One of my two imminently palliative clients passed away just after I left his home.
Inquiring about the other I was told he was now receiving service BID.
Today he was on my list and with much trepidation I pulled into the driveway.
It seemed unthinkable he could have made it to today in the shape he was in.
The last visit he was still conscious but so very weak that even sipping water was a difficulty. As I left he had said to me: "That was something. You pushed me hard."
Now I am going to the door and thinking to myself: "No way."
I sneak a peak through the window and the hospital bed is gone and the living room back to normal. The wife sees me peering in and now I am committed to action.
Luckily, I am locquacious. Thankfully, I have chutzpah.
There is always something nice to say.
Ok I said nice things. It was regrettable that I was sent there in error but perhaps it was a divine moment. A divine appointment.
Some little thing I said touched that woman and as I left she called me back for a close embrace and through tears thanked me (again).