Leave it at the door Don’t bring your work home with you That might work for a garbage man or maybe a tree cutter, but those rules don’t apply to a hospice nurse. I am probably thinking about you from the moment I shut your door behind me. I am probably still thinking of you… Continue reading All The Time
It’s a little chilly in your bathroom, but, you are sweating and have the fan strategically blowing in your face. Your color is pale, almost like a pre tanned vacation photo except you have look that alerts others you aren’t well. Eyes are sunken, the brightness that once was there is no more. The dark… Continue reading Thank You
Where you there when you could no longer speak? Was your soul still present? Could you hear us all around your bed.. talking with you… sometimes happy.. sometimes sad? When was the moment that you let go? A lot of times, when people are passing, they fall into states where they are no longer responsive. … Continue reading When Did You Go?
As I often do, I found myself thinking about things I could blog about tonight… Should I talk about the lady with dementia who responds to basically no one and nothing but responded to a chocolate doughnut I brought her? Or would it be better to blog about the man, whose wife is clearly passing,… Continue reading A Mixed Bag