Most of us have not had the privilege of caring for the dying. I was so moved by this beatiful story of caring for a loving husband and wife at the end xx Rowena
They had hospital beds side by side in their apartment at the nursing home where they lived. She had end-stage bone cancer, barely holding onto life. He was diagnosed with failure to thrive, the only thing he was holding onto in this life was her.
She had weeks to live and every moment was wrought with pain. They both had 24-hour care and the hospice nurses used everything at their disposal to make her comfortable. Her words were barely audible and she was bed bound. She had to be moved every few hours to avoid bedsores but every movement was agonizing. He was constantly concerned about her, wanting to be near her, hoping to depart this world at the very moment she did. He made that clear, announcing that he did not want to live a moment past her last breath – though his health indicated he would.
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