Today was an exceptionally busy day at hospice. Several admissions, shuffling beds to give single rooms to near-death patients who had been in double rooms, complex family meetings, getting to know new patients and their families, and so on. I’d expected it to be a slow, even awkward day to find rooms empty after three patients had died during the weekend with whom I’d developed an unusually close relationship: one because I’d known the person prior to working at hospice, and the others because they’d been with us for several weeks.
None of us had time to grieve for them or to take a breather between comings and goings. We worked as a smooth team: nurses, doctors, counsellors, volunteers, office staff. I’m so proud of them all. Without blinking twice we were there for the new patients, for their families and several pets. Hugs, tears, laughter, how can I be of service. A good place to come to die!