For most of my life I have volunteered in hospitals. Now, at age 76 and partially handicapped, I volunteer at the front desk at a hospital on Saturdays, and this year we initiated a new program called “No one Dies Alone” ( NODA.) I am one of the first volunteers to be trained as a compassionate companion. When a person is dying and has no one to be with them, the hospital calls one of us to come in. We sit and talk gently with the patient, offering prayers based on their religious preference, or simply company by holding their hand or putting our hand on their arm so that they know someone is there for them. It is a program that gives comfort to not only the patient, but also their family that may be unable to come to their bedside due to distance or their own health.
Giving Comfort by Pamela Pierson
December 31, 2018 by ElderChicks
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to give someone the feeling of security and peace is a wonderful gift. How do you feel durning and after?
Such a beautiful and meaningful gesture. Thanks.
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What an extraordinary privilege to be entrusted with this opportunity, Pamela. This is such a wonderful idea. Where is the program? I hope it is or becomes available throughout the country.
Pam, What a wonderful service. That is why we call the sense of touch “feeling”. A caress. a hug, hand holding, a pat on the back, even a back scratch imparts a sense of acceptance, love, caring, and peace. I had made a new friend in rehab who was now at deaths door. I asked if I could say good bye. Her extended family was standing around her, looking more like they were waiting for a subway train. As I went over to her and placed her hand in mine several relatives gasped. Had I over stepped? Holding her hand I said, ” Have a good trip. Come visit me if you wish.” Several days later a dark shrouded figure entered my room and just stood there. “Thank you for coming.” I said and ‘she’ disappeared. I didn’t need an explanation as to why I felt honored…we touched and I knew.
Extraordinary. Wonderful.
This is splendid. It is a privilege to sit with the dying. I hope this comes to my community soon. In fact, I’m tempted to call our hospice and inquire about it.
I’d be very willing to keep someone company on his or her deathbed. Thank you for the post.
A great idea. Having just been at my husband’s side in his last hours, I know he knew I was there even those his response was extremely subtle. I was assured my presence enable a peaceful passing. I too would be willing to sit with someone while they are dying. It would be a sacred privilege.
Thank you for sharing this volunteer opportunity and these stories. My mother very recently passed away and I was at her bedside for almost 3 days during her transition. It was a devastating and very traumatic experience for me, but reading these words gives me comfort realizing that holding her hand was meaningful to her. It’s still very hard for me dealing with her loss and the surrounding circumstances but this information helps. Thank you again.