Gratitude

I am filled with gratitude tonight. Prayers wonderfully answered. This morning the news came through to the G3 ward that at last a bed was available at the newish Arthur Rank Hospice - a splendid roomy home with ground-floor wards looking out onto hedges and bird tables. I visited with my home group (and Carol) when one of our members was dying, for a memorable prayer session in their garden room. Carol has been admitted to a four-bedded room which she shares with three older women - all frail and fading. Eventually, she will move into a solo room.

As a family we wondered whether this transition to a hospice would awaken Carol to the realization of how ill she really is. Her disease's dementia element has meant that at times she still sees herself as likely to return home and even to walk again. Will this new experience help her understand more and, importantly, help in her preparations for death?  Through many years she has helped people in exactly this situation as a palliative care visitor. I remember in the US hospital she became aware of a man whose anger at dying made him impossible to talk to. Indeed, some of the staff were frightened to go into his room. Yet Carol went in and began conversation which calmed and comforted him.  The rest of the team marvelled at her touch.

Her situation remains most unusual. And, perhaps she does know!  Whatever, we as her friends are praying for peace, comfort and faith these last days and for the best ways to help her.

Entering the building you are immediately aware of  loving concern which surrounds patients and their families. You really are. Only one day into the experience and I have experienced genuine comfort and skill and I am grateful.  We keep praying for this last chapter to be filled with God's love and peace.