Unit Three
I. Lead-in
Movie Clip
Watch the following video and then do the exerci. Y ou can find the interpretation of some words and phras in "Word Bank".
Book 6 Unit 3.mp4 (00:00 – 02:40)
Script
Elephant survival depends on profiting from the experi ence of many l i feti mes.
This baby elephant was born last night, and the whole herd ems to welcome this new addition. But the mother is young and inexperienced. This is her first baby. If she is to produce milk, a mother must drink. And the newborn calf must keep up with her, as the herd continues on their long journey to find water.
After eight kilometers, the calf is flagging. Enough is enough. The young mother encourages her calf to continue, but there is still a long way to go and the calf is already getti ng dehydrated.
The elephants are now so clo to water that they can smel l i t. W ater, at l ast.
(From BBC Documentary Life: Mammals)
W ord Bank
1.herd:
a large group of animals, in the video it refers to the group of elephants
< The truck could not move becau a herd of buffaloes was blocking the road.
2.flag:
become limp, tired, or weak
< If you begin to flag, there is an excellent café to revive you.
3.dehydrate:
to lo water from the body
Exerci
1.The baby elephant's mother is _________________.
A. old
B. inexperienced
C. sick
D. impatient
anarchist2.It ems the baby elephant cannot walk any longer becau ___________.
A. it was just bornwriting
B. it hasn't drunk any milk
C. it has walked a long way
D. it has been abandoned by the herd
Key: 1. B 2. C
Inspirational Quotes
When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.
—Abraham Lincoln
Discussion
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Do you agree that the best way to protect an endangered animal is to keep it in a zoo and take good care of it? Why?
II. T ext I
Pre-reading Questions
1.If you have ever witnesd the sufferings of a dying person, tell us the feelings that the scene
evoked from you.
2.Do you think doctors and nurs should do everything within their means to try to save a
terminally ill patient even when they know clearly all their efforts would mean nothing more than prolonging his suffering?
General Reading
I. Determine which of the following best states the purpo of the writing.
A. To recount her horrifying experience of caring for a terminally ill patient.
B. To make an appeal for a terminally ill patient's right to die.
C. To demand that nurs be given the right to issue a "no-code" order.
Key: B
II. Judge whether the following statements are true or fal.
1.When Mac entered the hospital, he was apparently a normal person except for an
enduring cough.
2.Despite his worning condition, Mac still had a strong wish to live.
3.The medical community is divided on whether a patient's life should be extended as
lift是什么意思long as possible under all circumstances.
4.It can be inferred from the essay that doctors, not nurs, have the right to give a
"no-code order".
5.In Maura's eyes, Huttmann was a murderer for not pushing the code blue button i n ti me. Key: 1. T 2. F 3. T 4. T 5. F
Background Notes
1.the Phil Donahue show: The Phil Donahue Show, also known as Donahue, is an American
television talk show that ran for 26 years on national television. Its run was preceded by three years of local broadcast in Dayton, Ohio, and it was broadcast nationwide between 1967 and 1996.
emergency situations. The u of codes is intended to convey esntial information quickly and with a minimum of misunderstanding to staff.
Text Study
Text
A Crime of Compassion
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Barbara Huttmann
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1"Murderer," a man shouted. "God help patients who get you for a nur."
2"What gives you the right to play God?" another one asked.
3 It was the Phil Donahue show where the guest is a fatted calf and the audience a 200-strong flock of vultures hungering to pick at the bones. I had told them about Mac, one of my favorite cancer patients. "We resuscitated him 52 times in just one month. I refud to resuscitate him again. I simply sat there and held his hand while he died."
4 There wasn't time to explain that Mac was a young, witty macho cop who walked into the hospital with 32 pounds of attack equipment, looking as if he could single-handedly protect the whole city, if not the entire state. "Can't get rid of this cough," he said. Otherwi , he fel t great.
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5 Before the day was over, tests confirmed that he had lung cancer. And before the year was over, I loved him, his wife, Maura, and their three kids as if they were my own. All the nurs loved him. And we all battled his dia for six months without ever giving death a thought. Six months isn't such a long time in the whole scheme of things, but it was long enough to e him lo his youth, his wit, his macho, his hair, his bowel and bladder control, his n of taste and smell, and his ability to do the slightest thing for himlf. It was long enough to watch Maura's transformation from a young woman into a haggard, beaten old lady.
