Recently I’ve been navigating a surge of grief, thinking about friends who died recently, “before their time.” One person in particular has been visiting, someone I supported through part of the massive crisis leading up to her death. Much of this time she was in a nursing home, languishing in a medical system that didn’t even begin to know how to help her. She’d text me about intolerable medication side effects, battling with insurance companies while trying to stay alive. Her struggles with eating and swallowing. Her episodes of altered states that became more frequent and unpredictable.
Grieving Friends Who Fall Through The Cracks
Grieving Friends Who Fall Through The Cracks
Grieving Friends Who Fall Through The Cracks
Recently I’ve been navigating a surge of grief, thinking about friends who died recently, “before their time.” One person in particular has been visiting, someone I supported through part of the massive crisis leading up to her death. Much of this time she was in a nursing home, languishing in a medical system that didn’t even begin to know how to help her. She’d text me about intolerable medication side effects, battling with insurance companies while trying to stay alive. Her struggles with eating and swallowing. Her episodes of altered states that became more frequent and unpredictable.