My baby sister turns 42 next week. She is facing the end of her life with breast cancer now in her bones, liver, lungs and brain. Every moment I have left is a moment I treasure. I want to scream, I o...
Is she missing her friends? I read of a very sick patient who asked a few friends to afternoon tea in her bedroom. She was too ill to participate other than a listener who could smile and squeeze a hand. The guests were asked to talk about their lives, their hobbies, to bring their knitting, sewing etc. - she was at the event on her own terms and experienced pleasure and a sense of connection.