Creating space to pause, reflect and share experiences with dying and death

Experiences

Experiences

It is an honour and a privilege

It is an honour and a privilege

I have been asked many times how I could work at Hospice… because everyone dies – no one ever gets better. My answer is: It is an honour and a privilege to care and comfort someone in the last days of their lives. We help them to

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A client just wanting to see his garden

A client just wanting to see his garden

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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We too need time to “stop” and “breath”

We too need time to “stop” and “breath”

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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You are the thread, I am the needle

You are the thread, I am the needle

Legacy You are the thread, I am the needle Let us stick together the stories of you 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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I move forward in your honour

I move forward in your honour

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 bard to make others’ journeys the best they can be with the schooling you pushed me to get

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We sat on the bed in the living room

We sat on the bed in the living room

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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A single bare lightbulb hung over the bed

A single bare lightbulb hung over the bed

12:30 am I stood in the bedroom of a sixty-four year old woman actively dying. Her 24 year old nephew and main caregiver by her side. Room was tiny and hot. A single bare lightbulb hung over the bed. A new family came and went by 2am.

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He was such a quiet, humble man

He was such a quiet, humble man

I remember everyone wondering how I coped so well after my father passed away two years ago, Some people openly commented about how strong I was, others just gave me fleeting looks of empathy and concern during a pause in our conversations. My apparent resilience made me

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I was in awe of this family

I was in awe of this family

Sitting with a family as they sat around the bed of their mom/wife/sister/grandmother/aunt. I was in awe of this family — all present and yet so scared, sad and angry. I could feel their love for my patient and yet so much stress in the room. I

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Duke was brought into her room

Duke was brought into her room

She died in the presence of “Duke” — the bird that she ensured was “tucked in” before she goes to bed every night. This is what “End of Life” care is about. As one of our residents is dying, “Duke” was brought into her room and stayed

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