Friday, April 12, 2013
4:19 a.m.
In four hours I will be on my way to Butner Correctional
Medical Facility (BCMF), in Durham, North Carolina
Usually, and surprising to most people, I have very little
anxiety about entering a correctional facility, but this one is different. My mind has been racing all evening into the
early morning hours. I can’t sleep and the
thought of entering the facility brings me to the brink of tears.
I can pretty honestly say, I have been a wreck most of
night.
BCMF will be an all around different experience.
Here, is where many of the inmates at Butner Federal
Correctional will relocate if they become seriously ill or are dying.
The thought of someone spending their last days slowing
dying in a cold, lonely place is incredibly disheartening. There are some inmates who might qualify for
medical parole, but that is not the majority of cases.
I have read several articles written by nurses who care for
terminally ill inmates and the overwhelming consensus is that while they are undoubtedly
compassionate for the victim’s of the offender’s crime, the inhumane way of
dying alone, without a loved one, without the very basic need of our human
element: connection is a very sad reality. (Note: most nurses who wrote about
the conflicting compassion expressed intense guilt for such compassion towards
the inmates. (This shaming is sad and unfortunate.).)
This may be a touchy subject for some. Some will have little
sympathy for these terminally ill
patients.
Let us dare to ask though, how we would want our loved one: our
son, daughter, father or mother to spend their last moments before dying?
Alone? Scared?
Absolutely not.
Can we not afford incarcerated patients equal worth?
I ask that we all try to be mindful and carry a
compassionate, open heart.
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