The Importance of Dying at Home
Posted on January 9, 2011 - by Robin Moore
When Elizabeth Edwards died last month, she was at home. When I heard that, I felt pins of jealousy pricking into me. My husband died of cancer after two years of fight: you might expect I’d hear echoes of the last days and of the loss. But no. The hurts were petty, many, and sharp. Because Gavin couldn’t die at home, the way he would have wanted. And it was because of me. Those nurses in the ICU, loving and kind to me and my little girl, who wasn’t supposed to be allowed in, but they saw how his numbers […]
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