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Paradox of Hope
Justine V. Cohen, DO
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1308 PERSONAL REFLECTION
fearing orbital cellulitis and impending septic shock. Each day arrived. ‘‘I’ve been thinking about it and I want to change my
she grew weaker and each night I was more anxious about code status.’’ Hospice at last, I thought. She then belted out with
leaving her in my colleagues’ care, knowing that she could as much force as her now-frail body could muster: ‘‘I want to
rapidly deteriorate and require a barbaric code. go back to the Do Everything status. Please reverse my DNR
Finally one day she agreed to a DNR order, with continued order; you have given me hope and now I want to live.’’
treatment of her disease but no cardiopulmonary resuscita-
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tion, defibrillation, or intubation. I gave her my traditional
Mrs. Shostovinich passed away peacefully five days after
ever-so-slightly prolonged hand squeeze that night and as-
that. She was a full code for two days before she finally suc-
sured her softly that I would add the appropriate documen-
cumbed to her doctors’ and family’s wishes for comfort. In
tation to her chart and relay her new code status to the
caring for her so deeply and devoting so much of myself to
covering night house staff. She barely squeezed back, but to
her, I had paradoxically given her hope that she would live to
my relief, blew me a kiss at the door.
walk out of the hospital and go back to her life as a piano
I left the hospital that night feeling unburdened. This was
teacher. It was a paradox that medical school had not pre-
the right decision for this patient who had become such a large
pared me for. Perhaps I was Mrs. Shostovinich’s final student:
part of my life. I never wanted to pressure her or let her feel
she made me question whether success in medicine is defined
that we were giving up on her. Having established a rela-
by the lives you save or the quality of life you preserve.
tionship, she trusted me. It was the first time in my life that I
felt a sense of ultimate responsibility. I slept well, knowing I
had done something to help this woman at the end of her life. Address correspondence to:
Desaturation and shortness of breath lead to a CT thorax Justine V. Cohen, DO
revealing septic emboli to her lungs. I read about MDS, noting Hematology and Medical Oncology
that most patients die of an infection, and prepared myself for
Yale Cancer Center
the inevitable, comforted that she might die peacefully with- 333 Cedar Street
out aggressive efforts. I continued to visit her and talk to her PO Box 208028
family about music, teaching, and the piano. She had become New Haven, CT 06520
too weak to say much.
One day I received a page. Mrs. Shostovinich wanted to see
me immediately. ‘‘There you are,’’ she said quietly when I E-mail: Justine.cohen@yale.edu