This consists of doctors and nurses sharing stories with the readers and I very much like the way it's put together. When I found out the type of book...moreThis consists of doctors and nurses sharing stories with the readers and I very much like the way it's put together. When I found out the type of book this was I expected it to be put into neat little compartments....like driving related accidents, SIDS deaths, and other disasters. In the beginning a doctor mentions that it isn't like that in an ER and that you never know what's coming through the doors and when. That is how the book is shared. You can go from laughing so hard to doing everything in your power not to cry in a matter of seconds. I'd recommend for anyone for sure but there are plenty of stories that will leave you in tears. I will say that there is some language as one can expect when reading true accounts of gang members, homeless people, etc. ER experiences. I'm not easily offended but I've seen reviews from people that are so I add this in to be a warning to some. I'd definitely recommend and I hope he's hard at work on more than just sewing people up- I hope he's working on a part 2! (less)
This is a very telling account of one womans journey through her medical residency. The stories of her feelings and processing of the journey is sprin...moreThis is a very telling account of one womans journey through her medical residency. The stories of her feelings and processing of the journey is sprinkled with cases she had and it's informing. Transue writes well for not being an author in my opinion but I would have to say the the writing does have a dry quality to it. I'm fairly interested in the subject so maybe I'd give it more of a shot than someone else. Transue seems very likable, very honest, very capable. I think, on average, that most people understand (as much as is possible for someone not in the medical profession) how hard being a doctor is. This just really underlines that fact. From having a patient die, to not being able to help a patient live, to sleepless nights and days, it's all here. I can't imagine having the sort of responsibility these doctors have. It's a scary thought indeed. I think some photos would have added a nice touch. Even if the photos were only of Transue in her private life and not in her professional life. I like to see the person I'm reading about with memoirs so I personally would have liked that. If you're interested in what doctors do day to day AND the process they go through inside during these days, weeks, months, years, than this is a good book for you. If you're only looking for cases and not personal reflection skip it - you'll most likely get bored fast. On the flip side, if you have a weak stomach I'd be careful. It could probably still be read but I'd definitely be careful. (less)
I didn't finish this and it's not because it's a bad book. It's just downright scary to me and I don't like being scared. AIDS is too real and reading...moreI didn't finish this and it's not because it's a bad book. It's just downright scary to me and I don't like being scared. AIDS is too real and reading about people who most likely aren't even here today is just too much for me. I wish I could have finished it but I can't. From what I did read this is a very broad book, there are essays from people who have been inflicted with AIDS or HIV themselves to parents of childrens with HIV/AIDS and people who are caretakers, etc. You can learn a lot about what other people go through when a family member gets a positive diagnosis. This was published a good bit ago so a lot of the more specific information is outdated, along with statistics which have of course changed. I'd be interested in maybe one day trying to read a more recently published books on the same subject. If anyone knows of anything let me know.(less)
I don't know what to say about this book. I think everyone should read it. And at the same time no one should read it. I cried so long and so hard las...moreI don't know what to say about this book. I think everyone should read it. And at the same time no one should read it. I cried so long and so hard last night that when I woke up this morning I couldn't see through my contacts. I had to throw them away- they couldn't even be cleaned. I felt like someone rubbed sandpaper on my eyeballs. I haven't sobbed as much as I did last night in the last decade and that is 100% true. I've read dozens upon dozens upon dozens of true crime stories. Add to that dozens upon dozens upon dozens of victim memoirs from survivors of abuse, all sorts of abuse. But that's the thing- survivors wrote those stories. The true crime stories are often cold in a way- telling about the act of the crime itself and the murder(s) and very little about the victim(s). This was the complete opposite. I feel like I knew Alex. I feel like I saw and can remember her mannerisms, her personality, her words, everything. I don't know, not only how her family got through this, but how her Dad wrote this book. It's so beautiful and so tragic all at the same time. I have tears in my eyes just thinking about what I read. I'm glad it didn't take reading this book to know how lucky I am to have my daughter but it did drive it home. After I finished this book I crawled into bed with my daughter, who is roughly the same age as Alex was when they realized she was sick and not going to live, and just held her and thanked God. The book shows you how a disease like cystic fibrosis literally tears a family apart and tried to kill everything within its victim. It also shows you how one little 8 year old girl wouldn't give it and let it win, no matter what. I thank God Alex was lucky (lucky- strange word to use in terms of her) enough to have the family that she did- she was loved like some people never, ever know. I wish I knew how she got the strength that she had. At 8 years old. Here: ...And so I carried Alex into her treatment room. By then she had prepared herself fairly well, but as soon as she saw that stark table where she was to lie and receive her shot and her incision, she stiffened and was the little girl again. 'No, not yet! Not yet!' she cried, and she clung to me as tight as she ever had. I remember noticing that both nurses turned away from us at that moment, because, for all they might see, day after day in a hospital, there was such an awful intimacy to Alex's gesture that they could not bear to intrude on us. I only held Alex and tried to comfort her more. And, in time, when she had composed herself, she said, 'All right. I'm ready now.' And so she was.
