Hospice Voices: Lessons for Living at the End of Life [NOOK Book]

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As a part-time hospice volunteer, Eric Lindner provides “companion care” to dying strangers. They’re chatterboxes and recluses, religious and irreligious; battered by cancer, congestive heart failure, Alzheimer’s, old age. Some cling to life amazingly. Most pass as they expected.
In telling his story, Lindner reveals the thoughts, fears, and lessons of those living the ends of their lives in the care of others, having exhausted their medical options or ceased treatment for their...
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Overview

As a part-time hospice volunteer, Eric Lindner provides “companion care” to dying strangers. They’re chatterboxes and recluses, religious and irreligious; battered by cancer, congestive heart failure, Alzheimer’s, old age. Some cling to life amazingly. Most pass as they expected.
In telling his story, Lindner reveals the thoughts, fears, and lessons of those living the ends of their lives in the care of others, having exhausted their medical options or ceased treatment for their illnesses. In each chapter, Lindner not only reveals the lessons of lives explored in their final days, but zeroes in on how working for hospice can be incredibly fulfilling.

As he’s not a doctor, nurse, or professional social worker, just a volunteer lending a hand, offering a respite for other care providers, his charges often reveal more, and in more detail, to him than they do to those with whom they spend the majority of their time. They impart what they feel are life lessons as they reflect on their own lives and the prospect of their last days.

Lindner captures it all in his lively storytelling. Anyone who knows or loves someone working through end of life issues, living in hospice or other end of life facilities, or dealing with terminal or chronic illnesses, will find in these pages the wisdom of those who are working through their own end of life issues, tackling life’s big questions, and boiling them down into lessons for anyone as they age or face illness. And those who may feel compelled to volunteer to serve as companions will find motivation, inspiration, and encouragement. Rather than sink under the weight of depression, pity, or sorrow, Lindner celebrates the lives of those who choose to live even as they die.
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Publishers Weekly
10/28/2013
In this endearing and personal book, Attorney and entrepreneur Lindner details his experiences volunteering in hospice with colorful storytelling, practical advice, and encouragement for those coming to terms with the end of life. As a new volunteer, Lindner learns that there are 5300 hospices in the U.S. and they rely heavily on volunteers. While Lindner's early training included "dos and don'ts," he tends to follow his own path, causing some raised eyebrows and, in one case, nearly landing himself in a lawsuit. Still, Lindner's heart is in the right place and he soldiers on with a positive attitude, especially given that a hospice volunteer never knows what he's stepping into. One thing is for certain, a hospice volunteer must deal with profound moral dilemmas and emotional issues. Lindner's open access to patients combined with his hectic travel schedule has him receiving calls at all times of day and night and on various continents and he's frank about these life and death issues. Lindner takes on this heavy subject from a special perspective and he does so eloquently, providing insight and inspiration to those who read along. (Oct.)
Sen. Mark Warner (D-VA)
Beautiful, funny, poignant. I was mesmerized.
Will Schwalbe
I started Hospice Voices and read it straight through. I was deeply moved by the extraordinary people I met in the book.
John Toal
I love this book! It’s a brilliant story…well-told.
Huffington Post
Author Eric Lindner's debut is somewhat like an Irish wake. There are tears, but also joy and surprising levity. His writing honors and gives voice to those intensely personal moments that patients and their loved ones endure and find reasons to celebrate. . . .Lindner urges us to be still, present and listen with all our sensory antennae to the winks and whispers, hugs and mumbles, sighs and chuckles of those on the cusp of the Hereafter. The unspoken, the look, the long deep breath, the tear in the corner of the eye, and the tight grip of the hand—these are the unspoken things that speak volumes. As a 'companion caregiver,' he ushers us into the lives of seven special patients, illuminating what's relevant to and for the dying—and the living. As far as the dying are concerned, Lindner observes, one of the most relevant things 'is preserving a shred of privacy and dignity, which can be tough when you're incontinent, your wig's on backward, or you can't find your false teeth.' . . . Lindner is an honest teacher, not one to shy away from highlighting his own foibles. Yet he demonstrates how all of us, even the most 'unskilled,' can help alleviate pain and suffering -- while learning great lessons in the process. He brings to us patients with whom we can all sympathize and identify. Lindner's stories echo Khalil Gibran, who said, 'Pain breaks the shell that encloses understanding.'
Digital Doorway
Hospice Voices: Lessons For Living at the End of Life is a memoir written by a lay hospice volunteer who shares with us his moving story of spending time with those facing their mortality. It's a beautiful book, deeply instructive to the professional and layperson alike. ... Hospice Voices is a truly beautiful work of love, written in heartfelt and genuine prose that clearly demonstrates Lindner's love and respect for his clients, as well as his clear-eyed views on mortality and illness, not to mention his own internal process during the course of his volunteering.Rather than the words of a professional, Lindner's book is a love song written by a layperson; a love song infused with understanding, pathos, authenticity and raw honesty. Sharing deeply about his family, his own life, as well as his young daughter's experience of being diagnosed with thyroid cancer, the author's personality shines brilliantly through his flowing, simple yet moving prose. I highly recommend Hospice Voices for anyone who has experienced the death of a loved, expects to experience the death of a loved one, or who thinks that they themselves may die one day. Does that seem like I'm recommending it to everyone? I most certainly am.
Lee Woodruff
This is an honest, pull no punches look at coming to terms with the one thing we will all do—die. In this well-documented and highly-readable book, Lindner proves an adept chronicler of the individual human stories that make up his journey to understand that beauty and grace can exist at the end stages of life. Lindner deftly reminds us of the power of the small things, the simple gestures and the importance of dignity for those that face a terminal situation. Throughout the book, we meet people approaching the end of life in their own individual ways, with different measures of love, faith and family.

