about those- babies "aborted" at birth.

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21. Hospice was a blessing when my mother was dying.

I was able to visit with her when we first learned that she had only a couple weeks left due to acute kidney failure, She was in Florida, and my brother who lived there was looking after her interests. Initially, she opted for dialysis, but since she was 90 and a previous cancer had returned, she chose to stop the dialysis and go into hospice care.

Meantime, I had to return to NY. Besides daily phone calls with my brother, I called the hospice facility daily where my mother was. They kept me updated on her and advised me on what to expect as her condition deteriorated. When she was too weak to hold a phone, the hospice worker assisted her so we could talk.

My final call to her was just hours before she died. The hospice worker told me that my mother would not be able to talk, but that she would be able to hear me. Mom tried to respond to me but all that came out were grunts. I began crying but kept trying to hold it back because I did not want mom to hear it. All I could say was that I loved her. At the end of the call, the hospice worker came back on to assure me that my mother had heard.

What a tremendous service they were to my mother and the family.