“Dad was admitted to the hospice in August 2011, aged 60, with advanced neuroendocrine cancer. We’d had a number of months before he was given any diagnosis. He was in so much pain at home. He couldn’t always get to the loo in time and he found that really hard to cope with, being a man who did anything for his family,” said Rachael.
"Although they have many ill people to care for, we never felt rushed or uninformed, or that we were being any trouble. I called the hospice every morning to see how Dad was and how his night had been. There was always someone on hand to update me.”
“At this point we were having to look after him and he hated that. When he came into the hospice he was given back his dignity. Coming into the hospice meant our time was ‘with him’, and not nursing him. “
“We were told he was only coming to the hospice to sort his pain relief, but he never came home. He was asked when the time came, did he want to die at home or in the hospice. He chose the hospice and I know we were all pleased about this when it happened.”
“On his last day, every member of our family was able to come and see him, knowing it was the last time – there were no restrictions for anyone.”
“Dad was the family's rock, and everyone at the Hospice seemed to care deeply that we were about to lose such a special man.”
“After we lost Dad, that was certainly not the end of the help and guidance we received. My mum, my children and I spent time with Sarah, the Hospice's Bereavement Services Co-ordinator, who I can’t praise enough.
"Although we were suffering as a family, we were lucky as we had this wonderful service to support us when we needed it most. The loss of a loved one is devastating and I hope the Hospice is around for many more years to ease the pain for other families after the death of someone close."