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I have been honored to be present at the transition of my mother, neice and nephew. All were fortunate to have been supported by hospice. I have both wonderful and grueling stories of the time I spent with my mother before her death. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything as I am sure that her last months were easier on her. She was able to be in her home, with her husband and family near her. It was not only easier on Mom, it was easier on us, as well. We could support each other in an environment of comfort; an environment we could mostly control. Of the many things I learned from this experience I take away that we can do anything. We can administer complicated medical procedures, dressing changes, and medicines if we have to. We can laugh through situations once seen as only dire. We can appreciate the process of dying while maintaining one's dignity. Hospice allowed our family this opportunity and I am most grateful.

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