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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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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"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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watching a quiet place day one (I wasn’t able to see it in imax womp womp)
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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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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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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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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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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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