This book simultaneously opened my heart and broke it as each story taught me how hope and dignity can exist even in terminal situations. As a hospice volunteer, Lindner teaches us all that the ability to ease and bear witness to someone’s journey at the end stage of life is perhaps the ultimate gift one human can give another.

Roger S. Blumenthal
Heart attacks, strokes, and heart failure claim more lives than any other disease state. Over my career I've seen my share of sadness due to the ravages of end-stage cardiovascular disease. But I've also seen terminal patients and their loved ones wring out great joy and meaning in the final months of life. This book is joyful, insightful, witty, and truly meaningful. It tugged at my heart, tickled my funny bone, and served up numerous insights and tips that had escaped me when trying to advise patients and their families. What a marvelous set of stories that should be read by all adults. It inspires us to live life to the fullest and respect and learn from the past in order to better deal with future uncertainty.
Christina M. Puchalski
As a physician who cares for the chronically ill and dying I all too often see people who are alone in the midst of their suffering. Trained volunteers, like Eric Lindner, play such an immensely important role in providing that companionship to the patient. His book reminds all of us that we are invited to attend to others – not to change them, not to judge them, not to fix them. We are there simply to listen and to be witnesses to the suffering and joy of others in their living and in their dying. Presence to others, as Lindner describes so poignantly in his book, is a transformative sacred act for the patient and for the companion. Eric Lindner’s book inspires all of us to enter the sacredness of living and dying with openness and courage.
Timothy L. Fort
This book intrigued me because of the author’s pledge to donate 100% of his profits to charity. His book moved me because it's an illustration that there are many ways we can provide love and justice in this world. We think of love in our daily affections for those close to us. We think of justice in the work of social movements. But all religions teach that at the heart of justice is love, hospitality, and kindness to strangers. It is hard to imagine a better example of exactly that than this book, and in reading it, one comes away knowing that as in sacred scripture, Lindner has encountered and served angels themselves.
Vince Evans
Eric Lindner gives voice to those in their final days so that we may better listen, love, and learn from their example. A must read for any caregiver - volunteer or family.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781461742050
  • Publisher: Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.
  • Publication date: 7/5/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 232
  • Sales rank: 313,352
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Eric Lindner, a volunteer hospice worker in Virginia. He holds a JD-MBA from the University of Chicago.
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HOSPICE VOICES

Lessons for Living at the End of Life


By Eric Lindner

ROWMAN & LITTLEFIELD PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2013 Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4422-2059-1



