To the editor:
Sometimes when you’re on the outside looking in, you really don’t get the whole picture. I know this because years ago Hospice to me was picking up the carnation to put in church on the first Sunday in November. Then I got a somewhat better look when Julie Sims or Krista Lambert would take me along with them to notarize forms for some of the patients.
But until after July 23, 1 hadn’t got the full picture.
Our family got an up-close and personal experience of the “C” word, My dad. Billy Cline was diagnosed with glioblastoma. Like many of you, I had never heard of such. Glioblastoma is a type of cancer that is on the brain. Just picture an octopus with its many tentacles squeezing the life out of you.
This cancer grabbed hold of my dad’s brain and wouldn’t let go — or even slow down, for that fact.
After talking with the doctor about my dad’s quality of life far the months to come, the doctor and Dad decided that treatment was not in the picture.
The doctor then suggested Hospice care.
That’s when my whole family got the full picture of Hospice.
From the first meeting to set up care for him, we knew and felt the love and compassion of Hospice of Chesterfield County. My mom, Thelma Cline, was the one to interact with all the loving people during the days ahead.
When his care started. he still had somewhat of a grip on his life. He would interact with the caregivers and others who came by. He enjoyed his time with them as best he could under the circumstances. As time went on with this pervasive cancer, he still managed a smile for them. To hear Mom tell us about how the day went for them both just made us realize more and more the compassion of Hospice.
From taking care of Dad’s personal hygiene and medical situations, or just sitting and talking, we knew that the people with Hospice were special. With cancer first taking Dad’s speech, it became difficult to understand just what he was trying to say. I feel in my heart that if he could, he would have been talking with them about how great God is.
Some prayed with Dad and Mom. Some even sang for him. But all of the employees and volunteers of Hospice showed genuine love.
As a final note. Dad went home to his Lord on Sept. 22. Our experience with Hospice of Chesterfield County was short but powerful. To this day, some are still stopping by or calling Mom to check on her. The loves continues.
Much love and thanks from our family to all the people we encountered with Hospice of Chesterfield County.