hospice

I stopped in to see the folks on my way home. It's been difficult not knowing ... but tonight Carmen said "a couple of hospice nurses stopped in this afternoon to see if I needed anything." I didn't know what to say. I flashed on the thought...wait a minute, this isn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that she's just had a setback and now she's on track and this summer during harvest she'll still make those bologna sandwiches on white bread with shasta pop and chips for lunch for the family/crew. But it isn't going to be alright. And she's probably seen her last cherry harvest. It was her way of telling me "I know I'm dying and I'm getting prepared." The conversation just slid along like she had said, "I'm getting my hair trimmed tomorrow." I said, "I have a friend who is a hospice nurse. She's an amazing woman. Is there anything you need, anything I can do." "Oh no," she says, "I'm fine."