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

All Stories

All Stories

You were my first palliative patient

You were my first palliative patient

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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This is a beautiful space

This is a beautiful space

This is such a beautiful space to reflect and remember our loved ones.

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To the families that I have supported

To the families that I have supported

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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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 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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I love what I do

I love what I do

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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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 hard 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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It’s an act of love

It’s an act of love

My grandson’s new wife, only 24, who has a very rare blood type received an urgent request. She donates blood regularly for herself and others with her rare type and always knows where her supply is kept. The request: have you ever thought of stem cell donation,

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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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