“My First Terminal Patient” – Clinical Nurse Rosario Beltrán

Article published at: Jan 1, 2025
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I had only been working in oncology for two months when I was assigned to care for Don Manuel, a 72-year-old man with terminal pancreatic cancer. Most of the staff avoided going into his room. He hardly spoke.

I didn’t know what to say to him. At first, I just went in to change his IV or check his vitals. One night, while I was adjusting his pillow, he said, “Are you also afraid that I’m going to die?” I froze.

I sat beside him and answered honestly, “Yes, but I’m more afraid that you’ll be alone in this.” From then on, every night I stayed a few extra minutes with him. We talked about his wife, his youth, and his dreams. He asked me to bring some music, so I brought my speaker and we played boleros.

He passed away one early morning, with a slight smile on his face. I was there. I held his hand until the end. His daughter hugged me hours later and said, “Thank you for giving him dignity until his last breath.”

Sometimes I think we don’t cure, but we accompany. And that is medicine too. Since Don Manuel, I’ve learned not to fear silence or goodbye. Because in that moment, being human is what matters most.

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