CHAPTER 1

AN APTLY NAMED CAREGIVER


Joy LeBaron seems really nice but distracted. "I'd love to have another volunteer ... Eric—did you say your name was?" The executive director of Hospice Support of Fauquier County (Virginia), Inc., is a slight woman. She looks about five to ten years younger than me, so in her early to mid-forties. She also looks unpretentious: her ensemble of slacks, blouse, and cable-knit sweater is loose fitting; her short hair, simply cut, is a wavy, bang-heavy lattice of several shades of blonde. Though she clearly appreciates my walking in off the street in February 2009, its not being on her to-do list is mildly disruptive; if, that is, it's possible to disrupt the disruption that governs Joy's feng shui. Her small office is crammed with collapsed walkers and wheelchairs, stands of green oxygen tanks, a cluttered conference table, an overflowing bookcase. It smells musty. The coffee at the base of the pot looks carbonized. The phone rings a lot, kicking over to voicemail. "I've currently got twenty patients. I could add another twenty by the end of the day—if I had more volunteers. I can't give my patients anywhere near the hours they want."

According to the National Hospice and Palliative Care Organization (NHPCO), her overburdened not-for-profit is one of 5,300 in the United States—quite a rate of growth, considering America's first hospice didn't open until 1974, in New Haven, Connecticut (in association with Yale University). Circa 2013, more than half the world's hospices are located in the United States.

Joy's an expert in "palliative care," of which hospice is the best-known paradigm. Such care is all about comforting, not curing. Of those who die every year in the United States, nearly one in two are served by hospice. Moreover, as patients—and their loved ones—generally rate their experiences very favorably, and the per diem hospice cost is but a tiny fraction of the per diem hospital cost, hospice is a very bright component in the oft-maligned U.S. healthcare system. One reason hospice is so efficient has to do with the role played by volunteers, nearly 500,000 of whom serve 1,650,000 terminally ill patients, annually. At many hospices, the volunteers outnumber the paid professionals.

"Okay, then. So I've come to the right place. Throw me into the hopper."

Suddenly I'm not there, as Joy's hand shoots to her mouth, and she spins around. "Hhh! Where'd I put that? ..." But then she remembers me. "Sorry ..."

"I'm sorry. I should have called first."

"No, no. I'm glad you stopped in. It's just that ... you need orientation, and training."

"Fair enough. When's your next session?"

"See, that's just it. We're so small, we've not got anything lined up right now. We're strapped for funds. The financial crisis dried up our donor base. But," she adds, "I'll e-mail Rosalie Palermo at Haymarket Hospice. They're much bigger. Unlike us, they get funds from Medicare as well as from Virginia, Maryland, and the District of Columbia. Rosalie has new volunteer sessions all the time. She has to."

"Where are they based?"

Her head cants, she smiles. "Haymarket."

"Gosh, what a dumb question. 'Course."

"They've got maybe a thousand volunteers! Plus a paid professional staff of seven hundred or so."

"That does sound big."

"Once you're trained in Haymarket, you'd be on my roster, too. We often share patients."


MARCH–MAY 2009

Joy follows through on her promise, and I exchange e-mails with Rosalie. Haymarket Hospice does hold regular orientation and training sessions; however, I'm often out of town.

Still, I fill out some forms and coax some friends into submitting reference letters. (Asked to attest that I'm no psychopath, several hesitate.) Meanwhile, Rosalie puts me in touch with existing caregivers, both volunteers and paid professionals. "We find it often helps," she says, "to hear why others are doing it and how reality does—and/or doesn't—differ from what they felt might be the case coming in." I reach out to her referrals, and learn a lot.


JUNE 2

6:23 p.m. My first orientation session is well under way in a converted antebellum Virginia office building of fieldstone, brick, milk-painted plaster, and lovely heart-of-pine, where, 148 Junes prior, a then-unknown lemon-sucking fanatical Presbyterian preacher named Thomas Jackson was en route to rescue Confederate general P. G. T. Beauregard at First Bull Run—earning his nickname in the process: Stonewall. I can't figure out how to buzz myself in using the after-hours intercom contraption. After several frustrating minutes, Rosalie rescues me.

