I was in the hospital about 1998. Every night a young boy cried, he had cancer and wanted his meds. But the nurse wouldn’t give him. He cried every night for 2 hours. Poor boy was begging for relief from his pain. I asked the nurses giving
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“You’re going to help people right?!” were the last words you said to me. I can still see your face & the sparkle in your eyes as you looked up at me. Your death has been my driving force to further educate myself in order to advocate
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As a young child I didn’t attend my best friends’ mother’s funeral. She died of breast cancer and I was afraid. I didn’t understand what was happening and no one explained to me that attending was a great way to help/show love. I still regret missing that
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Our lives are so rich and living in our dying is no exception. We must continue to offer opportunity to explore the value in our lives through our deaths.
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