Should it have a catchy title like The Ex-Con and His Dying Dad or No Restraining Order at Heaven’s Gate? What about the simple: The Last Bath?
Not long ago, chatting with a colleague, one of my memories as a hospice chaplain was triggered.
I’d visited a patient and his family multiple times over several months. As is sometimes the case on a first visit, I wouldn’t have guessed this husband and father had cancer and would die before summer’s end. He was tending his garden when I arrived. That would be the last time I saw him outside. A visit or two later, he stayed on the couch, and eventually couldn’t leave his hospital bed. His loving wife was attentive and so overwhelmed. On several visits, more of my time was spent with her than the “patient.”
With her worries.
With her need to pray.
With holding her hand while a nurse adjusted her husband’s medication or treated places where his skin threatened to break down. Read More →by