Trapped within the vestibule, I hear the elevator ding. She flies out and charges over, the rush of air billowing her purple blouse. "I hope this isn't a test," I say. "It is," says she. "But I grade on a curve!" "Sorry I'm late," I add. "No worries!" she responds. We swap smiles and shake hands, which rattles and clanks her chunky silver necklace, hoop earrings, and bracelets. Black bell-bottomed pants and pink ballet-flat shoes complete a sort of happy hippy ensemble.

We head down into the cool basement, where I join three other prospective volunteers around a big, gleaming table. We wave, say hi to each other. Clockwise from my right, there's a thin, fidgety, frail-looking man whom I'd guess to be in his early thirties, in baggy grass-stained jodhpurs, an older, smiling señora in a floral blouse, and a dapper gentleman in natty herringbone, who I'm told once ran with Dean Martin and other members of The Rat Pack. The coffee smells good, and the cookies look tempting. The softly playing New Age music is soothing, but, as the bright overhead lights aren't, I tug my cap low over my brow, shielding my sensitive eyes.

While we recruits sign in, settle in, sip, and nosh, Rosalie remains standing at the end of the table. "There may be one or two more stragglers, but I think this is probably it."

Rosalie's smile dominates her personality. Though expansive and expressive, it can't contain—or communicate—the full extent of her ebullience, even when abetted by her halogen hazel eyes. In toto, it's the pardoning countenance of a Been There, Done That woman, of a mother of two boys, one girl, and the ex-wife of a man who skipped town just after she'd delivered his son. Her naturally curly auburn hair is now crazily spirally so, as a result of chemo. In a Boston accent she says, "Please raise your hand if, during the past year, you've either experienced the loss of a loved one or you're currently caring for someone who's terminally ill."

All hands go up except mine, sending a few glances my way. Like Rosalie, whose mother received hospice care until her death in 2002, everyone else in the room, via brief summaries, explains how they've been positively touched by hospice and, thus, wants to "give forward."

But my motivations are atypical, and my path to this conference room is anything but linear. It follows decades of discursive dabbling, from a few weeks in a hospital burn unit to nine years on the board of a big university. All told, as a volunteer I've done some good and screwed some things up. At fifty, with my second of two kids having just shipped off to college, and my business on cruise control, the restlessness that's always bubbled beneath the surface of my life is no longer masked by the film of details attendant to earning a living and raising a family. But being restive isn't my only motivation. Most of my patients would be seniors, and I've always been attracted to "wise elders." My wife closes the sale. When I ask Ellen what she thinks of my spending ten hours a week providing companion care for a revolving door of terminal illness, she replies, "It's something not many people can do, but I do think you have what it takes and should give it a try."

The "why volunteer?" responses of my fellow trainees don't tell me much, but they're suggestive. Everyone seems a bit diffident and/or tired, like it's been a long day, illness, or both. Rosalie's referrals had shed more particulars on what I might be getting myself into.

My favorite motivational story is that of Gil Booker, Joy's assistant. Having been diagnosed with kidney cancer at age forty-three, Gil was two days away from surgery when his doctor suddenly called it off.

"Off??" Gil exclaims. "Why?"

The oncologist explained how, notwithstanding all the consistent and encouraging images of a shrinking kidney mass, out of nowhere, the latest scan showed robust bone cancer. "It's metastasized surprisingly fast." Pointing to bright spots in the skull, ribs, and elsewhere on the image, the oncologist explained that surgery—any type of remediation—was now, unfortunately, hopeless. Consequently, the doctor strongly advised Gil to forego the planned removal of the kidney mass and, instead, get his will in order, draft up a Bucket List, and wring out as much enjoyment as he can, "until it becomes too much." (Bone cancer is excruciatingly painful.)

Naturally, Gil was in shock. Naturally, once home, he and his wife hugged a lot, cried a lot. Less naturally, Gil ignored his oncologist and insisted on going ahead with the scheduled surgery. The result? In addition to successfully removing the kidney tumor, several bone biopsies reveal that there was in fact no bone cancer. "We can't explain it!" the oncologist exclaimed. "We don't know what those bright lights on the imaging were!" Gil's been a hospice volunteer ever since, for twenty-five years.

