Dear Nana, They say that vitality in life is a function of participation. I never met someone who was a demonstration of that like you were. Whether tending to your beautiful garden, managing your office, keeping up with your dogs, or going out on one of your shopping outings, I never met a more active person. You always seemed to...
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I watched as she threw her head back so that it hung over the edge of the bed, hair dangling to the floor; long, thick and silky hair; not like mine – frizzy, wild and hard to manage. That summer night in 1957, Pam showed me how to brush my hair. She held the brush deliberately, pulling it through her hair...
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I was the nurse assigned to Rose that evening shift in the Coronary Care Unit. Three days prior, she had suffered a heart attack. As I made my rounds and introduced myself, her petite body seemed frail and nearly invisible beneath the white-weave blanket. Though of the age where women color their hair blue-gray and wear it in tight...
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It was with sadness and dread that I received a phone call from one of our hospital discharge planners telling me a patient, Joyce, had gone home and wanted me to call her. Joyce was a former coworker with me in another agency and was, ironically, their first hospice nurse.
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