I was filled with gratitude when I witnessed my dad’s last breath in hospital. Gratitude for having had the kind dad for 23 years that I had. A dad whom I would miss. For this I felt lucky. Blessed.
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I have a best friend who had a girlfriend. She was [suffering]; died in cancer. She committed suicide because of fearing the near future. I can feel the pain of my best friend. That girl had to face emotional pain. I can feel that emotional pain. This
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When my patient was awake, she always wanted to hold hands: with family, with friends, with caregivers. One day she asked, “Who will hold my hand when I die?” I reminded her of her faith tradition and said, “when you let go of a hand here, it
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Dad – I’m so sorry I let you down at your end of life – I let them put a feeding tube in when I should have just held your hand. You survived but did not live. I promise I will help others through this fear &
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Today I think about all the times I have been with a person at the end of their life – (hours). They were mostly elderly friends whom I learned so much from, who have been encouraging me in my life struggles with my sons. Someone called me
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That while I spend most of the hours of my week holding the hands, wiping the tears & sitting with the suffering of my dying patients and their families, & that gives me perspective on the sanctity & beauty of life. I cannot seem to translate this
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To be with a loved one at end of life To support a loved one who is with a loved one at end of life Transferring knowledge Relieving fear Saying goodbye Palliative Care Nursing
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When I think of death, I think of the thousands of years of unseen human history and how so many of those people died without so much of a whisper. But – all those who whisper come together in one large symphony – defining our legacy.
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When I first began my career as a hospice physician, I worked with the most amazing social worker/ volunteer coordinator. She introduced our agency to therapeutic touch and the healing potential of harp played at the bedside of the dying. She went on to become a naturopathic
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I was such a young, and naive social worker when I experienced my first death – Debbie – I was just 22 yrs. old at the time. I remember her actively dying in her bed. She had been fighting with her dad over many years, but he
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