

These hard days. Dark days. As I sit with a patient and her daughter in the hospital room. I come in with a task at hand. But, what I gain is human connection, a raw experience, vulnerability, a story and a journey. I gain a reminder to the preciousness of life, a reminder of what life is all about. Slow. Down.
A woman fighting for her life, right now, in this very moment, in this hospital bed. Her fear is rooted deep, anxiety is at the surface and reality is unbearable. As she fights a terminal cancer.
Her daughter, focused, anxious, scared. Trying, with everything she has, to remain the strong one for them both. Her eyes. I see her but also see the little girl within. A life without her mom isn’t right. Emotions turning to stress. Pressure. Make sure everything is right, everything is planned, everything is perfect, there is no other way, nothing can go wrong.
Let me ease your way, I tell them.
We are stressed, they say.
Give me that to carry.
Even if it’s just for today.
Let me take the weight.
Be together.
Hold hands.
Precious moments are here.
Let me ease your way.