I'm thinking of Gil as Rosalie passes around a sign-in sheet, along with troves of information, a small pile for each prospect. It's hardly light reading, what with book, pamphlet, monograph, and one-page handout titles like "Good Mourning," "Infection Control," "Hazardous Materials–Management Program," "101 Things to Do with a Person Who Has Alzheimer's Disease," and, in the event of suspected patient abuse, "Confidential Occurrence Report."

"I know this is a lot of information," says Rosalie. "But please read it all, when you get a chance. The most important information is the list of Dos and Don'ts in that purple-bound book there, titled Student Manual.

"Dos," she explains, "like being dependable. Being genuine." Do listen. Do keep good boundaries, both physical and philosophical, such as religion. Do encourage a life review. Do be comfortable with quiet; "silence is okay." Do remember to care for yourself, and to communicate with the volunteer manager/hospice team, both in regular written reports and, if necessary, by telephone call, if something's in need of more urgent attention. Do remember that little things mean a lot; "what you give is immeasurable." Finally, as tragic and sickening as this sounds, by all means, do report signs of abuse.

"Meanwhile, on the flip side, don't visit your patient if you're ill." Don't play doctor or nurse, either by offering advice or dispensing any sort of medication. Don't judge; "especially don't try to referee a family squabble!" Don't break confidentiality. Don't give unsolicited advice; here again, religion often comes into play. Don't take on more patients than you can manage. Don't take it personally—whatever. "Don't expect your patient to conform to your standards/expectations." Don't interrupt when the patient is sharing. "And, last but not least, don't assume you know what their needs/feelings are."

"That's all?" says a prospect, voicing the reaction of us all.

Rosalie nods, and smiles. "I know. It's a lot. But, first, as to the reporting, we don't expect much. Just the basics, anything noteworthy. Nobody likes paperwork. More generally, it boils down to one thing, really: being compassionate. Compassion trumps everything. As those of you who've suffered through a loss—or who are now suffering—know, I'd wager. I am very sorry for what you've gone through, or are going through now. I hope I might, maybe, offer you some tools to ease your suffering.

"Thank you, all of you, for your willingness to volunteer. There's such an enormous need out there."

According to NHPCO, each year nearly five hundred thousand volunteers rack up a total of twenty million hours. This translates into less than an hour a week; most patients are looking for three to five hours, if not more. Haymarket Hospice boasts "nearly 1,500 patient contacts each and every day." However, thin volunteer ranks mean many such "patient contacts" are no more than five-minute phone calls. "I'm not complaining!" Rosalie is quick to note. "I understand, totally! We all have such busy lives ... our own bundle of existing commitments, obligations, and other priorities. But, still ..."

The volunteer shortage is tragic in two ways. First, about two-thirds of America's terminally ill die in hospitals or nursing homes, as opposed to in their own home (or the home of a loved one), where nearly nine in ten would prefer to die. Second, the last emotion hundreds of thousands of Americans experience is—loneliness. "Being lonely at the end of life is so sad, so tragic. I've heard it—loneliness—called the most desperate of all English words. And it's far worse in most other countries.

"But let's not dwell on a downer, right? Once we're through with our nine hours of orientation and training, and you're out in the field, I'm confident that, like almost all volunteers report, you're going to experience something truly special, a real win-win. In addition to helping others, and despite the unavoidable sadness, you'll be helping yourself, too, by discovering a sublime sense of fulfillment. I know it! I've every confidence you'll feel as I do: helping people at this stage of their lives feel less alone is a real privilege.

"Now ... a bit about me. I've been around the block!"

I'll say. By the sound of it, she's just about seen it all: miraculous recoveries, abrupt deaths; selfless doting by strangers, shocking abandonment by supposed loved ones; warm collegiality among hospice workers, stymying by higher-ups in a cold corporate bureaucracy. "I need to warn you," Rosalie cautions, "we've got nearly seven hundred paid staff and a thousand volunteers interacting with terminally ill patients more than a thousand times each day ..." She shakes her head. "At times, just the HIPAA requirements—"

She pauses, in response to several puzzled stares. "Sorry. HIPAA stands for the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act. It's a mouthful, I know. You'll be able to read all about it, in your packet."

