Making Time for our Patients
Angels Grace Hospice’s Hospice Aide, Jasmin Aguilar, explains how she likes to find out the background of the patient before she engages with them by reading the report that is provided on them.
Angels Grace Hospice’s Hospice Aide, Jasmin Aguilar, explains how she likes to find out the background of the patient before she engages with them by reading the report that is provided on them.
When you hear about someone you know who is “in hospice care”, it means that help is on the way. It means that the situation for your friend and their family is about to get a lot better. It means the drastic reduction or alleviation of pain.
To many, the post-war 1950s were a largely inconsequential, if not forgettable decade – an era of tail fins, Davy Crockett hats, Ike practicing his putting on the White House lawn, and, of course, a seemingly endless array of gee-whiz, kid-centric and befuddled-dad sitcoms.
National Senior Citizens Day is on Sunday, August 21, 2022, and is the day to let seniors know how much you care and recognize their accomplishments.
They would come to be known as the Greatest Generation. As school kids, they’d lived through Prohibition and survived the Great Depression.
It is with our extreme honor that we announce that Richard Honzel, Angels Grace Hospice, is the Honoree for the Frontline Honors Class of 2022. Congrats Rich!
Music is a powerful tool that we provide for our patients. Take a listen to Part 2 of Frank Sinatra and how He Did It His Way.
Long before he became “Old Blue Eyes” and long before he became famous for his Brat Pack swagger, his Hollywood cool, and his swinging Palm Springs weekends, Frank Sinatra was just a skinny Italian kid from Hoboken with a voice seemingly bestowed upon him by the gods.
Tracy Miliauskas-Varak, RN explains that one of the qualifications for hospice is your prognosis and your life-limiting expectancy.
They were, after all, just some farm boys and small-town kids from North Alabama along the banks of the Tennessee River, a stretch of swampland that would become known – at least in time, and in certain circles – for one particular town in that stretch: Muscle Shoals. But those kids would get together – almost, it seemed, by divine providence – and form, arguably, the greatest band you never heard of.