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dolivia · 6 months
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Advantages of Hospice Care: 5 Compelling Reasons to Select It
Explore the numerous reasons to select hospice care and advantages of hospice care. Discover how hospice can provide comfort and support during difficult times.
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tangledinink · 1 year
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Casey had been listening to Uncle Tello, at first, taking great care to absorb all his lessons for a future without him in it. But as he did so, listening to this man who he had known and relied on his entire life, who had carried him around on his shoulders like he was weightless as a child, who he had once watched run a literal mile-long race with his brother just to end an argument (Casey had timed it himself,) this person who had always, without question, been strong and capable and confident and indestructible in Casey's eyes, even despite the world they lived in, in spite of everything... he came to a horrifying realization.
Looking at him now, Casey was quite certain that if he were to wrap his fingers around his thigh, his fingers would touch.
Based on the latest arc in @somerandomdudelmao Apocalypse Series. I am being very brave and choosing to trust them.
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nonranghaes · 9 months
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"it's just me."
you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.
"soonyoung--"
"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."
you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"
"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."
you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.
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arsenicflame · 10 months
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TWO - THE ANTLERS // BLACKHANDS
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gggoldfinch · 22 days
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watching a quiet place day one (I wasn’t able to see it in imax womp womp)
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arundolyn · 10 hours
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ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode
#crow.txt#the absolute levels of stress im under could create diamonds out of free floating carbon atoms my fucking god#can i have. Literally just one day of peace. just one!! fuck!!!!#at least now i have SOME validation from everyone else of shit that mom has honestly kinda always done#be absolutely furious and bitchy usually for no good goddamn reason and then immediately turn it off to look good in front of someone else#i had a feeling mom coming home was gonna be utterly miserable sooner rather than later#i literally cannot leave my room without her yelling for dad bc she thinks im him i guess. she has gotten him up like 4 times now#what the fuck do you want any of us to doooooooooooo. according to dad shes also just been really fucking hateful today#including to her SISTER who has been facilitating literally everything medically for her for the last month plus#like on one hand i know its hard and frustrating etc etc absolutely. on the other. what the fuck are you yelling at any of us for!#whatd we do! not a damn thing for the most part! holy shit im exhausted#and then im sure she will have the audacity to wonder why i dont really want to interact with her much rn#its very apparent she doesnt really understand whats going on or how much of anything works at this point including hospice care#but i truly cannot help you when your knee jerk response is to yell and be abusive. like. dads not been great either#bc hes also one to bitch and moan and yell abt shit. but like. so is mom. more than usual#and ill actually be damned if i let her treat me like that honestly ever again. like idk for once i can just#walk away from this behavior with zero consequences. i dont have to take it anymore. im not free but at least im fuckin closer than i was#guess my aunt wasnt kidding when she said her being coherent and rational last week might be the calm before the storm
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glacialswordsman · 8 days
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#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⸺ behind the scenes. ⊰ ooc ⊱#me thinking about everything with hsr yaya when he's a mourning actor#the loss of his mom and gallagher and misha and how he leaves penacony to mourn among the stars#how his songs have gone from something festive and cheery and fun to melancholic and grieving#how he sings and sings and sings until his voice goes raw and he loses it. only to repeat this whenever his voice recovers#but it's never the same as it used to be anymore due to how much he's damaged his vocal cords#how he fucking HATES the nameless & acheron. how he trusted lumine with his whole heart.#how he told her about his mother and her being a self-annihilator and the dream is basically her hospice.#only for him to lose her forever. how albedo reaches out to kaeya as a memokeeper. tries to be there for him while recording memories.#but yaya is just so jaded and numbed. he's tired. he's lost so much. he can't lose more if he keeps himself away.#he doesn't care if everything was for the greater good. what good *is* the greater good if he cannot keep someone for once.#and then i think about yaya and haitham. because holy shit ven has filled me with brainworms on their potential dynamic.#how haitham & yaya understand each other more than anyone else. how yaya is able to navigate convos with haitham just fine#and even finds him to be hilarious with his humor even if most people dont get it. dont get haitham.#how haitham can see yaya's masks and his different smiles. his different personas.#how haitham would know khaenriahn and would speak it with yaya and how much it devastates yaya in the best way.#how they send each other little gifts. how they sign off their letters to each other.#how they think of each other in their day-to-day lives#how *liberated* they both feel being near someone who understands them while also being afraid of being known#i just. im IN MY FEELINGS#IM GOING TO FUCKING SCREAM
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flameshardsgoo · 1 month
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bag tour!
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wellsbering · 1 year
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i generally don't post about my personal life on here, but i went to high school with ariel and watching her cystic fibrosis progress so rapidly in recent years has been devastating. she's entering hospice today and is raising money to pay for her care, as her insurance won't cover all of her medical bills and as we all know healthcare in the united states is unbelievably expensive.
please donate if you're able, and please reblog this so it can reach other people.
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baybelletrist · 10 months
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Once upon a time my town had an absolutely amazing sushi restaurant called Sushi Koko. It was run by a family; the mom, K, did a lot of the cooking, her daughter C waited tables, her son T did some of the cooking, and her business partner made the sushi. K retired several years ago and sold the restaurant to a very sweet Korean couple who couldn't make good Japanese food to save their lives. It closed for good not long after.