6 When Mac had wasted away to a 60-pound skeleton kept alive by liquid food we poured down a tu
be, i.v. solutions we dripped into his veins, and oxygen we piped to a mask on his face, he begged us: "Mercy ... for God's sake, plea just let me go."
7 The first time he stopped breathing, the nur pushed the button that calls a "code blue" throughout the hospital and nds a team rushing to resuscitate the patient. Each time he stopped breathing, sometimes two or three times in one day, the code team came again. The doctors and technicians worked their miracles and walked away. The nurs stayed to wipe the saliva that drooled from his mouth, irrigate the big craters of bedsores that covered his hips, suction the lung fluids that threatened to drown him, clean the feces that burn his skin like lye, pour the liquid food down that tube attached his stomach, put pillows between his knees to ea the bone-on-bone pain, turn him every hour to keep the bedsores from getting wor, and change his gown and linen every two hours to keep him from being soaked in perspiration.
8 At night I went home and tried to scrub away the smell of decaying flesh that emed woven into the fabric of my uniform. It was in my hair, the upholstery of my car — there was no washing it away. And every night I prayed that Mac would die, that his agonized eyes would never again plead with me to let him die.
9 Every morning I asked his doctor for a "no-code" order. Without that order, we had to resuscitate every patient who stopped breathing. His doctor was one of veral who believe we must extend life as long as we have the means and knowledge to do it. To not do it is to be liable for negligence, at least in the eyes of many people, inc luding some nurs. I thought about what it would be like to stand before a judge, accud of murder, if Mac stopped breathing and I didn't call a code.
10 And after the fifty-cond code, when Mac was still lucid enough to beg for death again, and Maura was crumbled in my arms again, and when no amount of pain medication stilled his moaning and agony, I wondered about a spiritual judge. Was all this miry and suffering suppod to be building character or infusing us all with the n of humility that comes from impotence?
11 Had we, the whole medical community, become so arrogant that we believed in the illusion of salvation through science? Had we become so lf-righteous that we thought meddling in God's work was our duty, our moral imperative and legal obligation? Did we really believe that we had the right to force "life" on a suffering man who had begged for the ri ght to di e?
12 Such questions haunted me more than ever early one morning when Maura went home to change her clothes and I was bathing Mac. He had been still for so long, I thought he at last had the
blesd relief of coma. Then he opened his eyes and moaned, "Pain ... no more ... Barbara ... do something ... God, let me go."
13 The desperation in his eyes and voice riddled me with guilt. "I'll stop," I told him as I injected the pain medication.
14 I sat on the bed and held Mac's hands in mine. He presd his bony fingers against my hand and muttered, "Thanks." Then there was one soft sigh and I felt his hands go cold in mine. "Mac?"
I whispered, as I waited for his chest to ri and fall again.
15 A clutch of panic banded my chest, drew my finger to the code button, urged me to do something, anything ... but sit there alone with death. I kept one finger on the button, without pressing it, as a waxen pallor slowly transformed his face from person to empty shell. Nothing I've ever done in my 47 years has taken so much effort as i t took not to press that code button.
16 Eventually, when I was sure as I could be that the code team would fail to bring him back, I entered the legal twilight zone and pushed the button. The team tried. And while they were trying, Maura walked into the room and shrieked, "No ... don't let them do this to him ... for God's sake ... plea, no more."
17 Cradling her in my arms was like cradling mylf, Mac, and all tho patients and nurs who had been in this place before, who do the best they can i n a death-denyi ng soci ety.
ben18 So a TV audience accud me of murder. Perhaps I am guilty. If a doctor had written a no-code order, which is the only legal alternative, would he have felt any less guilty? Until there is legislation making it a criminal act to code a patient who has requested the right to die, we will all of us risk the same fate as Mac. For whatever reason, we developed the means to prolong life, and now we are forced to u it. We do not have the right to die.
W ords and Phras
1.lf-righteous adj.having a certainty, especially an unfounded one, that one is totally correct
or superior
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< Young people today do not like their parents to meddle in their lives.
meddle with—touch or handle sth. without permission
