He died in my arms, and that is how I learned about death, about life and about caring for others at the end of life.

Now, I am palliative myself – not dying, not now. I’m in that in between space, where you would never peg me as ill, but I am. I live with the uncertainty of illness, the fear that every new ache or pain will be more than “aging”. I also live with joy, possibility and a passion that you would not believe. Hope and despair, joy and sorrow all mixed together… and I live today.