Small measure of relief
When I reflect on what hospice means to me it becomes very personal and gives meaning to those words.
My first experience with hospice was on the receiving end of all that care. Nineteen years ago my husband was diagnosed with stage four Melanoma, was admitted as one of the first patients to the then, brand new Andy Moog Hospice house and spent his last days there. Needless to say it was a very difficult time for us and our three young children. In the face of all of our struggles the staff of the house brought compassion, professionalism and support into an otherwise grim time. I always felt as though they went the extra length to bring him comfort and give me some peace of mind when I wasn’t always able to be by his side.
Fast forward 13 years, my children are grown, and I’m ready to give back into a program I feel very passionate about. With training sponsored by the Penticton Hospice Society I became involved as a palliative massage volunteer along with several other very capable and compassionate individuals.
One day we will all be at the end of our earthly journey and I for one am thankful to be part of a community that has such a ‘safe haven’ of hospice.