hospice

Hospice Heart

Frankie taking a well deserved nap after her hospice volunteer work today

Frankie and I have been a volunteer therapy dog team visiting Sharon S Richardson Hospice since October 2008.  As many of you know I semi-retired Frankie earlier this year so now we only visit hospice every other month.

I find myself treasuring each moment of our work together these days even more. Because we aren’t doing as much volunteer work, now when I get the chance I hold onto every good feeling I get from this very soul fulfilling work.

When I decided to become a volunteer with hospice I kept hearing you had to have a “hospice heart.” Not everyone is cut out to work or volunteer in hospice. But I have no doubt that all dogs have hospice hearts. Frankie led me to this volunteer work which I am happy to say I do believe I now have a hospice heart. I’ve learned to appreciate every person we encounter when visiting hospice no matter where they’ve been or what they’ve done or what they believe in.

I’ve learned that those in hospice may have limited months, days or hours, but they are still living.  And I think that some times those in hospice are doing more living than those of us that have not been given a specific number of days or months to live.  It’s always a reality check for my own life as I head home.

As I appreciate each and every visit Frankie and I do, I find myself driving home so happy for having the opportunity to do this work with Frankie. I find myself reaching over and petting Frankie often, telling her how much she means to me and thanking her for all she teaches me. My heart simply oozes with a joy and love I can’t truly explain… but I suppose that must be what is called a hospice heart.

The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying


I think this blog post below from Bronnie Ware is so worth repeating. I found it via Prill Boyle’s blog. Her husband volunteers in hospice and brought this home. Bronnie is the author of The Top Five Regrets of the Dying. I’ve reprinted her post about this from Bronnie’s blog, Inspiration and Chai.

As many of you know I’m a volunteer for our local hospice with my therapy dog, Frankie. Though I was initially scared to do this type of work for fear of what I would face with people who are dying, one of my greatest lessons learned is realizing people in hospice are still living. They have much to teach us if we are willing to be open. Every time I visit, I am reminded of these lessons below and continually strive to not have these regrets.

Reprinted From Bronnie’s Blog:

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

By Honoring the Pets in Our Lives, We Honor Ourselves

This song has been especially resonating with me lately. Though originally by Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks, I love the remake done by the Dixie Chicks.

I’ve heard the song many times, but just awhile ago it took on a new meaning for me. This line made my heart skip a beat: “I’ve been afraid of changin’ cause I build my life around you.” I couldn’t get it out of my head since then. I knew I wanted to write about what this means to me, but was not quite ready to face all the changes happening for me lately.

I’m learning to trust my intution even more as well as honor it by following through on it’s guidance. I’m also learning more to trust what I am “hearing” from Frankie. It has not been easy. But as I move through this new experience, I’m finding a new kind of comfort and peace in it all. I’ve realized some things about myself that I couldn’t face the last year, but now that they have come to light and I’ve faced them, I’m ready to keep moving forward.

Another line in the song that touches me is, “Can I handle the seasons of my life?” So often we think we can’t, but when we look back, we realize it was all divine timing, and that indeed, we could handle them.

This week I made another step in what I feel is Frankie’s evolution of change. When I began volunteering with her as a therapy dog team, we visited three facilities a month. This past summer I let the hospital go, as it was just too big for Frankie to get around anymore. Then for the past two weeks I knew I had to readjust her visits down to once a month- the thought wouldn’t let me rest, so I knew it was time.

Do I let Libby’s House or Hospice go? I was so torn. I’ve learned so much about life and have enjoyed our visits to both facilities so much. Both have changed me deeply.

It then occurred to me that I could alternate our months visiting. That felt right. But the biggest thing I realized through all of this as I carefully put an email together to the facilities, was that I still struggle with disappointing people. I prayed they would understand and that they wouldn’t be disappointed. Tears filled my eyes as I hit the send button.  But at the same time I felt this weight lift from my shoulders. I knew I was doing the right thing.

Of course, as you can imagine, both places completely understood my decision.  I was especially touched by the director of hospice as she wrote back and said, “I have admired your relationship with Frankie; your desire to honor her and provide her a graceful retirement increases my admiration.”

Frankie and our work together has been a huge part of helping me heal in many areas of my life… as well as I do believe, she has helped others heal in their own unique ways too. By honoring her moving into a new phase of her life, I’m also honoring myself and what I feel in my heart is the right thing to do.

“If you climb a mountain and you turn around, and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills…”

Frankie has helped me to climb a mountain in so many ways. As I turn around to look at my reflection I see a new woman who has grown in ways I could have never imagined… and it continues to touch the deepest part of my soul that I learned this all from a little doxie on wheels. God has truly blessed me.

 

One of Frankie’s favorite things to do is burrow into her papa’s sweatshirt sleeve. It is a joy to watch her do this… we wait and wait and wait… till her head pops out the other end.  

And within minutes she is fast asleep.