I phoned my friend’s house yesterday and spoke to his wife as to when I can visit them, and after she gave me a quick rundown of his scheduled appointments, so Thursday afternoon was agreed on. One of his appointments was to visit the Hospice yesterday. I didn’t think too much of it at the time as I didn’t know what a hospice is until later in the day the friend who had picked me up from the airport mentioned the same word that a fellow sailor was doing the same who is terminally ill from cancer which had returned after few years of good health, but at his home. So I asked him what hospice is and he told me before he went to spend the night at the man’s house to be a “watchman” during the night, so that the patients wife can get some sleep herself.
So basically, hospice care is to help terminally ill patients to transit from this life to next (death) as comfortable as possible with the use of medication to take away the pains. I knew my friend wasn’t doing well when I saw him last time in September, but I didn’t know it has gotten this bad to have the need for hospice care, although I kept in contact with the family since and knew that he would have good days and no so good days, but I had high hopes that he would get well after my last visit, but it seems not and I don’t know how emotional my visit to see him tomorrow is going to be. He is only 62 years old. This may well be the last time I will see him during this trip, which was one of the reasons of me making the trip in the first place was to see him one more time just in case his health had deteriorated, which it has by all indications.