In the line of my work, I meet so many amazing and wonderful people. Now and then, I meet up with a kindred spirit. Typically the connection is instant. Somehow we understand each other on a deeper level.
I had a sudden connection with this particular patient. Fortunately, I have been able to visit her quite often this past year. We have talked frequently about being kindred spirits. In addition, her family history and mine have crossed paths. I believe we were meant to meet in this life.
NATURAL
Each time we meet up,
it feels so right; so natural.
It was that way from the start;
an instantaneous connection.
She is my hero.
Her love of life; of people; of each day.
She'll laugh so easily and tease one moment;
the next; say how she has been so lucky in life.
She wishes we had met years ago.
We both would like more time to be together,
but she is slowly declining
wondering why she is still here.
Our history has crossed before;
her ancestors and mine.
Connected to one small town up north;
several generations past.
She is thirty years my senior,
but we are kindred spirits.
We were meant to meet in this life.
Our paths were meant to cross.
It is so comfortable being with her.
We understand and connect so strongly to each other.
Our spirits have united before; and will again.
It is the natural order of things.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
OUT OF BODY
I follow my spirit regarding my “out-of-body” experience. There are times I share the entire story, or like this family member, just a sentence or two. I follow my spirits who guide me from above. It was a very difficult three weeks for me those eighteen months ago, but I would do it all over again, knowing how much people are touched when I am guided to share. It was well worth it. My patients and families are doing the hard part, not me. I feel so blessed and honored to have had such an amazing experience.
OUT OF BODY
It happened again today.
I shared my story.
My peek of the other side;
my few moments of crossing over.
It was a long three week ordeal.
My strength came from those I love.
Hardship, but amazing lessons I have learned.
Honored to have been given a preview of what is to come.
I don't share it often,
but take guidance from above.
Reactions always tell me,
it gives solace, validation, peace.
His dad took a dramatic, downhill turn.
He knows his time is soon.
With a somber face, he will focus
on tasks that need to be done.
He was efficient, organized, concerned.
I told him, “His dad leaving is much too soon.”
I then shared a small part of my peek into heaven.
His heart melted while tears began to flow.
Making a difference in someone’s life,
make it all the more worthwhile.
They are doing the hard part, not me.
Thank you God for your gifts to us all.
OUT OF BODY
It happened again today.
I shared my story.
My peek of the other side;
my few moments of crossing over.
It was a long three week ordeal.
My strength came from those I love.
Hardship, but amazing lessons I have learned.
Honored to have been given a preview of what is to come.
I don't share it often,
but take guidance from above.
Reactions always tell me,
it gives solace, validation, peace.
His dad took a dramatic, downhill turn.
He knows his time is soon.
With a somber face, he will focus
on tasks that need to be done.
He was efficient, organized, concerned.
I told him, “His dad leaving is much too soon.”
I then shared a small part of my peek into heaven.
His heart melted while tears began to flow.
Making a difference in someone’s life,
make it all the more worthwhile.
They are doing the hard part, not me.
Thank you God for your gifts to us all.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
WHY?
Why?
What's it all about?
Lying there asleep;
slumped over.
She doesn't recognize anyone.
She barely speaks at all.
She's having trouble swallowing.
She spends her days asleep.
She's been widowed nine years.
Her three sons have all died before her.
Her two daughters-in-law do care,
but they live so far away.
What is her life's purpose now?
Is there still more to be done?
When will her struggle be over?
Why?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
Lying there asleep;
slumped over.
She doesn't recognize anyone.
She barely speaks at all.
She's having trouble swallowing.
She spends her days asleep.
She's been widowed nine years.
Her three sons have all died before her.
Her two daughters-in-law do care,
but they live so far away.
What is her life's purpose now?
Is there still more to be done?
When will her struggle be over?
Why?
What's it all about?
Monday, August 10, 2015
HELL
The first thing one notices
is her lovely, sweet smile.
One would never guess;
she's been to Hell.
1945; sixteen years old.
Hiroshima; Nagasaki.
Losing her home; her town;
her father; three brothers.
Her eyes filled with tears
while telling her story,
then the subject quickly changed
to a much easier topic;
her dying.
She wants no treatment.
She's tired of doctors; the hospital.
Telling those around her,
"I just want to die peacefully
in my own home".
If she were angry, we'd understand.
If she were bitter, we'd get that too.
But, Hell has made her wiser;
so much wiser than us all.
Insightful;
hopeful;
forgiving;
She's been to Hell.
is her lovely, sweet smile.
One would never guess;
she's been to Hell.
1945; sixteen years old.
Hiroshima; Nagasaki.
Losing her home; her town;
her father; three brothers.
Her eyes filled with tears
while telling her story,
then the subject quickly changed
to a much easier topic;
her dying.
