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My husband became a patient of Hospice by recommendation of our PCP. He was living with ALS and the disease was moving throughout his body in record speed. Intially, I resisted Hopsice because I didn't want to think that he was going to die so soon. I had hope that the disease would level off and give him more time. It didn't. Hopsice came into our lives and until the day he died, we had people in and out of our house making his life and mine more manageable. It was a relief to me knowing I could call Hospice 24/7 and indeed I did. Assistance came anytime of day or night. They were competent and compassionate. Once my husband was no longer able to chew food, he made the conscious decision to stop all sustenance and take a minimal amount to water. From that day on, he appeared to be at complete peace and died without pain one week later. Thank God for Hospice.

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