Daily life…

She sings to me as I wash her… though she still messes… it keeps coming…

Daily life…

He is now bleeding internally now from a fall he had. He is a farmer. He knows nothing about sitting down and relaxing… He will die soon… All I can do is take the ride along with him on this journey with comfort at the ready…

Daily life…

She was a pleasant woman, I got to see her the day before she passed… I gave her a foot rub and got her a glass of water. She only could feel better by sitting on her bed with her head down by her knees… I was one of the last to see her living, what a privilege…

Daily life…

He’s not sick… Or is he?

Daily life…

My day started out like any other until I saw that his catheter site was leaking urine… I kept putting rags over it and urine still kept coming, so I put more cloths over the site and waited for the RN to come…

Daily life…

She wouldn’t open her mouth… She had a wad of food in there from breakfast… I just couldn’t go prying open her mouth and digging it out… She’d bite my finger off…

Daily life…

She tells me she has nightmares and she is constantly thinking she is wetting herself, I look at her… She is just a complete mess…

Daily life…

I cleaned out her messy closet… The other aides just threw everything in there… I folded her clothes… Looking at her ad then the smaller clothes, I couldn’t help but think of how small she was… After her stroke, she just got a lot bigger…

Daily life…

He wasn’t my patient… He died on the toilet and was transported out by a sheet and prepared for post death cares…

Daily life…

They both are on hospice, they sit in their recliners and hold each others hands… His wife is worse off than he is… She worries a lot about him…