The toughest decision you made

Likely because the murderer had the best chance of survival, medical professionals do not get to play judge or jury, they treat who they can save.
Exactly this.... as the only paramedic there at the time.. The officers found her with a pulse but then started CPR. I continued treating her as they provided aid to the shooter who had had shot himself.
 

I wasn't judgng..I just personally couldn't imagine leaving someone who is still alive that is getting CPR... to attend to someone who didn't deserve to be alive.......and as it truend out the Murderer didn't survive.. and maybe the girls would have...
Not a decision any one of us except medics.. would like to make....
Holly my dear... It is a nightmare to make and live with... But to clarify a couple things....
If they are getting CPR, they are technically already dead.
We never did CPR on the shooter, we aggressively treated him, stopping the bleeding, secured an airway that kept him alive.
3 days later he was taken off life support and his 19-year-old organs saved the lives of several others.
 
To stop contacting my son with apologies and birthday and Christmas gifts after 5 years of him refusing to acknowlege me. Continuing to beat my head against a brick wall is nonproductive and making me miserable. When he's ready to forgive, he will. I'm beginning to believe that will never happen.
 

You will like this one. I am a huge coffee drinker. I have to have my coffee. There are times when I would cut off my arm for a cup of Joe. You get my drift. On a flight from D.C. to LAX, the Purser informs me they forgot to put coffee onboard. I almost went into shock. I was deciding if I should land in Columbus and get coffee or go on. It was a very hard decision to make, but then common sense took over and I went on to LA.
 
There have been many. I am the duct tape in my family. One of my hardest was putting the husband in a nursing home.
He was home but he had multiple issues from diabetes etc. He had a wound vac for open sores and a port in his neck
for antibiotics. They gave him diarrhea. Each day there were 10-12 diaper changes and clothes changes and bed changes.
As things progressed, he became semi bedbound. Getting him upright was a chore and often times he would fall on the floor
and I would have to call the squad.

Last time the squad came he ended up in the ICU. The social worker at the hospital spoke with me and I said I cant do this any more.
And thats how he ended up in a nursing home. The inlaws were NOT happy and thought he should have in home care.
None of them came to our home to provide this care though. At the time he passed he was totally immobile.
Diaper changes often required three nurses and a Hoyer. Im not sure how they thought I would manage alone.

It was a hard decision but I am not sorry I put him there. Some have judged me and said I should have kept him at home no matter what.
The husband was 6'2 and weighed 385. I am not a small or a weak woman but as he became weaker it was getting harder and harder for me to move him. Medicare did provide an aide for two hours a day three days a week. That didnt help with the rest of the day or the 3am "accidents". :D
 

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