Hospice ADLs: My Adventures of Daily Learning.59
I began these words less than twenty-four hours after the first session of the spring grief support group I lead.
Men. Women. Stoic. Uncomfortable. A few cried. A few obviously held back tears. Though I don’t ask (or expect) them to say much in the opening gathering, several were articulate with their responses. And several barely managed to share their names. One or two slumped in their chairs, most were upright, all appeared to focus on everything I said.
They are over 55 years of age. This is the “senior” death of spouse/partner group. These “strangers” have been with a beloved for as little as a decade and more than half a century.
Have they cared for a husband or wife for years when finally (maybe wishing death and the end to suffering would’ve happened sooner or maybe secretly fearing the slow, anguished dying would never end) their beloved did die?
Were they making vacation plans, awaiting the arrival of a grandchild or wondering if they should remodel the kitchen . . . and then on one awful day a doctor’s appointment led to a hospital room and then became a call to hospice and within a month (or less), their beloved abruptly died?
Death can take a long, long time.
Death can come—how right the Bible is about this line—“like a thief in the night.” Continue reading