Essay on The Day Of The Hospice Care Facility

1289 Words Apr 24th, 2016 6 Pages
Her fingers latched onto mine as she drifted in and out of consciousness. It was evident she was uncomfortable. It didn’t matter how many times the nurses came in and gave her medication, she still lied there writhed in pain. There was nothing we could do despite our wishes to find the thing that would bring her back. The only thing we could do was be there, our hearts heavy with sadness and our eyes full of tears. Disbelief, grief, and even guilt filled the atmosphere of the room in the hospice care facility. It made the air heavy and hard to breathe. No matter how hard I tried to put a smile on my face and be strong somehow the teardrops and painful memories of the last months pierced through my attempt at being tough.
“I didn’t want to worry you before your exam, but Grama fell, broke her arm, and now is in the hospital.” My mom told me after picking me up from a makeup exam in December. As we drove out to Worcester, we pondered about how my Grama could have tripped and fell. The accident occurred early in the morning, we just assumed she hadn’t had her coffee yet and blamed the clumsy gene we all had.
However, as the emergency room doctor informed us of the severe lesions she had in her arm, it became apparent that something was severely wrong. It was the feeling I got in my stomach that made me more nervous than anything else. I managed to push it aside, there was the woman, who I looked up to more than anyone else, in a hospital bed next to me who needed me. I knew…

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