I assumed she asked because besides being a hospice volunteer, I was a medical student and wouldn’t get spooked by a dead body.  She probably didn’t realize that it was my first week of classes and I hadn’t experienced much yet.

She walked into the room with her head slightly bowed forward, appearing physically and emotionally exhausted. Because of a scheduling problem, there was only one nurse covering the entire hospice floor.  This was her second patient to die that day.

She waved me to come forward and asked me to help her prepare the patient.  I stared down at the lifeless figure.  I don’t remember all the details, but I will never forget the stillness.   It was the first of many occasions when I would marvel at the appalling lack of motion that separates the living from the dead.

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We were silent as she communicated tasks to me by pointing. I think we put an ID tag on the patient’s toe.  We probably cleaned the body and removed any remaining catheters.  The family had come and gone so there were no cosmetic issues of concern.

She then took out the bag.  We gently rolled the patient over and placed it cleanly underneath.  We pulled out the openings around the torso. Then we tucked in the limbs and head. Finally, starting at the toes she zipped up the bag from the bottom until she came to the face.

She stopped.

For me this was the shell of a man who I had never known. But for her, he had been a breathing, feeling human being. One whose hand she had held, whose family she had comforted, and whose excrement she had helped clean from his weakened and frail body.  She went to close the zipper but she couldn’t.  I put one hand on her shoulder and reached over with the other, removing her fingers.

She knelt down in the corner of the room and sobbed as I closed the bag.

Through years of medical education and practice there are many images burned into my mind.  But when I think of my first experience with a dead patient, I don’t see a body at all.

I see a nurse.

A humble, grieving, beautiful symbol of all that our profession can be.