These are beings of a higher spiritual intelligence who have decided to infiltrate the world disguised as nurses in scrubs and good-ole-girls with clipboards.
KK: After spending two weeks in the hospital, The Ancient One decided that she’s never ever ever going back. Well, she’s 87...she should be able to make that choice. Of course, this puts The Midlife Gals, her daughters, in a funky position. Sal, what do we say if she declines in a hurry, “No, remember Mother? You decided you aren’t going to the hospital again...remember?” And, us running around the house like chickens with our heads cut off trying to figure out what to do. Call HOSPICE, that’s what you do.SalGal: Yeah, the Hospice people are angels. I can’t imagine realizing one day as you go through your life that you are meant to take care of old people and people who are dying. That thought would never cross my mind in a million years. I wouldn’t even be able to do that with animals. I cry every time I go to the pound. Who are these people with hearts so strong they can deal with this stuff every day? I think they are aliens.
KK: These Hospice people do EVERYTHING. They’ll even do your laundry! They probably won’t do your laundry if you don’t have a terminal patient in your home, or maybe they would if they ran out of other things to do like making sure that people in their care pass over into the ether in a gentle, kind, caring way for both the patient and the family. Where do these people come from??
SalGal: These are beings of a higher spiritual intelligence who have decided to infiltrate the world disguised as nurses in scrubs and good-ole-girls with clipboards. They bring you all the accoutrements for an easy journey to the afterlife and have a firm belief that going there can be relaxing and happy. Sort of like being in a sad play, but you are the star, and everybody backstage gives you flowers.
KK: Remember when the hospital put The Ancient One on a “heart-healthy diet?” She got pissed off without salt or butter or white bread or saturated fat. She sure did love that Dr. Pepper and bag of Fritos we gave her when she came home. I thought the hospice people might scold us for that. Instead, they’re all about, “Give the woman exactly what she wants. If she wants that stick of butter on her Eggos with syrup and bacon, give it to her.” Wow! Needless to say, she’s thrilled with the new program.
