I stopped at the door leading into his room, squared my shoulders, took a deep breath and stood there. Classes taught me to park my ego at the door... I asked for guidance from God and visualized the door frame as a halo of love blessing me as I stepped into the unknown.
Going into the room of a dying patient, my first ever, a complete stranger, reminded me of making cold calls when I was a newspaper ad salesperson. But there was more at stake here.
Suddenly I felt awkward, scared. How would I be received?
How do/did you handle them?