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Eight weeks into palliative care with my Queenie, I realise I’ve been arriving like a project manager, with my plans, checklists, bright ideas on how to ‘make her life better.’ Feed her. Move her. Sing with her. Save her, a little.
But love, it turns out, is less about doing and more about staying. Sooooooo, this episode drifts through that quiet surrender, from the restless urge to help, to the gentler work of holding. It’s my story about mercy disguised as ordinary touch. And how the smallest gesture, one beautiful hug, can become its own kind of miracle.
If you’ve sat beside someone in these in-between hours. hospice, hospital, home, you’ll know the strange grace of doing nothing well too…. let me know here if you feel like it.
By LyssEight weeks into palliative care with my Queenie, I realise I’ve been arriving like a project manager, with my plans, checklists, bright ideas on how to ‘make her life better.’ Feed her. Move her. Sing with her. Save her, a little.
But love, it turns out, is less about doing and more about staying. Sooooooo, this episode drifts through that quiet surrender, from the restless urge to help, to the gentler work of holding. It’s my story about mercy disguised as ordinary touch. And how the smallest gesture, one beautiful hug, can become its own kind of miracle.
If you’ve sat beside someone in these in-between hours. hospice, hospital, home, you’ll know the strange grace of doing nothing well too…. let me know here if you feel like it.