In 1986, with a nursing degree in hand, I began an incredible journey filled with many different patients and families, creating a beautiful weaving of caregiving. My education and deep passion for nursing continued throughout my life, as I went on to become a geriatric nurse practitioner and obtained my Doctorate in Nursing Practice in 2015. Having thought my education was complete, I still found there was something more to learn. In 2020, I became a certified End of Life Doula through Doulagivers, adding more depth and breadth to the weaving.
Caring for patients and families within the home has always been my sweet spot. I love seeing patients at home, meeting families, beloved pets, seeing family photos and at times, sharing a cup of tea. My desire to care for the dying evolved in an organic way, adding a unique texture to the weave. While working as a hospice/palliative care nurse practitioner, several family members and friends developed terminal diseases. As a nurse, I wanted to help but realized what help was truly needed went beyond my nursing skills. What terminally ill patients and their families need is true compassion, advocacy and a knowledgeable, trusted companion for their journey. They need someone to guide them through the unknown intricacies along the end of life path.
Another aspect of this rich weaving is my faith. My ever-deepening faith has served me in both joyful and trying times. I was a Stephen Minister for many years, which is a lay ministry that provides one on one, Christ-centered care to people in need. A key principle in Stephen Ministry is understanding that God provides the cure and we provide the care. It is a ministry of presence, guidance, and comfort. Now, I continue to learn and study, as I’m guided to this End of Life Doula role.
So, our lives are like a weaving. The backside is filled with knots and loose threads, but the front is a beautiful masterpiece. It is designed perfectly by God and completed in our death.
Corrie ten Boom
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful,
In the weaver’s skilled hand
As the threads of gold and silver,
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
who leave the choice to Him
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