How important little things are at the end of life. A client bedridden for a long period of time at a young age, just wanting to see his garden. When we made arrangements to move him outdoors for only 10 minutes, it was such a moving experience.
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The last thing you said to me, Mom, was “I love you” as you reached out and squeezed my hand. I had no idea how close you were to your final breath, but I now realize that you knew it was your time to go. Taken far
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You were my first palliative patient. We discussed your symptoms and your pain but I failed to discuss what made you, you. On your last few days you had video games stacked next to your bed. I had no idea you were a gamer. By the time
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For all the clients I have helped in the journey of end of life. To my PSW staff that I have supported in this journey. To the families that I have and continue to support in the end of life journey.
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As a health care staff, we too need time to “stop” and “breath” and reflect about our thoughts re: Our patients and our own experience of death and dying. If we can’t reflect than what is the point of the experience.
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Legacy You are the thread, I am the needle Let us stick together the stories of your life You pick the fabric of each memory Select the vibrant colours and varied textures Collected from the dusty rag bag in the laundry room Or clipped from the love-worn
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Thank you to my clients, their families and my colleagues for helping me learn the art of hospice palliative care! I <3 what I do!!
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Hello Mr. Clarke, We wondered why we as a couple were going through the palliative journey. Well you are gone now but I can tell you I am working hard to make others’ journeys the best they can be with the schooling you pushed me to get
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I remember the bed the living room, I am glad it was there for all of us. The place you had spend your last couple of days before you went back to the hospital. We sat on it curled up with all the cousins. It was an
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