Saturday, April 25, 2026

THREE HOURS

“John”, ninety years old, had suffered from lung disease for many years. He easily adjusted by continuing to live his life.  He accepted his situation, but with his strong personality, he had positive thoughts about managing tasks that he felt he needed to manage.  

We met John’s wife and two children in the family room.  They all had us laughing from the moment we entered their home.  So many use humor to cope, which gives folks good support.  

 

So frequently, after we explain hospice’s support; along with talking about the patient’s illness, families will tell us stories about the patient.  One is so much more than their illness, but it is right in one’s face daily.  Everyone has stories which define who one is.  Coincidences are all part of the story. 



THREE HOURS 

 

 He had adjusted to his lung problems 

as has dealt with it for many years. 

Recently things have become more challenging 

as it is a lot harder for him to breathe. 

 

His oxygen levels have been increased 

as he gets short of breath with any exertion. 

Due to weakness, he cannot get out of bed. 

He has not eaten anything for over two days. 

 

His devoted family gathered around yesterday 

as we opened him to our hospice for support. 

He slept throughout the entire visit. 

The hospice nurse said, “It won’t be long”.  

 

Three hours after we left, he took his last breath. 

I spoke with his son today to check in. 

“He just rolled over and stopped breathing. 

It happened so fast; he gave us a gift.” 

 

“There was so much support  

as our entire family was at the bedside. 

We all are doing alright as 

                         it was so peaceful. 

 

He ended with sharing another family event. 

“My brother-in-law has been on hospice too. 

By stunning coincidencehe also died yesterday. 

It was so soon after my dad; in just, 

                         three hours' time. 

 

 

Saturday, April 18, 2026

GUIDED

 I have always been guided spiritually when doing Social Work.  I talk to my gang up above before meeting any patient or family.  “Kelly”, sixty-seven, was diagnosed with kidney cancer five years ago.  I met Kelly and her husband, “Ted”, two weeks ago when we admitted Kelly to our Palliative Care program.  She had some weakness but was able to manage a majority of her needs.

These past two weeks, though, have been very dramatic for her due to a huge downturn.  Due to that decline, she met the criteria for hospice.  She was admitted to hospice yesterday by one of our admitting nurses.  I called Ted this afternoon at about p.m. to check in on how they were all doingI felt I was guided from above to make a visit.  Thank you guys up there.   You always guide me to where I need to go.


GUIDED


I met them two weeks ago

when admitting her to Palliative Care.

She was so realistic and accepting as shared,

“I am living my life the best that I can.

                         It is what it is."


She then had a rapid, steep decline;

bedbound, weak, no longer eating.

She met the criteria for hospice

and was admitted to our program yesterday.


I called him this afternoon to check in with him; 

to inform him about Social Work support.

His grief was apparent; he sounded so sad.

“Can a grief counselor come out today?”

       

I suddenly felt my inner heart soften and replied, “Yes”.

Thirty minutes later, I was greeted at their front door

by him and his thirty-year-old autistic son.

I counseled on grief and loss which they were thankful for.


They both then immediately started sharing her life;

talking about her accomplishments; but mostly her love.

Routinely, she told her son, “I love you”.

He would answer, "I love you more.

She always then would say, “I love you most”.


It was after-hours, but I was guided to their home.

I just let go and let the visit flow as needed.

“You have helped us so much. I am so glad you came”.               

I then quietly thought;

                         “I love you most.