We touch people all day long. But the truth is that we ourselves are often the ones touched by this work! Take yesterday, for example . . .
Touching Story #1.
I arrived at the room of one of our young patients. She was lying on her side with her eyes closed, actively dying. Her beautiful face reflected the glow of several strings of twinkle lights that her friends had strung around her hospital bed – lighting up the bed rails, the head and foot boards, the legs of the bed, and the frame. It was spectacular!
Touching Story #2.
The name sounded familiar. Sure enough, one of our new admissions was a patient I had seen before, in 2015, while he was on service with another hospice company that I worked for at the time. This patient achieved an
unexpected remission and discontinued hospice service. Now, nearly a decade later (and having been able to raise his children to young adulthood), he has by chance signed on to a different hospice where I now happen to work. It was a teary reunion.
Touching Story #3.
Our chapel is often used for funerals and memorial services. But last weekend, a beautiful bride and groom exchanged vows and rings in an intimate wedding ceremony at the T. Boone Pickens Hospice Center so that the
groom’s mother with end-stage cancer could attend. A reminder of the sorrow and the joy, the beginnings and the endings, the laughter and the tears that help us know we are alive.
Shared by: Cindy
