About Hospice...

The social worker called today. She wanted to talk about Aunt’s care when she’s home. I was at a loss as I have no answers. It will take a real special “earth angel” to care for her. I called a number I picked up at the post office 6 months ago; a home care provider. I have no idea if he still available. Hopefully he will return my call today. The social worker wanted to know if we had contacted Hospice or talked to Aunty about Hospice. Yesterday I spent a good but of an hour looking for information on line about Hospice and reading testimonials. The bottom line I found out about Hospice is that Aunty has to agree to Hospice Care. Okay, next step—who is going to talk to her about Hospice care. The social worker said she would do it. My answer was “More power to you!” I have no idea how Aunty will react. She may be quietly receptive or adamantly angry. Either way I can assure you I do not want to be there. I still have to get past the Taboo subject of Death. One would think with all the Death I have witnessed in the past 10 years it should roll easily off my tongue. But it does not… I am working on it. Talking about Hospice makes me remember my college days when a close friend of mine volunteered at the local Hospice Home. I had no idea what Hospice was back then. Now we receive cards from Hospice a couple times a year—in remembrance of those that have died. (I could have said those we have lost—but I am working on the death word...)