief, says the method begins when households are informed the affected person is not going to survive. Denial and anger, typically the primary phases of bereavement, set off a seek for culprits: the people who find themselves attempting to avoid wasting their kin’ lives.

As founding father of Grief.com, Kessler delivers video seminars to medical employees and oversees online help periods for greater than 20,000 relations of pandemic victims.

Loved ones, particularly these dealing with an surprising death, need solutions. And medical staffers might turn into “emotional punching bags.”

“It’s much easier to blame the doctor or nurse or emergency room instead of hearing, ‘We did our best.’” Kessler explains. “That’s not enough. … Psychologically, we’d rather feel guilty or angry than feel helpless.”

He, different specialists and staffers at Providence Holy Cross emphasize that outrage and distrust are natural reactions to loss — signs to be understood and assuaged, not criticized.

But these reactions weigh on well being care employees already burdened by affected person deaths, job burnout and a way of helplessness. 

David Kessler, co-author of “On Grief and Grieving”
“They’re always second-guessing themselves, wondering if they could do more. Nurses and doctors are seeing multiple deaths in a day and they’re sitting with the anguish of the families. No one has been trained for this much death.”

“They’re always second-guessing themselves, wondering if they could do more,” Kessler says. “Nurses and doctors are seeing multiple deaths in a day and they’re sitting with the anguish of the families. No one has been trained for this much death.” 

Deborah Carr, chair of sociology at Boston University and a specialist in bereavement, makes a distinction between “good deaths,” the place sufferers and households have time to grasp and plan for the inevitable, and “bad deaths” that come unexpectedly and present little time for acceptance.

The anger stage of grief is most pronounced with dangerous deaths, Carr says. So, it’s no shock that these conversations about palliative care flip into questions and accusations. 

While it is too quickly to know precisely how the pandemic has affected medical employees, almost half of the coronavirus caregivers in one early study reported “serious psychiatric symptoms” corresponding to despair, nervousness and suicidal ideas.

Hospitals supply counseling, massages, peer teams and worker bonuses. Those assist. But Medeiros, the respiratory therapist, says ache builds till it simply gushes out.

“I cry in the car. I talk with my husband about it. I get it out,” she says. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be over.”

Deegan units up a household video name with Marta Aguilar, a tiny, frail affected person with matted, white hair.

Behind the masks, her eyes are confused, fearful. Her daughter-in-law seems on the display screen with two grandchildren. “Hola, coma esta?” “Hi, Grandma.”

Aguilar tries to talk, her phrases inaudible as she factors to her head. The masks is painful, too tight. A nurse and bodily therapist match her with one other.

Chaplain Kevin Deegan facilitates a call between Marta Aguilar, a COVID-19 patient at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center, and Cheyenne Quintanar, her daughter-in-law, on Friday, Feb. 12, 2021, at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Mission Hills, Calif.
Chaplain Kevin Deegan facilitates a name between Marta Aguilar, a COVID-19 affected person at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center, and Cheyenne Quintanar, her daughter-in-law, on Friday,…
Chaplain Kevin Deegan facilitates a name between Marta Aguilar, a COVID-19 affected person at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center, and Cheyenne Quintanar, her daughter-in-law, on Friday, Feb. 12, 2021, at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Mission Hills, Calif.
Harrison Hill, USA TODAY

Deegan takes Grandma’s hand and asks God to bless her, “not just in her body, but in her mind and heart as well.”

The name ends. Deegan runs his fingers over Aguilar’s hair. “Descansa, OK?” he says, gently urging her to relaxation. 

More than a week later, the daughter-in-law, Cheyenne Quintanar,agonizes over Marta Aguilar’s last days. 

Cheyenne Quintanar, about her mother-in-law
“I can’t imagine how horrible she felt, lonely and abandoned. We can’t be there for her. They’re poking and prodding her, and we’re outside praying to the universe. The only time they let you see her is when they say, ‘We’re about to unplug her.’ ”

“I can’t imagine how horrible she felt, lonely and abandoned. We can’t be there for her. They’re poking and prodding her, and we’re outside praying to the universe,” she says. “The only time they let you see her is when they say, ‘We’re about to unplug her.’”

