Blankets: Our Need For Comfort

One of my guys in hospice seems to have retreated further within himself. Today he barely acknowledged me in this noisiest of urban nursing facilities specializing in mental health. He seems to be busy or preoccupied now, trying to concentrate. Perhaps he's let go of all volition and has something to teach me. I sit. … Continue reading Blankets: Our Need For Comfort →

Some Heroes and Our Heroism

"Heroes Work Here" we read on signs in front of most nursing homes and some of the hospitals. I'm seeing a bright display staked outside in the dirt, in varied colors with balloons attached. Is it an advertisement to passing onlookers that herein labor our society's Essential Workers? To prompt the bowing of heads and … Continue reading Some Heroes and Our Heroism →

Dying Is Irritating

Why are the dying in such foul moods sometimes? Why the moodiness when you say you're not in pain, Mr. Hospice? Is it a pain you don't know how to talk about? Well, I can say this: For those not fully invested in their consciousness being transferred to some sweet hereafter, it's irritating when we're … Continue reading Dying Is Irritating →

Basements and High-Rises: Hospice Goes to Chicago Redux

The most interesting patients tend to fall into economic extremes -- housed in either impoverished basements or have beautiful views high above the cityscape. I once rented a basement apartment because of the location and price and loved it but would not invite sober guests there. And the light was bad. People so situated and … Continue reading Basements and High-Rises: Hospice Goes to Chicago Redux →