The difference in how my father was looked after when dying 25 years ago and the care of my mother last year in hospice. Now it is known as Palliative Care. I thank you — all who have been instrumental in moving us forward in this model
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The moment it occurred to me that it’s hard watching people die for a living, but a beautiful thing watching them live right until they die.
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Caring for a coworker as she was dying. I felt so privileged that someone whom I had worked along side for many years would trust me enough to allow me to be a part of her final journey. Thank you Carol.
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Sherry, Cody, Justin, French, Ashley… So young to be taken from this earth with endocarditis, an infectious complication of your suffering from addiction to prescription opioids. Today I honour you and hold you in the light. Thank you for sharing with me, teaching me, trusting me. I
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He looked at me and asked “Is this it?” I looked at him, my eyes dewy with compassion and took his hand saying “It very well could be.” He squeezed my hand, struggling to breath he said “I just want you to know it have been my
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Being present/but not present at the same time when my dad was actively dying. I didn’t fully understand as a daughter or a new nurse. Year later, palliative care is my focus so I can hopefully help others understand what is happening and feel supported.
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Sharing. “Remembering my past makes me realize how much I have done and that I’m not only sick and dying.” I’m still worth something after these words she left us… for a better place.
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In June 2013 my mother passed away, I was homeless for 8 days as a result of a devastating flood and I provided medical care to a 36-year old physician colleague. He was weeks from completing his surgical residency training and starting a long-awaited Fellowship in the
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“Fare thee well… why should I weep? To see thee thus so soundly sleep…” TO know that there is no right way to grieve. That grief, the pain of grief, stays with you forever…it may adjust and you can live again…but you are forever transformed by it.
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My grandfather. He was a silent, kind, loving man. He looked after all children & grand-children with a very humble, quiet demeanor. I’m glad that he fulfilled his wish of passing away at home. I’m sorry I missed saying goodbye by one hour. He has left a
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