So I started to lay her down where they would cut her open. And in that moment, I could not hold back any longer; one tear fell from all those welling in my eyes. And Alex saw it, saw my face as I bent to put her down. Softer, but urgently, she cried out, 'Wait!' We all thought she was only delaying the operation again, but instead, so gently, so dearly, she reached up, and with an angel's touch, swept the tear rom my face. I will never know such sweetness again in all my life. 'Oh, my little Daddy, I'm so sorry,' is what she said. One nurse turned and bowed her head and began to sob. The other could not even stay in the room. She ran off to compose herself.
I don't know if this is something most or all people feel but I feel pain inside when I read that. Actual pain to know a baby went through this. Went through that much pain. I know I won't ever be able to read something like this again. And I also know I won't ever forget this book.
I had many problems with this book, some of which I'll get into in a moment. First I want to say that I rated this book, not based on my own opinion a...moreI had many problems with this book, some of which I'll get into in a moment. First I want to say that I rated this book, not based on my own opinion and thoughts, but on the actual book itself, the way it's written, the amount of talent the author has for writing, etc. Had I rated it on my own personal opinions it would have gotten nothing. Now I'll get into some of the things that bothered me about Wicklund. At first, while still reading and thinking of my future review of this, I thought I would only review "the book" and not get into my feelings about abortion. I soon came to realize that just can't be done. Not for me anyway. So, here goes.... I'm anti-choice according to Wicklund. Okay. I can deal with that. But doesn't that then mean that Wicklund is anti-life? I'd rather be anti-choice any day. I'm seriously offended that she chose to use that term at all, especially in a book that I would think was meant to be objective. Anti-choice. Huh. In the beginning of the book she tells of a story her grandmother told her and the story relates how her grandmother helped a friend perform an at home abortion where the friend dies. I can't help but feel that was put here for the books sake and nothing else. Maybe it was the way it related, maybe it was that it was all too pat, I don't know. It just didn't ring true for me. It seemed it was a way to set up for the rest of the book, a way to justify her actions to herself. Then, of course, soon after this story we hear the story of Wicklund's own abortion. Which, as if anyone couldn't guess on their own was a horrible, horrible experience. (I'm not sure how any abortion experience can be anything but horrible personally.) Wicklund's abortion was horrible because the doctor was rude, no one told her what they were doing, etc. Another situation just a little too pat for me. "....an eight-week embryo is about the size of my thumbnail. It cannot feel pain or think or have any sense of being...." Well, I guess that makes everything okay then doesn't it? I'd like to ask Wicklund, who choose when the size of the embryo, fetus, baby, what have you, who chooses when the size does start to matter? If it doesn't start to matter at the moment of conception then when? At ten weeks? Twenty? What right does anyone have to make that sort of decision? Wicklund does. She decided to limit her practice to first trimester abortions after witnessing an abortion on a woman who was 21-weeks pregnant. Appalling is what it is but..... So Wicklund decides that it's just too much for her because the baby actually looks like a baby. So, in essence, as long as the baby doesn't look like a baby it's okay to perform the abortion. I don't understand this at all. That baby that "looks like a baby" didn't just pop up out of nowhere. That baby that looks like a baby is the same "tissue" that Wicklund, and many others, think it's okay to dispose of as if it were garbage. Then we have story after story after story where Wicklund relates of "helping" patients. Sending them away because she can tell they aren't at peace with the decision, talking to them for hours before and after, etc. The whole book has a strong undertone of 'I'm the helper here- I'm a great person- please believe me!'