She wants no treatment.
She's tired of doctors; the hospital.
Telling those around her,
"I just want to die peacefully
in my own home".
If she were angry, we'd understand.
If she were bitter, we'd get that too.
But, Hell has made her wiser;
so much wiser than us all.
Insightful;
hopeful;
forgiving;
She's been to Hell.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
HI
"Don", sixty-eight" suffers from dementia and end stage cardiac disease. Don is divorced and lives alone, although has had full-time hired attendant care in the home for three years. Don had been doing okay until yesterday. He declined rapidly overnight to where now, he cannot walk, is struggling to breathe and not able to eat.
Don spent last evening in the Emergency Room. The doctors could only treat his symptoms as his heart is failing. Don's daughter, "Carlye" is the executor of his estate. Carlye is devoted to her father. She is aware that he is dying and wants him comfortable.
The admission nurse and I went out this afternoon to open Don to hospice. The nurse was working diligently addressing Don's discomfort. Don was suffering from "Terminal Agitation." Some patients, hours before they die, get restless and experience what Don is going through. At one point, the nurse told me later, that Don's heart did stop for one minute.
Don would rock back and forth and struggle to get a comfortable spot. Several times throughout our visit, he would stop rocking, his eyes would click in to us and he would so sweetly say in a soft whisper, "Hi". I saw such a gentle man who was thinking of others. Don had calmed down quite a bit by the time the nurse and I left two hours later. Caryle knows to call hospice with any changes or questions.
Carlye said that every Christmas her father would buy bicycles for the children in the community. She shared several other stories about his generosity. Even in dying, Don was thinking of others. What a legacy he will be leaving. I feel honored to have met him.
ADDENDUM: Don died two days later with his daughter by his side. Carlye said that her father's death was peaceful and calm. So deserving for such a sweet man.
"HI"
He looked so uncomfortable.
Restless, fidgety, holding his head.
Inhaling deep gasps, struggling to breathe.
Distressing us all to see him suffer so.
He had been a very successful businessman.
He was well known in his town
for his generosity; his kindness; his wealth.
Now he is confused and not aware we are there.
He would lie back, then lean forward.
He couldn't find a comfortable spot.
Every now and then, his eyes would open,
he would see us and so sweetly whisper, "Hi."
He had an amazing spirit.
His big generous heart shone through.
Thinking of others before himself.
Struggling so, but still a gentleman.
For the two hours we were there,
he continued in this vain.
Trying to get comfortable,
seeing us, then a soft, sweet "Hi."
He had calmed down some
as we were getting ready to leave.
I stroked his head and said some words.
He looked up to me and softy said
in his kind sweet voice,
"Thank you."
Don spent last evening in the Emergency Room. The doctors could only treat his symptoms as his heart is failing. Don's daughter, "Carlye" is the executor of his estate. Carlye is devoted to her father. She is aware that he is dying and wants him comfortable.
The admission nurse and I went out this afternoon to open Don to hospice. The nurse was working diligently addressing Don's discomfort. Don was suffering from "Terminal Agitation." Some patients, hours before they die, get restless and experience what Don is going through. At one point, the nurse told me later, that Don's heart did stop for one minute.
Don would rock back and forth and struggle to get a comfortable spot. Several times throughout our visit, he would stop rocking, his eyes would click in to us and he would so sweetly say in a soft whisper, "Hi". I saw such a gentle man who was thinking of others. Don had calmed down quite a bit by the time the nurse and I left two hours later. Caryle knows to call hospice with any changes or questions.
Carlye said that every Christmas her father would buy bicycles for the children in the community. She shared several other stories about his generosity. Even in dying, Don was thinking of others. What a legacy he will be leaving. I feel honored to have met him.
ADDENDUM: Don died two days later with his daughter by his side. Carlye said that her father's death was peaceful and calm. So deserving for such a sweet man.
"HI"
He looked so uncomfortable.
Restless, fidgety, holding his head.
Inhaling deep gasps, struggling to breathe.
Distressing us all to see him suffer so.
He had been a very successful businessman.
He was well known in his town
for his generosity; his kindness; his wealth.
Now he is confused and not aware we are there.
He would lie back, then lean forward.
He couldn't find a comfortable spot.
Every now and then, his eyes would open,
he would see us and so sweetly whisper, "Hi."
He had an amazing spirit.
His big generous heart shone through.
Thinking of others before himself.
Struggling so, but still a gentleman.
For the two hours we were there,
he continued in this vain.
Trying to get comfortable,
seeing us, then a soft, sweet "Hi."
He had calmed down some
as we were getting ready to leave.
I stroked his head and said some words.
He looked up to me and softy said
in his kind sweet voice,
"Thank you."
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