"Oh," says the man in the grass-stained jodhpurs.

"What I was getting at is that, sometimes, wanting to be compassionate conflicts with needing to be legally compliant. Now, sometimes, I think the view from the front lines—from you guys—makes a lot more sense than what the armchair quarterbacks have to say, back in there." She wags her head toward the warren of offices beyond the recently tuck-pointed stone walls.

"But I don't want to blow things out of proportion, either. There are a lot of good people in executive management. And, like at most places, they often got there by working themselves up through the ranks. Many have far more experience than me. I've only been doing this for about a year, drawn by how much help it was to my mom, and me, during her last weeks, and months, in oh-two.

"I bring something else to the table, too. I'm a cancer survivor. I thought I'd bought the farm." Rosalie looks around, prompting several knowing nods.

"But, we'll all buy the farm, some day. As everyone from Buddha to Ben Franklin has remarked, we all have a terminal condition. It's called being human!

"We pretty much all begin the same, as a former midwife now on staff will tell you. It's more our endings that vary, like the seven hundred thousand Americans who die each year of heart disease versus the seventy thousand Alzheimer's claims. Hmm ..." An index finger taps her lower lip. "Ten hearts for every one mind. Fodder for a poet, if you ask me.

"So ... terminal illness, which seems such a concrete, finite, hard-edged term, is actually somewhat slippery. Though it depends on semantics, it really boils down to two things: First, that our time-related frame of reference shifts, from the flipping of calendar pages to the ticking of a stopwatch. Second, that our cause of death appears reasonably predictable. However, as you get some experience under your belts, you'll begin to see the wiggle room in both of these terms, too—reasonable and predictable. For instance, Medicare will only reimburse Haymarket Hospice if two conditions exist. First, the patient must have given up trying to seek a cure. Second, a doctor must say that the patient is not expected to last longer than six months.

"But I'll share with you two little hospice secrets. Treasures, really. First, we in hospice like to say that, between the curing of and caring for patients, there's plenty of room for healing—of human beings. Second, for every six patients that America's five thousand–plus hospices took in last year, one was discharged—alive!
(Continues...)


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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Preface
1: An Aptly Named Caregiver
2: Find the Key That Unlocks Empathy
3: Adversity Crumbles When Laughed At
4: Ownership Isn’t All That it’s Cracked Up to Be
5: Talk Less, Communicate More
6: We’re Only as Sick as Our Secrets
7: Have Guns, Will Travel
8: Live Discharge
9: DOs and DON’Ts
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  • Posted January 21, 2014

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    It's beautiful. Did I enjoy this book: Yes. It wasn¿t quite

    It's beautiful.

    Did I enjoy this book: Yes.




    It wasn’t quite as accessible as I was expecting it to be: Lindner may lose a few readers due solely to his vocabulary choices, but I liked it. Like Lindner, I’ve spent a great deal of time helping (or trying to, anyway) families cope with exceptional circumstances.  Whereas Lindner spends his time befriending those at the end of their lives, I spend mine helping those at the beginning.  The basic rules appear to be the same: give what you can without imposing, fix what you can without interfering, love as much as you can without breaking the rules.




    This book is about a person who’s learned how to live with people who have learned how to live with the fact that they’re dying.  It’s beautiful.




    Would I recommend it: Yes.  Especially if you’re feeling serious, or nostalgic (or you really need a vocabulary boost).




    Will I read it again: It’s likely that the next time I go through a story like this it will be my own family’s.  I’m not in a hurry.




    As reviewed by Melissa at Every Free Chance Book Reviews.




    (I received a copy of this book for review purposes.)

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  • Posted January 10, 2014

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    I was rather hesitant about agreeing to review this book because

    I was rather hesitant about agreeing to review this book because I thought it would have me crying my eyes out and would be nothing but depressing. Was I ever wrong!




    Eric takes us on his journey as a Hospice volunteer with honesty, compassion and even humor. Each patient was very different in their wants and needs, and Eric flawlessly adjusted as he went.




    This book should be read by everyone. It will help you understand that one of the hardest times in your life can also be made a little easier with the help of Hospice.




    Eric Lindner has a very real talent for writing, and I enjoyed this book very much.

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