Everything has happened so incredibly fast this past month, yet sometimes it's felt like I'm watching in slow motion. The learning curve has been immense.
Since the end of April, we have been working with Palliative Care. Recently Aviana's needs evolved. At the time, we transitioned her to Hospice.
Between Palliative and Hospice, we've met some of the best people this life has to offer. With very few words on our part, we have never felt so 'got.' Imagine that 1950's house calling, black bag carrying, warm smile wearing, always there for you, doctor. That's everyone in Palliative and Hospice. They are the modern day 'that guy.' Yes, they're that good. But the difference is...they're real. They're not just an image, a picture, a fake - plastered on some billboard, or in some magazine. They are real life, flesh and blood.
They live in a world in which most people are afraid. I used to probably be the most terrified of all. Ask anyone in my family. If the word death was even mentioned, I did one of three things: immediately shut down the conversation, broke into tears, or like a magician - vanished into thin air. Yes, that bad. I had a lot of growing up to do in that area, and someone up there knew it! In a short period of time, I had to face the 'd' word straight on with Zoe, Kama and Aviana. There hasn't been anywhere for me to run.
I've learned a few things on my own, but in meeting with Palliative and Hospice, I've learned the most. They have an unbelievable understanding and acceptance of death and dying. I've learned further that it's not what I had so long ago thought...it's not all bad, dark and scary. Although extremely painful at times, it can also be quite the antithesis.
For this stage in our lives and on our journey, we have all of them - as much, or as little as we want...
I am grateful.
We are grateful.