Sunday, May 1, 2022

HER MOTHER'S WISHES

 The hospice nurse and I went out to admit, “Carolyn”, eighty-two, to hospice.  Carolyn was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease only seven years ago.  In addition, she was on insulin for diabetes.  Carolyn lived with her only child, her daughter, “Rebecca”.  Rebecca worked out of the home and had been caring for her mother alone until recently.  Carolyn has had a steep decline these past few weeks.  Rebecca has hired twenty-four-hour attendant care.  

The moment the hospice nurse and I walked into their home, Rebecca took us into a back bedroom where she brought out her mother’s Durable Power of Attorney for Health Care.  It clearly stated, “If I ever get dementia or Alzheimer’s, stop my insulin.”  Rebecca wanted to show us what her mother’s wishes were.    


She loved her mother dearly and struggled with following her mother’s wishes.  I told her that I would worry more, if she didn’t struggle with it at all.  Rebecca wanted reassurance that she was supporting her mother in the correct way.  I stated that her mother trusted that she would follow her wishes by appointing her the health care agent. 

 

Rebecca shed many appropriate tears during our visit.  We spoke about the process involved with following her mother’s wishes.  No one ever wants a loved one to die, but more strongly, we do not want them to suffer.  It is Rebecca’s love for her mother that is allowing her to follow her wishes.   It is not giving up, it is letting go.  



HER MOTHER’S WISHES 

 

 

It’s just been her and her mother 

after her father was no longer around. 

Mom had a brilliant and educated mind 

working as a college professor in town. 

 

She showed us their enormous bookcase 

with more than a hundred books on the shelves. 

My mom has read those and so many more. 

Reading was something she so dearly loved.” 

 

Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease 

only seven years ago this month. 

She was doing okay at first, 

but now she’s in a rapid decline. 

 

“My total focus is all about my mom 

as I am her agent for her health care wishes. 

She wrote if she ever got dementia; 

stop my insulin.  I cannot live that way.” 

 

She wants to follow her mother’s wishes, 

although it is the hardest thing for her to do. 

She doesn’t want her mother to suffer, 

although her instinct says to not let her go. 

 

Her powerful love for her mother is guiding her, 

to stop the insulin; to let her go, to say goodbye. 

It is, absolutely one of the hardest tasks for her to do, 

but it is not that complicated as her mother was clear. 

 

I wrote it all down so simply. 

You will truly know what to do. 

I cannot live with dementia and diabetes. 

It’s time for me to let go, my dearest daughter. 

               It’s time to say goodbye.                

 

Saturday, April 23, 2022

YES, I BELIEVE

“Jonathan” was only forty-seven when he came onto hospice with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease).  Jonathan was totally paralyzed except for his head.  He struggled with communication and had a machine that allowed his eyes to type what he wished to say.  The first time I met up with Jonathan, his brother was visiting from out of town.  Immediately, Jonathan’s humor shined.  He had both of us laughing so hard.  

Jonathan was very realistic and accepting of his diagnosis and poor prognosis.  Through it all, he never complained.  He never felt he was being punished typing, “It is what it is”.  Jonathan had a wonderful and supportive family along with so many friends.  Each time I visited, there were always at least two visitors. 

 

Jonathan’s wife, “Nancy”, was very stoic.  I believe she felt a strong responsibility to make sure all was going well.  Jonathan and Nancy had two pre-teen sons.  I know Nancy was worried about them as much as she was concerned about her husband.   

 

Today, the moment I walked into the lobby and saw that it was her, I had strong guidance from above, to share with her my last conversation with Jonathan.  We both had tears flowing while I spoke with her.  I so believe today was meant to be.   



YES, I BELIEVE 

  

Today was a quiet day. 

Nothing scheduled for me at all. 

Was the day meant to be that still? 

               Yes, I believe it was. 

 

I helped my co-workers out a tad bit. 

Making four to five phone calls is all. 

Was the day meant to be that relaxing? 

               Yes, I believe it was. 

 

She walked into the office early afternoon. 

She asked for help with paperwork. 

They called me up front as knew I was available. 

I hadn’t seen her for over ten weeks. 

 

Her husband was on hospice for almost six months. 

I had only met her twice before, as most visits, 

she was at work and not at home. 

Her focus totally on tasks while trying to cope. 

 

I put my arm around her and quietly said, 

“I will never forget your husband. 

On my last visit with him, I was able to say; 

I have only met two angels in my life. 

Jonathon, you are number three”. 

 

He was an old soul, with so many gifts. 

He is truly a glorious angel; guided from above. 

We both had tears as we both knew, 

she was meant to walk in to meet up with me. 

                Yes, she was.