"Grandpa Byron passed away."
This blue box flashed across my phone screen as I stepped off the hospital elevator Friday morning.
I was too late.
On Thursday, I had rushed out of work in hopes of saying goodbye to my grandfather one last time. The cancer was becoming too much for his body to handle. I was unsure if I'd be allowed to see him because of his pending COVID-19 test.
Required tests for new hospital patients should return results within 12 hours. But that week, they were delayed by four days. As a result, my grandfather spent four days and nights by himself, without any family allowed to visit, as he continued to worsen.
My grandfather died Friday morning, only 45 minutes after my family was notified by the doctor that we could now visit, but that our loved one likely wouldn't make it through the day. Only my aunt was able to make it to the hospital in that short amount of time. But she was stopped and questioned by hospital staff, who inaccurately told her she was not allowed upstairs. By the time they had corrected their mistake, my grandfather had already died.
I work as a hospital social worker, so I am not blind to death or the jarring aspects of end of life. I've witnessed unspeakable tragedies and faith-inspiring recoveries. Yet nothing prepares you for the pain of missing the opportunity to say goodbye, to hold a hand, to share one last prayer.
Families are essential to our patients' lives, and they should be treated as essential. Before COVID-19, families were often encouraged by the medical team to show up. Now, we are forcing families to stay away in patients' time of need and their last moments.