The Story I Couldn’t Write – Nurse Natalia Jiménez

Article published at: Feb 19, 2025
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My name is Natalia Jiménez, an intensive care nurse in Mexico City. In December 2022, I cared for Alan, a 27-year-old who was admitted after a motorcycle accident. Severe head trauma. He was sedated, intubated, connected to three machines. The prognosis was uncertain.

From day one, his mother came with a notebook. She wrote down everything: doses, reactions, conversations. She told me,
“When he wakes up, he’ll want to know what happened. He writes poetry. He’ll write about this.”

I didn’t know if Alan would wake up, but I followed the routine as if he could hear me. Every night, I whispered in his ear: “I’m here, Alan. Today you saw the sunset through the window, even if you don’t know it.”
I gently changed his sheets, massaged his legs to prevent ulcers, played his favorite song on a small speaker.

On December 29, his vital signs began to decline. We started resuscitation. I stayed with him until the end. He died that night.

His mother hugged me and, without crying, handed me the notebook. On the last page, she had written:
“Though he didn’t speak, I know he felt he wasn’t alone.”

Since then, I keep that notebook. It reminds me that sometimes, the most valuable thing we give as nurses isn’t a technique but a real, silent, constant presence.

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