My story involves the Ian Anderson House hospice in Oakville. My husband Gary was transferred to Ian Anderson House for his final two weeks of care before he died of a glioblastoma multiforme brain tumour.
I was caring for him at home and finding it increasingly difficult because he could not walk or speak, and he could also not lift his body to help with daily functions. We were so lucky to be admitted to the hospice because at that time there were only six or seven beds, and the only other hospice nearby was Carpenter House in Burlington, and it was full.
When we arrived, Gary was made clean and comfortable and began smiling again, even though he knew that his time on earth was quickly approaching. The staff at Ian Anderson were so compassionate and kind. They encouraged me to let them take care of Gary and for me to just relax and be there for him.
The room was so bright and comfortable, and the atmosphere was calm and quiet. Volunteers would come by to see if they could bring me a cup of tea and some cookies. We were allowed guests at any time and there was no limit as to the number of visitors. My daughter’s little dog was even allowed to come and lay on his bed.
The nursing staff let me know what to watch for as the end was nearing so that I was able to stay overnight with him and be there when he finally succumbed. There were no interventions, and it was a calm, gentle leaving with his loved ones at his side.
I have nothing but warm feelings for the hospice experience and we desperately need one in Milton. It is where I want to be at the end of my life, and I encourage everyone to support the fundraising efforts of the Townsend-Smith Foundation.
– Margaret Jones