Mom – thanks for showing me how to live fearlessly, boldly, and “in charge” until one’s last breath. I’m sorry that I didn’t comprehend what you were trying to tell us when you “woke up” in those last hours. Maybe we each are supposed to draw our
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Hi Mom, You were the shining light in my life. For all that you taught me I am truly grateful. My life is so much better because of you. Love you & miss you
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It’s been twenty years, but I can still see my father, the gentleman doctor as brothers, sitting beside my Aunt in NYC. She’s in a rigid metal halo & back brace, due to the fractures along her spine from metastatic breast CA. Cheeks flushed with steroids, she’s
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Having spent over 35 years being given the gift to care for people through birth to death, I am struck by how much humanity means and how much of a gift I have been given – Thank you dad for putting me down this path. I am
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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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