We Don't Always Know Our Impact
--by SissyLee, posted May 23, 2018
The volunteer coordinator called me last week and asked, well, when are you going there again? I replied that I was uncertain if anyone noticed or cared and that I felt very alone in my endeavor. I hadn't heard from Hospice in a couple of months. He became quiet and said, that was his fault. He told me that while the people there may not show response, the staff reports the residents sleep better and are calmer.
Two of the men patients had passed, but my three gals were there and wheeled out to sit in a semi-circle while I played. One was asleep, another in some quiet place, but she did make eye contact once -- I was glad to see her upright and not face-planted on the table. The third is the one who can't speak clearly but she can wave at me and smiles and makes very attentive eye contact. If I look at her and smile as I play, she snaps her eyes to mine and grins and makes happy sounds and clasps her hands. The staff is caring and trained.
And wouldn't you know, a thank you note came in my mail, signed by the hospice staff.