I fell out of touch with the family for a while, but then one day while I was sitting in my allergy clinic waiting room, waiting out my mandated 60 minutes after my shots, C came in. Since then, we've connected at the allergy clinic many times because we usually go on the same day around the same time. I knew that K was dealing with some serious health issues and was on dialysis, but she seem to be holding pretty stable until November 22nd, when she fell and hit her head on concrete. She had an ambulance trip to SF General initially and then was transferred to Kaiser in South San Francisco. A few days later, she made the decision to discontinue dialysis. C said the treatment was causing pain throughout her mom's body, and she just didn't want to do it anymore.
I spent an hour or so on Friday sitting with the family. K is on hospice care: visitors allowed in any number 24 hours a day. It surprised me how much Japanese I managed to dredge up from my studies 30 years ago. Nobody would mistake me for fluent, but I can manage a simple conversation about everyday things with some recourse to English words when the Japanese term just won’t come to mind.
K remembers me as the hirame engawa person from her restaurant days. (That’s a specific type of flounder that's very uncommon and special. It’s been so long that I had completely forgotten about it and don’t even remember what it tasted like anymore. But it’s wonderful that they have those fond memories of their longtime customers and guests.)
I’m so glad that I was able to go and sit with them and visit and tell K what she has meant to me. Hoping to get back there at least once or twice more. Their plans are all up in the air; they’re going day by day since K’s condition is impossible to predict.
Never wait to tell people what they’ve meant to you. All too often, we miss the chance, and then all that’s left is regret.
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kissmefriendly · 1 year
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Listening to The Amelia Project in 2017: Oh haha what a fun take on an office comedy! A death faking business, this is hilarious!
Listening to the Amelia Project in 2023: Death is inescapable, we will always leave behind those we love and be left behind, we do the best with the time we have and it is never enough, our stories will always outlive us so long as there is someone to tell them after we cannot
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magnoliamyrrh · 5 months
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also ive been working long enough that ive got residents telling me they love me when i say goodnight 😭😭😭😭 this job is like having so many grandparents
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milfbro · 6 months
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now I have to remember where I dropped off Master and Magarita so I can pick it back up asdfghjkl
I had to read Edward Said. You guys understand. But now I have to get back to it
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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 6 months
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Today the first time I almost had a kitchen fire 😬😬😬😬. Splitting headache so I was gonna make coffee but turned on the wrong burner (had my kettle on not the normal one I always have it in) and then was on the phone in the bedroom (other side of a doorway from the kitchen it’s a small apartment) and realized it smelled funny and came back and my skillet with a hint of cheese sauce from last night was SMOKING and well. Got every fan going and the door open and the air purifier on and the batteries out do the smoke detector but. Boy. Now I want a cup of coffee even more.
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talkethtothehandeth · 10 months
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I finally got the patients assigned to me for the hospice unit I’m volunteering for, it involves writing as a pen pal to help add some sense of happiness and stuff and I cannot share much because of HIPAA, but this one patient I have (who was born in 1933!!) is breaking me already because of the notes and about how they are saddened because of their circumstances and I am not ready to receive the final update from the care team coordinator at all oh boy
So far I have three assigned patients and I am going to receive updates about how they’re doing (including when they’re dead) and I just genuinely hope that the family members read the letters I write and know that someone who they won’t ever meet cares about their loved one and that it’s not just their medical team who cares
Ouch ouch ouch
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opens-up-4-nobody · 7 months
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#its sort of funny. i think my medication is working pretty well. i feel stable in a way i never really have before#is it the dopamine stablizer or is it my ion channels? whos to say. it doesn't matter. but it also doesnt change some things#the ways i think and react negativly to change. but it makes it easier to deal with. i still experience this strange dispaire on the#weekends or anytime im not working. i think the oddest thing is thst i dont think ive ever been this consistenly sad#not in a depressed sort of way. just a passing thoughts make me tear up sort of way. it doesnt feel out of control. it just feels like a#prelude to grief i guess. bc my mum is still in the hospital and its so hard to kno what that means from halfway across the country#my sisters are both home right now. they both live within 3hrs of where we grew up. one sister lives in the city my mom goes to for#treatment. so they have the opportunity to see her more than me. i dunno if they do tho. we dont really talk. i dont kno if they're as sad#as i am. if im overreacting bc i cant physically see what's happening. what the feeling is in the room. not that she would probably complain#shes the suffer in silence type. my dad keeps texting us pics of our shitty lil sunroom that hes redoing#to make my mum a lil sanctuary. he must be sad too. its his wife. hes staying with her in the hospital rn. i dunno its so weird#when i talk to my counselor she assumes i find out info thru calls or talk to my sisters abt it and i gotta b like nah we dont really talk#i get my info thru text. i havent talked to my parents on the phone in like a month. i dunno we just dont talk. so i dont kno how to reach#out and be like yo so whats up? shoulf i plan on coming home this summer for a bit?? like???#this is the disadvantage of leaving thr place where you grew up. probably when i finish my phd i should move closer to home#somewhere in the Appalachian mountains maybe. somewere in the eastern deciduous forrest. somewhere with thunderstorms.#but thats years from now. who knows what ill b doing. for now im just sad and tired and i dont quite kno what to do in the short or long#term bc im feeling the weight of my mental limitations rather intensely. but maybe im just being self limiting#whatever. i dont have a dead mum yet. shes not even on hospice care. things are just uncertain and dont look so hot#i just dont see how it can get better from here when chemo gave her secondary blood cancer and shes still full of tumors#i dont think im being that dramatic. it just objectively seems not great for survival#unrelated
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