Franklin
D. Roosevelt once said, “If you treat people right, they will treat you right…ninety
percent of the time.” It is the belief in this idea that causes Jane Churchon,
a registered nurse for over the past 20+ years, to treat the process of pronouncing
someone dead as she does; with the respect and care she hopes will be afforded
to her when she passes away. Jane describes this process in her essay, “The
Dead Book,” which details the accounts of pronouncing a single person as
deceased. She starts out by saying, “I like to take my time when I pronounce someone
dead.” She goes on to explain that it is her desire to treat bodies with the
same respect that she would give to a living, breathing patient. This is
evident throughout a fictional representation of the process she goes through
when pronouncing Mrs. Jones deceased. Through imagery and allusions, such as “…I
use one of those disposable stethoscopes…made of flimsy red plastic the color
of cartoon blood, and I feel a little cheap…as if I have shown up to a dinner
party in a ribbed tube top,” she engages the reader in the process, implanting
feelings of remorse and respect in the reader – almost as if they personally
knew Mrs. Jones. Anyone who has had someone close to them pass away can relate
to these feelings. Yet, having the same feelings for someone who you didn’t know
rarely surface, except in Churchon’s case. Hovering over the body, she explains
her curiosity as to who the patient was and what their life was like before
they were ready to be pronounced deceased. Perhaps we don’t feel this way
because we don’t have a direct relation to the patient, whereas Churchon is the
person responsible for bringing an end to their life officially in legal terms.
But we do feel this way with Mrs. Jones, because Churchon has fostered in us a little
melancholy just by bringing to mind what the people who did know Mrs. Jones
personally are feeling. We weep not out of remorse, but out of respect.
Feeling For a Pulse That Isn't There
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A nurse checking for a patient's pules -- Sylvia Nickerson |
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