Saturday, April 28, 2012

     Welcome to "Here, Angels Gather". a blog site created for those working with terminally ill patients, through hospice /palliative care, oncology, or as a caregiver to someone on the journey from this world to the next.
     Though I am not a hospice nurse at this time, I feel a "calling" and hope to join a hospice team in the next few months. My mother made her journey December of 2010 surrounded by family and supported by a wonderful hospice staff. We witnessed her smiling and reaching out to ....angels?. It was surreal.  When telling others my goal to go into hospice I am frequently asked, "how would you deal with all the sadness, wouldn't you cry, and how do you keep from being depressed ?"  I have my own answers but thought this would be a good area for research.
  I am an RN completing my BSN through the University of Texas, Arlington's online RN-BSN program. Part of my capstone requirements was to create a teaching tool using peer-reviewed, evidence-based research. I came across the term Compassion Fatigue and found quite a bit written on this subject.  After a long night of research I lay in bed thinking about how hospice nurses cope. In that twilight between jumbled thoughts and dreams I envisioned this website.  The next night I again tossed and turned and then just got up and created my blog.  My first names choices were unavailable and then " Here, Angels Gather" rolled off my tongue and into the blog title space.
   I still need to do some technological refining. I want to create pages where others can post comments or stories, and I want them organized by topic.  I will actually need to work on that after I have had more sleep!
   Thank you for being here at the birth of my new blog, just what the world needs, right?  I hope this fills a niche, and if it brings joy and reassurance to another then it was worth losing sleep over.
    Finally, I want to say thank you to those who choose to give compassionate care to the dying.  I hope you know how much you are appreciated.  Some call you midwives of the soul, and you truly make the experience of going from one life to the next a natural transition.                                      Gina Herman RN

Upon the Seashore

                                                                                                                     Vicente Romero Redondo

“Upon the Seashore”

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.  Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"       
    "Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"   And this is dying.      
                                                                                                                                      by  Henry Van Dyke