While certainly an emotional day, I ride the rails back home
feeling good about the state of our field. Good trauma-informed care comes from a place of person-centeredness and
understanding. We have so much trauma to care for these days—as we always
have—but what gives me great hope is what we have learned as a community about
how to deliver interdisciplinary, person-centered care.
What I saw in the Interdisciplinary Committee
room was a rare (for health care) display of real coordinated care, shared
among different disciplines, with the patient and loved ones in the middle.
This should be the rule, not the exception in health care.
I had never reflected upon—until today—the fact that both of
holocaust-survivor grandparents died under hospice care. My grandfather was reserved,
wounded on the inside but never sharing.
He died of Alzheimer’s disease.
My grandmother was outgoing, and demanded to visit Auschwitz (which she
survived) before she died of cancer. She made it. Both my grandparents experienced
incredible trauma, but came out of it in very different ways. It was not until they were cared for by the
hospice interdisciplinary team that anybody really bothered to tend to the full
range of needs they each had after living a full life.
So, here’s to hospice. I wish we were not needed, that there was no death or struggle in life. But so long as there is, I could not think of a better system to care for our struggling brothers and sisters.
So, here’s to hospice. I wish we were not needed, that there was no death or struggle in life. But so long as there is, I could not think of a better system to care for our struggling brothers and sisters.
Edo
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