Vos histoires

Vivre la mort d'un proche restera pour certains l'un des moments les plus marquants de leur existence.  Les réactions individuelles de chacun à ces grands moments d'émotion aident à comprendre la richesse et de la complexité de l'expérience humaine.  Vous avez quelque chose à raconter au sujet d'une maladie potentiellement mortelle, de la perte d'une être cher, d'un deuil.  Le Portail canadien en soins palliatifs met cet espace à votre disposition.  Libre à vous de vous en servir pour faire l'éloge d'un disparu on évacuer de vives émotions.  Vous pouvez soumettre votre texte en français ou en anglais et il sera publié tel quel.

Peut-être aussi que vous trouverez un sens à ce qui vous arrive dans le récit de quelqu'un d'autre et que vous vous y reconnaîtrez.

I was shocked and saden when I found out at the early age of 66 my mom was diagnosed with stage 4 Non small cell Adenocarcinoma in October, 2015. Lung Cancer. She wasnt sick before then went to go get a check up as she was getting a cold and couldnt get rid of it. They did xrays and sent to breathing...
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Being diagnosed with epithelial ovarian cancer at the age of 26 was not the fertility clinic outcome I was hoping for. My husband and I had been trying for a year and a half when we received this shocking news. The majority of women with this type of cancer are 65 year olds, making my case the youngest...
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The Following is a story close to my heart. I would like to offer this as food for thought when discussing the near end of life. Is this an option that you would like eliminate? Would you not rather have a loved on go with dignity, on their terms, if they are mentally capable of choosing? A Day in the...
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My dad was diagnosed with a tumor in large intestine... dr suggested operation.. but Dad was not willing.... he survived for two months... now he is no more
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In 2003 my husband of 38 years passed away. My oldest son accused me of killing his dad (the life supports were stopped on the advice of several doctors in the hospital). This was only the start of the agony. My sons did not live in the province. They would not go with me to make the funeral arrangements.
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I walk on a path deep in the frozen winter’s snow and the noise of loneliness fills my head. For my thoughts are of my Wife Joyce, other members of Family, Friends and even my Furry Friends that are now since dead. I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel and see my breath freeze.
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