I mourned the loss of my first patient, dreaded returning to the Hospice House the next week and walking past Bob's empty room. Could I hold myself together to offer healing music to the other patients?
When I looked into his room, another patient had already moved in. I stood outside the door remembering the funny limberjack dancing its way into Bob's and his family's hearts, and Bob's initial hesitance about having music at all.
A nurse passed by and patted me gently on the shoulder. With her gesture, I came back to thinking about the day's work ahead of me and slowly walked to my space behind the nurses' station.
I hung up my coat, unpacked my instruments and moved on.
This wasn't going to be easy work.
My first experience with losing a patient opened me to the reality of doing Hospice work. Ironically, working with Hospice patients brings me great joy even in the face of constant loss. Any ideas why? Please share below.