Tomorrow we're going to do a 'terminal wean' on one of my patients. Her family has decided to take her off the ventilator and extubate her. I will most likely be present for her death - my first patient to die while I'm taking care of them since the new job.
My job is amazing. Every day it makes me take the focus off of myself and fight for the concerns of another. It provides perspective and reveals what things are petty, and cuts to the bone to show what things are truly important.
(I'm already tearing up, and it's not tomorrow yet).
So I'll say my favorite prayer - God, help.