A calling and a privilege

I have been a hospice volunteer since 2014. I visit private homes as well as facilities that accommodate up to 10 residents. I feel it is a calling for me.

Being with someone through the end of his or her life is a sacred privilege. Some people are afraid of dying, others are resigned to it, and yet still others embrace this chapter of their life. Some talk freely, while others do not.

I never know what to expect when I walk into a room of a person who in hospice. I can’t plan a conversation—I must be open to what each person is feeling at that moment. I often hear the most intimate stories from both residents and family members. Many share their deepest fears, pain, regrets, as well as what they love most about life. I listen. Sometimes we laugh together, sometimes we cry.

No human can do what a dog can do

My therapy dog, Curly, is also a hospice worker. He will visit with me when a resident requests. If invited, Curly jumps onto the bed. He has the remarkable ability to take care around tubes or areas of the body that shouldn’t be touched. 

Curly oftens greets the person with a lick to the face. Then he lies down and rests his head on their chest until he feels it’s time to go—usually about 10 minutes. He will also greet each family member. He seems to know who needs the most attention and comfort.

When Curly is near, he helps people enter into a more relaxed state. The energy of the room is lightened. It’s an innate ability he possesses; I did not teach him to do any of this.

It’s a privilege

I’ve learned to let go of my expectations and fears to be a hospice volunteer. Life is a precious gift and none of know how long we are here. Hospice teaches me to embrace what I love more, and to not hold back.

Curly and I both share the passion of serving as volunteers. As much as I give to the residents and their families, I feel like I receive the greatest benefit. I am fulfilling something very deep within myself—a part of who I am.