I Knew I was in the Right Place at the Right Time
By Jean Campbell, LISW
As a hospice social worker for 16 years, I have recently reflected on a reoccuring experience which I would like to share. In our hospice program, the social workers take turns helping with new admissions, as needed. Sometimes when we are busy with the needs of the day, it can seem like an extra stress to add the admission component to an already full day. But one of the things I have learned over the years is that hospice is a calling and we need to be flexible and go where we are called (or "bloom where we are planted").
One very busy day, I was called to help with an admission and I was frustrated, as I didn't know how I was going to be able to add this major task to my current role. When the door to the patients home opened, I was enthusiastically greeted by a large family who I knew but whose name I didn't recognize, as the patient was their younger sister whose married name I didn't recognize. Both of this patient's parents had died in our hospice program and I had the privilege of being the social worker at those times. The family members were so happy and relieved to see a familiar face. It was then I knew I was in the right place at the right time. I learned there is a reason for everything, including when, where, and how it happens.