As the pandemic surged, Quintanar notes, her family took great care because Aguilar had an autoimmune disease. Still, the virus found its way in. Aguilar became extremely ill. So did her son and Quintanar’s husband, Marco Aguilar.

She speaks with awe of her mother-in-law, a diminutive, courageous refugee who fled El Salvador’s civil war in the 1980s with her husband and three boys. In the United States she earned a college degree, raised a family, became a citizen.

When Aguilar entered the hospital Jan. 26, Quintanar says, doctors gave her a 10% chance.

Looking for hope, Quintanar spoke with a physician friend who suggested a medication used for treatment of parasitic worms. The drug isn’t approved for coronavirus, but she found congressional testimony and data suggesting the drug might work. 

She pushed harder with Aguilar’s physicians, insisting, “What if you can save someone?”

Finally, they relented. With treatments, Aguilar began to improve, Quintanar says, but relapsed. 

Marta Aguilar dances with her son, Marco, at his wedding in this 2008 photograph.

Marta Aguilar dances with her son, Marco, at his marriage ceremony on this 2008 {photograph}.
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On Feb. 16, the phone rang. Doctors saw no hope of recovery. They recommended comfort care with morphine, along with a do-not-resuscitate directive.

Marco and his brothers were granted a last visit, a nod of compassion for patients near death and their loved ones. It requires approvals, a security plan, an escort and a full personal protection outfit for each family member. 

They arrived around 4 p.m., Quintanar says, staying the allotted half-hour with their unconscious mom. At 5:28 p.m., Marta Aguilar died. She was 77.

“They didn’t even get to be with her when she left,” Quintanar says. “I think I’m still in the anger part of it. And the surreal aspect, the disbelief.”

She mentioned the household tried to not take out their frustration on Aguilar’s caregivers. “We know they’re doing their finest. …I can’t think about seeing death like that daily.”

Code Blues have dropped off dramatically for the reason that pandemic peak in January, when there have been almost 200 coronavirus sufferers within the hospital. 

Back then, the alarm sounded a number of instances throughout a 12-hour shift. By early February, the rely of COVID-19 sufferers had dropped to 100.

In Room 1325, a toddler’s colourful portray on the wall says, “Get well Grandpa. We miss you.” 

While family members were largely not allowed to visit loved ones battling COVID-19 at Providence Holy Cross Medical Center in Los Angeles, some sent flowers, posters and other mementos to help patients feel closer to their families, like those pictured on Tuesday, Feb. 9, 2021.

The 70-year-old affected person reclines in drug sleep. An X-ray technician captures a picture of his lungs on a conveyable machine. The proper lobe is what Ramirez, who manages nursing on a COVID ground, calls “a complete whiteout” — stuffed with viscous fluid and unable to soak up oxygen.

A brand new affected person arrives on a gurney beneath a blanket from house. Panicky eyes flit behind a face defend. 

A half-dozen staffers converge for the transition to a hospital mattress. “One, two and…” They slide him over and start hooking up greater than 20 tubes and cables. Spittle is suctioned from his lips.

He is now the affected person in Room 2220, on the very starting of a course of.

Ramirez encourages him to breathe deeply. “Echale ganas,” he says. Give it your all.

An instrumental model of the Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun” wafts from hospital audio system. At Providence Holy Cross, the tune is performed every time a COVID-19 affected person goes house.

As of Feb. 22, the hospital had handled 2,853 coronavirus sufferers. The music didn’t play for about 380.

Ramirez’s second baby was born amid the pandemic. When he goes house, he makes use of the again door, strips, throws his clothes into the wash and showers earlier than making contact with anybody.

“Then I hug my 3-year-old boy and my 6-month-old daughter,” Ramirez says.

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