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The palliative care nurse

When I arrive I find a note on the bedside table, a page of these diaries in lines where mark notes. Above a name and phone number. The leaflet was folded in two. Call now, a gentle voice from my appointment in the family room at the department.

E 'so that by contact with a new specialization that I was unknown, palliative care.

The nurse is very young, and I explained the situation with the search words and delicate. It 's very attentive to the gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice. I notice that often smiles in a calm and reassuring. But the point remains the same, I'll talk to my mother and together we will decide what to do. Displaying a large scale, to go quietly, one step after another, struggling uphill.

Once again I put the dress dell'ambasciator does not bring pain.

strenuous situations so I do not remember even when my father took her to the hospital, even when Claudio told me they put the screen, even at night when they called me to tell me the next morning would be served a dress.

You always think there is time, there will be no way of getting used to prepare, to delay. But then there are certain decisions that lie ahead around the corner, and one has the feeling of having taken too quickly. Caught up to a glance, what kind of Elena, who encourages me to enter and then closes her folder in white plastic which takes up pen and paper to note down who knows what thoughts. Entering

I sit on a metal chair stupid, so far away from the smooth LuigiFilippo of his bedroom, talking quietly of what now should be done. I do not seek immediate decisions, quick responses. Let's talk about it, It did not happen as long. Then comes the tired and it's better if I go.

We salute you and all could be finished as well, but then just runs off the last sentence that was pressing on his lips, perhaps since I joined:

give me a kiss.
No! give me two, because I do not know how I do without you.
Now go away and leave me to sleep.

Esco and opens the abyss. The pretense is over, now we know exactly what will happen. That's what palliative care nurse, is a cloak, is a figure who enters on tiptoe in the family and teaches you how to steer a difficult situation.
Now we know, we know that fear that filled our nights, shaking our dreams and makes the bitter awakening. What then is the fear shared by those who, sooner or later, is on the bedside table of a package of Helen.

The land of tears is so mysterious.