. It makes me sick quite frankly. She makes a point, at one point in the book, to mention that they "take great care disposing of "it" in a respectful, appropriate, legal manner." Why would anything that can be classified as an "it" need to be disposed of in an "appropriate" manner? Why not just throw "it" in the trash? That's what I do with the "it's" I throw away. But then again, I've never thrown away a baby. I suppose that's the distinction right there. Does everyone know what a "partial birth abortion" is? In 2007 the Supreme Court upheld a ban on partial birth abortions. Wicklund says this type of abortion is often performed to save the mother, because of fetal defects, etc. According to Wicklund only 5% of abortions are partial birth abortions. So that makes it okay. I wonder why Wicklund herself won't perform them? Since she thinks it should be legal. Another question to remain unanswered I guess. "Partial - birth - abortion". Think about those three words. Partial. Birth. Abortion. Wow. That there even is such a thing speaks volumes about humanity. "....the small sac and villi" is what Wicklund and other abortion providers remove from women. There is no "capacity to feel pain, think, or have any sense of being." Wicklund seems to think that tissue "represents potential." That the "woman carrying "it" has to have the freedom and ability to nurture and grow that potential." She's concerned about the womens rights. Their pursuit of happiness. Their ambitions. She talks of the fetus being like a seed falling from a tree. Not every seed becomes a tree. I'm forced to ask then, what about the baby's happiness? What about the child's rights? What about the ambitions that they'll never have? Wicklund doesn't discuss this. Not at all- it's not even mentioned once. Ironic. There is the incest patient and the rape patient that Wicklund tells us about. Besides those two stories, every single scenario she relates could have been avoided, yet Wicklund talks like the immaculate conception occured. We have the woman who doesn't want to have the baby because her husband beats her. Oh, sure. Okay. Well, why were you fucking him then? YOU got pregnant. That baby didn't just pop into you one day through no fault of your own. YOU did it. And YOU don't want to face the consequences of your actions so another person, a baby not born yet, has to deal with them for you. We have the college student who wants to finish college before having a baby. But she couldn't keep her legs closed through college. Basically, in short, almost every one of them wants to have their cake and eat it too. They want to be able to have sex whenever they want, knowing it can lead to pregnancy, and be able to not deal with that pregnancy when it does happen. It's stated in the book that no woman deals with abortion lightly. I'm here to disagree with that. That's a heavy sentence. I remember it saying "no woman". I've known women who have had abortions and DID take them lightly. Very lightly in fact. I've known others, more than I care to admit, who have had numerous abortions. And what is that called again? Oh yeah, using abortion as a form of birth control. And hiding under 'women's rights'. It's disgusting and it's immoral. I can't help but wonder what would happen is Wicklund's daughter Sonja got pregnant and wanted an abortion? What if it was Wicklund's grandbaby thay was going to get sucked out and "disposed of respectfully"? I wonder if it would all be okay then? The statistics shared here are frightening. The sheer number of babies being "disposed of" each year is staggering. For all you anti-lifers out there who may read this and get pissed, I'm not saying abortions shouldn't be around. I would never suggest that a victim of incest, a victim of rape should be made to have the baby. What I'm saying is that abortion shouldn't be used as it's being used. No baby should be murdered because the mother wasn't woman enough to deal with what she caused to happen. That's what I'm saying. This will be the last book of it's kind I'll read. I can't stomach anymore. (less)
Wow...this kept me up at night several times. This was my first time reading anything pertaining to the twins who were experimented upon. It's definit...moreWow...this kept me up at night several times. This was my first time reading anything pertaining to the twins who were experimented upon. It's definitely shocking. I loved how the authors weaved the twins words in between Mengele's story- everything was spaced out well in the book.(less)
2.5 - I don't know - this isn't as interesting as I'd been expecting. I understand that Hudson isn't an author by profession and was ready to make all...more2.5 - I don't know - this isn't as interesting as I'd been expecting. I understand that Hudson isn't an author by profession and was ready to make allowances for this but it just didn't grab me like I thought it would. I wouldn't suggest this to anyone unless they were totally into the subject, not just the subject of nursing, but flight nurses to be exact. There were parts that were more interesting of course, the parts telling about the patients and what was done to try to save their lives impressed me. The flying around and helicopter parts - not so much. I hate to nitpick but some of her stories are kind of scary - the one where she and fellow flight nurses went to hear a professor speak and were too hungover to listen. Um, yeah, I certainly hope one of them get to save MY life one day. NOT. I know people need to unwind, especially with a job like this, but, hey, why not on a night when we DON'T have a lecture in the morning? Maybe? Not the most professional and I lost much respect for her. I was very surprised she even admitted this to be honest. (less)