Yesterday, you’d met the hospice’s admitting nurse at the hospital. She’d promised that “your hospice team” would soon phone to schedule a first visit. A person—you couldn’t remember the name—had called several hours before. Soon had become now.
For a moment, you consider not answering the door. You don’t like meeting new people. You don’t like strangers in your home. They will judge your lousy housekeeping. They will make messes. They will ask questions you’d rather not answer. They will irritate your already irritable and very sick spouse.
If you didn’t answer, would they leave?
Do you really need hospice?
What if your beloved gets better? In the past, the disease seemed to be winning and then, like a miracle—along with lengthy hospital stays, terrible chemo treatments, and more trips to the doctors’ offices—your spouse bounced back to nearly normal.
But this time, normal seems impossible.
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