Julie Everett
Julie's Caregiver Story
I had no experience with hospice until my brother Bobby was dying with terminal liver cancer. He was only 43 years old. Although it was one the saddest time for us, it was also one of the most peaceful. He finally realized that treatment wasn’t going to work any longer and it was time to move onto the next phase. We moved him to David Simpson Hospice House.
He loved the peaceful setting, and the fact we could drop by and visit any time. His room was always filled with family and friends. It was a very warm, home-like environment. Nothing at all like a hospital.
Bobby’s team cared about us, as the family, too. They provided emotional support, answered our questions and were there whenever we needed a hug.
More recently, last spring, when my father received a terminal lung cancer diagnosis, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He made the decision to have Hospice of the Western Reserve provide care in his own home. He felt so good about the care his son, Bobby, had received that it was a “no brainer.”