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pulchraesamicamea
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I actually have a certificate of hospice training under the Catholic University of Korea (and the Suwon Diocese).
People in hospice are voluntarily there for pallative care. We were trained to give the dying the best care possible; we even learned how to do foot massages for the dying to make their passing to God more comfortable. I really love what I studied and will do it again.
Frankly, many individuals who are dying experience significant pain. That’s what the hospice team is there for. However, the team, religious sisters, and priests offer so much love to them. It’s really beautiful. I’ve heard many stories while training for hospice about those who have passed on in hospice, and I was surprised that, at the last meal prepared by the team, they were laughing. Joyful. Taking pictures.
That’s when I realized, “Wow, there is beauty in suffering and beauty in the hour until death.”
Now, after being diagnosed with a recessive form of a neuromuscular disease, I’ve kind of had the taste of perpetual suffering for three years. But I’m keen in keep going further until I go to the Lord. I want to do something and help others. I just don’t want to commit suicide because I have this disorder, but rather I want to do something about it.
I struggled with suicide for a number of years due to mental illness, but interestingly this disease reminded me that I have purpose in life. My life is not in vain but God had a plan. Frankly, this disease was His plan and I’m ok with that.
Pax.
People in hospice are voluntarily there for pallative care. We were trained to give the dying the best care possible; we even learned how to do foot massages for the dying to make their passing to God more comfortable. I really love what I studied and will do it again.
Frankly, many individuals who are dying experience significant pain. That’s what the hospice team is there for. However, the team, religious sisters, and priests offer so much love to them. It’s really beautiful. I’ve heard many stories while training for hospice about those who have passed on in hospice, and I was surprised that, at the last meal prepared by the team, they were laughing. Joyful. Taking pictures.
That’s when I realized, “Wow, there is beauty in suffering and beauty in the hour until death.”
Now, after being diagnosed with a recessive form of a neuromuscular disease, I’ve kind of had the taste of perpetual suffering for three years. But I’m keen in keep going further until I go to the Lord. I want to do something and help others. I just don’t want to commit suicide because I have this disorder, but rather I want to do something about it.
I struggled with suicide for a number of years due to mental illness, but interestingly this disease reminded me that I have purpose in life. My life is not in vain but God had a plan. Frankly, this disease was His plan and I’m ok with that.
Pax.