I recently sat beside my 325th patient who chose to exercise their legal right to ingest the Medical Aid in Dying (MAID) medications. No matter how many times I bear witness to the end of a human life, it remains an honor. While I understand there are many people who do not support MAID, and I respect that, it is something I do support because I have seen the suffering that often comes long before the decision itself. No one arrives at this choice lightly. It usually comes af

It’s one of the most common questions caregivers carry, and one of the heaviest. It usually comes after a decision that didn’t feel like a choice at all. Moving someone out of the home. Starting hospice. Saying yes to more care. Saying no to something you thought you would always say yes to. And then the quiet comes… and with it, the question. Did I do the right thing? Here’s what I gently offer to those sitting in that space: Ask yourself… Was your person safe? Were you abl

There is a place where love does not end when a life does. It is my memory... They continue to live on in the names I still say, in the stories I tell, and in the quiet moments that find their way back to me. It is as if my memories are colorful hearts hanging from trees beautiful moments left for all to see. Each memory tied gently, like something sacred… colorful, alive, moving with the wind the same way they are still moving within me. I will not stop saying their name. I

Working in end-of-life care has taught me a lot about life, about how we live it, and what we carry with us. What I see most often at the end isn’t fear, it is regret. Time spent holding onto anger, the weight of guilt, and the ache of unresolved hurt. And in those final moments, so many people are simply trying to let it go. I understand that, because I have carried a lot too. A lifetime of experiences, disappointments, and a version of myself shaped by how I thought others