I was in a meeting where the nurses and doctors were talking about our patients [they were negatively commenting on a man who was dying]… I remember [for] a long time sitting there going, ‘This is a man, this is a person. He is a father.’…- And they said, ‘Oh well if he’d done what he was supposed to do he’d have a better life.’ I said, ‘I’ve got to stop you there. We have four emergency doctors here; we have eight nurses… This man knows that he has done wrong in his life. He knows that he’s at end stage renal failure now. He is shit scared of dying and not one of yous has talked to him about comforting him around dying.’
I said, ‘Can we stop, stop with the fact that he’s got [name of gang] tattooed on his neck and he looks like a bull and he’s, gruff and he swears… this is a man who is scared, he’s a little boy inside of a big man’s shell scared of dying.’ Because we all are essentially. And so, my manager said, ‘Oh yeah.’ And you know it started to get brushed off, but I said, ‘Actually this man, the reason he’s not listening to yous is because not one of yous is listening to him. You’re more worried that his partner goes and helps herself to the fridge, that they help themselves to the blankets, that they… want dressings and things like that.
They’re just trying to get to a point where they can go home and do what they want to do. And we’re not helping. He knows he’s dying; he knows all that. What are we going to do about it? What are we going to do to make him comfortable?’ And from that like one of the doctors later on said to me, ‘How do you know you’re doing a good job as a nurse?’ And I said, ‘Here’s a flounder in cream from that man’s wife. While he’s in hospital she’s gone home and cooked me a flounder in cream. Not you, not another nurse, but me. And he’s asked me to eat it with him. So, from a Māori perspective that tells me I’m doing the right thing.’