How hospice helped my mother find peace
There was a lot about that place I didn't want to see or hear. The buzzing and whirring of ventilators; the loud call bells; near-dead patients; nurses running around with IV pumps and tubes dangling along behind them; the heart-stopping…
There was a lot about that place I didn’t want to see or hear.
The buzzing and whirring of ventilators; the loud call bells; near-dead patients; nurses running around with IV pumps and tubes dangling along behind them; the heart-stopping “Code Blue” warning; or the electrical sizzle of a patient getting shocked as someone screams, “All clear!”
I didn’t want to do it.
Just a few days before, I had buried my mom.
First …
How hospice helped my mother find peace






















