Eleanor…Memorial Day

Eleanor…Memorial Day

Eleanor…Memorial Day Back to blog Our visit began as it had for many months before. In my experience, terminal illnesses move at their own speed, with little or no control exercised by its host. With Eleanor, her illness has been merciful, and she has continued...
Mary Lou

Mary Lou

Mary Lou Back to blog Name and photo used with permission. “Have you been eating okay?” “Have you been getting your sleep?” “Are you in any pain?” These are the standard questions I ask of any hospice client Buckley and I serve, and the questions usually come...
Mary

Mary

Mary Back to blog With over three years of hospice volunteering under my belt, I have been somewhat conditioned to immediately feel a twinge of sadness when the phone rings – with a number I don’t recognize. “Stuart? This is Val – Mary’s...
Buckley and the Little Girl

Buckley and the Little Girl

Buckley and the Little Girl Back to blog It’s the routine days that sneak up and grab you. This was going to be a regular Monday morning; we stop first to visit Nancy – who is not under hospice care, but we stopped in to see her a year and a half ago on...
Tribe

Tribe

Tribe Back to blog When Buckley and I first began our weekly visits, Buckley cringed at some of the mistakes I made – either with the questions I would ask, or by the signs I would miss. “Do you have any visitors coming to see you tomorrow for...
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