The last words I spoke to my dad before he died, was a message I left on his answering machine. Actually, it was two messages; one saying...

I have seen the look of panic when a family member tells me their loved one is seeing people in their room and having conversations with...

I walked into the apartment having absolutely no idea what I was going to be presented with, or what my role was to be. There was...

Every morning I wake up with this feeling that things will be back to normal and the Virus will no longer hold space in our lives, as...

Being a hospice nurse during a time when our world is trying desperately to navigate the COVID virus has not been easy, to say the least....

I was visiting a patient recently who lived in a facility where there were multiple COVID-positive residents. I walked down the long...

Many years ago, I worked in a hospice house; there were ten beds, which were almost always occupied. Some days, there was a patient...

I have been doing some serious reflecting. I feel a little like a seesaw in that some days I am up... and some days I am down. I know...

I cry a lot lately. I always have but the tears I have been letting loose more recently are due to the myriad of emotions this virus has...

As a hospice nurse, part of the comfort I provide for both patients and their families, is a long lingering hug that says, “I got you, I...

For the first time, at least for as long as I have been alive, the entire world is going through the same thing simultaneously. This...

For the past eight days I have been quarantined at home due to having multiple symptoms that fall in line with the virus. It has been a...

Each visit I had with Henry, except for only once because it was raining, was outside on the porch swing that hung from an old oak tree...

I visited with a patient the other day while at the same time our world was in the midst of the Coronavirus crisis. Before heading in I...

I consider it a privilege when we are asked to care for someone at the end of their life; to have them trust us to come into their home,...

There are moments in life when words feel too heavy… or not enough. In those moments, I often send a simple text message, one red heart. No explanation, no expectation, just a quiet way of saying: I am thinking of you. You are not alone. You are held. I started doing this after sitting at bedsides, witnessing so many last goodbyes. In the quiet that followed, I felt a pull to reach out to those who were left behind, to remind them that even after everything, they were not alo

A blog I wrote after witnessing a man take the Medical Aid in Dying (MAID) medications with his family gathered around him. I had spent...

This job is tough. Today was one of those days when I completely understand what people mean when they say, “I don’t know how you can do...

One of the things I have become very drawn to are the visions that patient’s see as they near the end of their life. I have heard stories...

Someone recently asked me why we call it a “good death”. She is the daughter of a man who was nearing the end of his life and someone had...