Gretchen’s words on her mother’s experience with Hospice:
The cold, patient room seemed to close in on us as the doctor closed the door behind her. We had been in this same room hundreds of times with the same familiar faces and routine. Office visits and doctors were a part of our “normal.” I tried to smile brave when the doctor said the word “hospice,” All I really wanted to do was scream and fall to the floor. I held my mom’s hand and did my best to be strong for her. Tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to what we thought was a “death sentence.” All we had really known about hospice, up to this point, was that hospice meant “the end.”
Little did I know, that what it really meant was… I got to share, in what came to be, the year of the longest good-bye with my sweet mom.
Hospice is where freedom was found on a cold, winter March day, in 2014.
My mom’s story got to have a different ending because of Hospice.
A daughter shared these thoughts about her mother’s care with Hospice of Lansing:
“We only needed to mention a concern and a solution appeared without family having to fumble for options. I felt we had a support system unlike anything we had experienced. Hospice respected, supported and honored our needs.”
“Thank you, Hospice, for taking control of the madness of medical mania and giving us peace. It is when all the chaos of life is made small that we can give and receive true love. Those last days, we got our real mother back to laugh with, cry with, and share memories that were long forgotten. It was a gift of time that we will never forget. It makes me wonder how much better Mom’s final months of life could have been, had hospice been involved much earlier.”