My cousin died at a hospice center. He was surrounded by family. When he first arrived there he would doze off then awaken in a panic saying, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. The final two days he slept mostly and had garbled speech when he did awaken. He continued to receive morphine and ativan IV. No way could I be a hospice nurse. Or even worse a peds hospice nurse.
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The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. anonymous
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