Allowed

A few weeks ago, I was seated around the bedside of a mother and grandmother, talking with her children. The patient was dancing between this world and the next, so peacefully and her daughters were just relived that she was finally reaching the end of a years long struggle. It had glorious highs with hopeful… Continue reading Allowed

The Hurt Is Worse The Second Time

I am a hospice nurse, I get it.  It’s the job I signed up for.  I know that I will be helping patients, who are terminally ill, live out their final days with dignity, freedom of choice and, as much as I can provide, free of pain.  Often times, as with all things beyond our… Continue reading The Hurt Is Worse The Second Time