I had never heard the word "Hospice" before until an Emergency Room nurse told my dad that she would be taking him there.
I remember the look on his face and thinking "where were we headed next on this roller coaster of loving someone dying of cancer and feeling hopeless and great sadnees?"
Hospice didn't cure my Dad. Hospice didn't take away my grief. But Hospice helped me to see that dignity and compassionate care can help and that this group of amazing staff and volunteers would help us get through this most difficult experience.
That was almost 18 years ago and I'm blessed to be involved with the wonderful Margaret Bahen Hospice for York Region. This time, I'm on the other side and see family members come in with that "deer in the headlights" expression of fear and sadness that I knew all too well.
I hope that I can help ease their burden just a little bit but I need your help.
I'm Hiking for Hospice In Memory of my Dad, Jim Hoatson and for all the folks who have needed Hospice or will need us in the future.
Please consider making a donation to my campaign and I thank you in advance for your consideration.