This is the first of a two-part story that I decided to write about a personal experience involving hospice since this is National Hospice and Palliative Care Month…
This time it is lung cancer that has spread to lymph nodes and for the second time even surgery and radiation can’t stave it off. She and I both know that treatment is limited and so are her remaining days. In private, I ask the doctor how much time she has and he answers, “A matter of weeks.”
My great-aunt Jean, who is childless, is my godmother. She is a second mother to me and as her diagnosis is given, grief begins its swirling descent into both of our hearts. I can’t contain my tears as she discusses her pre-planned funeral and the details of her estate which names me “executor.” She holds my hand and says, “Godchild, life is hard, but…
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