This is a powerful and touching story from Rachel Naomi Remen, taken from when she talked with a group of American women doctors about treating cancer patients.
” In the discussion after the talk, an internist commented that she would find this work difficult. She had avoided caring for people with cancer because a certain percentage of them would die and she found it upsetting to care for dying patients. “I hate it when I’ve run out of treatments, when there is nothing more I can do,” she confessed.
Others in the group nodded their agreement.
I asked them when they first became uncomfortable in these situations. The women were surprised to notice that they had not been as uncomfortable before medical school. As the discussion went on, it became clearer that we were more uncomfortable in these situations as doctors than as women.
As women, we knew there was something simple and natural in just being there, together. Slowly some insights emerged.
Women have always been present at these times, at death and birth and in many of the other transitions in life. Women have gathered at the transitions, as comforters and companions, as witnesses, to mark the importance of the moment.
One of the physicians talked about caring for her dying mother when she was nineteen years old. She had expected a great deal less of herself then. At first she had driven her mother to her doctor’s appointments, shopped for food, and run errands. As her mother grew weaker, she had prepared tempting meals and cleaned the house. When her mother stopped eating, she had listened to her and read to her for hours. When her mother slipped into coma, she had changed her sheets, bathed her, and rubbed her back with lotion. There always seemed to be something more to do. A way to care. These ways became simpler and simpler. “In the end,” she told us, “I just held her and sang.”
There was a long, thoughtful silence. Then one of the older women said that she too had tended to avoid situations when there were no treatments left. She had felt powerless.
But she saw now that even when there was nothing left to do medically, there were still other things she could say or do that might matter. Kind things. Ways she could still be of help. She had simply forgotten. Her voice wavered slightly. I looked at her more closely. This tough and competent sixty-year-old surgeon had tears in her eyes. It was quite amazing.”*
May we never forget the heart and soul we share with others, no matter where they are on their life journey. Be there and care for them and ourselves.
*Remen, Rachel Naomi. Kitchen Table Wisdom: Stories that Heal, 10th Anniversary Edition (pp. 43-45). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.



A beautiful share, Val. I can well imagine the difficulty in being a doctor who can no longer help medically. A lovely reminder that there are other ways.
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Thank you so much Dale. 💐🙏🏻💖 Yes, sharing our presence and love is healing in its own way.
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Absolutely. 💞
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This is beautiful, Val. It is a gentle reminder that the heart connection is always there. 🙏🏼 💖
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Thank you Eliza 💞 Coming home to our hearts and inner guidance is always worth remembering. x
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Aho! ❤️
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Interesting insights and reminders that caring is basic to our nature and well being.
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Thank you Brad. How easily we forget when we are wrapped in our thinking and trying to do what is “right”. 💐🙏🏻💖
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Thanks for the mental nudge on Naomi Remen! Wow, haven’t read her in decades. 🙏🏽
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She was something wasn’t she! Love her wisdom and compassionate reminders. Thanks Bela 💞🙏🏻💖
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Yes!!
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A very beautiful post Val, finding again what we have lost in a very divided world. Hearts too covered standing in the light again. A lovely share, thank you 🤗❤️🙏
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So glad you enjoyed this Mark. Our presence and compassion are beautiful gifts for others and ourselves 💞
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The daughter of a friend who died recently said that the greatest gift was being able to do the simple things like putting lotion on her mother’s feet or washing her hair. Sometimes our goals are more lofty than what’s actually needed.
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Agreed Kate. Our presence and compassion is so healing. We don’t have to try so hard to do the “right thing”. Sending a hug 🤗
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thank you Val. This resonates deeply. ❤️
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Thank you Louise 💞 Being there is the most important thing 💐
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Tears… Tears of remembrance of sitting reading to my friend who no longer could speak she was so weak as cancer took over and she shut down, but she would smile as I read..
Tears as I cared for my Dad in his last days of cancer as he wanted to be at home… So my sister and I cared for him…
And I talked my Dad over to the spirit world in his last dying breath.. And to see the look of peace, and feel the other world so close was an honour and privilege to be at his transition…
We often look upon Death as that final moment in fear.. In truth, it is just the natural progression, the beginning for those transcending to their next adventure…
It is our loss that is felt the most… Yet for them I am sure it holds joy returning home..
Those who sit and care for their loved ones, and those Drs and Nurses who have to deal in death daily… Huge thanks for their compassion and caring… It must be so difficult at times..
Many thanks for sharing this dear Val xx ❤ 🙏💖
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Dear Sue, you really touched my heart. 💞Our presence and love for dear ones dying is such a gift. I wasn’t in person for my Mum but I guided her over. May we all find compassion and love in our last days on this earth. 💐🙏🏻💖
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That is the most wonder gift any one can do is helping guide over a loved one or friend.. I echo your sentiments Val… May we all of us find compassion and love, especially in these last days on Earth xx ❤ 🙏💖
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beautiful picture 👍
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So very insightful
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Thank you Derrick.
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ohhh the tenderness, my soul is wide open, our kindness, our shared compassion … Our common journey & presence most of all is meaningful beyond words
Thank you for sharing this Val. I’m marveled by Women and our capacity for caring
Karen
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Thank you Karen. Yes, we have an amazing capacity to heal when we are present 💞
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I’m so glad I was able to catch this post. I read Kitchen Table Wisdom when it first came out in 1996. I held onto through several moves and then loaned it. I just ordered it again. It was a profound read. I am slow to buy hard copies of books because the kids will have to deal with them later. As you probably well know, this is a subject close to my existence. Dying and death are a given. I choose humor to deal with it. Kind of like graduating from kindergarten. I’ve already held the hands of those moving on. Another birth is some ways. Ever the pragmatist. Thanks for sharing this.
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A beautifully written and necessary reminder, Val. This story captures how easily professional roles can eclipse the simple, human ways of caring – the image of “just holding her and singing” says more about true medicine than any procedure ever could. Wishing you a great Sunday 💛.
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Such a beautiful and moving share, Val. Thank you. 🙏💛☮
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Thank you Julie 💐
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This was so inspiring and beautiful, Val.
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Thank you Michele 🙏🏻
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