The nurses looking after my dying father at the moment. He’s not going down without a fight and they’re helping him all the way. And

Kindness Changes Everything
The nurses looking after my dying father at the moment. He’s not going down without a fight and they’re helping him all the way. And
I’d like to share some reflections on the death of a patient. I’ve thought about her a lot. She gave me explicit consent to tweet
This blog was supposed to be a habitat for my thoughts as a Samaritan. A berth for me to sometimes share the message of the Samaritans,
“…by the time you read this, I will be in heaven.” This was the opening to 7-year-old Marshall Clark’s final heartbreaking message to his family
I’m currently sat on a cancer ward at the hospital, waiting for my mum to be discharged after she had surgery to remove a tumor,
It’s Wednesday night, just me and my 7 year-old daughter, and I’m having a hard time settling into the play time I promised earlier when
When a person dies, even members of the same family, experience their grief differently and this difference can cause more pain and more damage than
With the death of my Mom, my anxiety found new life. Like any parasite from a host, it crept into my veins and fed off
I woke up this morning with a bad case of the blues. I’m not really sure what to write. Depression has her way with me
Hello everyone. This is a rather tragic story. It will not be suitable for light hearts. It’s my deepest, most darkest history, which led to
All of us know the downside of caregiving and grieving. We know the physical and emotional demands we face as caregivers, and the heaviness and
I’m ashamed. As someone who prides herself on promptness, I am more than a little tardy. In fact, one might accuse me of being over
One of the synchronicities of life is that when my Dad’s cancer returned my sometimes boss, Wendy Macnaughton, was Artist in Residence at the Zen
In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in
My last living grandparent passed away on Thanksgiving Day this year. My grandma spent her final days on this earth in her own bed, in
I’d never cut anybody else’s nails until I was thirty-one years of age. Then, in the space of a couple of weeks, I was cutting
“And I know it aches and your heart it breaks and you can only take so much…. Walk on.” -U2, Walk On It was my
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about
Ed was an elderly man living in an assisted-living home in Washington and under hospice care. He had not been outside for several years as
Recently, on the reddit website, a question was Posed to people who know they are dying: The question was – (What) does your day look
A dying man gave me a book once. I didn’t know he was dying and he didn’t know he was giving me so much more
My grandparents were married for almost 60 years. At the time, my granddad was in his late 70s and due to his unhealthy diet (the
My husband died a year ago today. I will not refer to it as an anniversary. To me, Anniversaries are happy occasions and to remember
When my wife was dying from cancer…one of the cleaning ladies…who didn’t even speak much English….brought her a small stuffed animal her mother had hand
…A few humbling kind experiences all wrapped into one: Humbling experience #1. My mom got suddenly diagnosed with cancer and deteriorated unbelievably quickly. She seemed