I went on my first hospice visit today. I shadowed a mentor volunteer who has been with hospice for many years, to see one of his long time patients. I will have my first solo visit on Saturday, with my own. "There but for the grace of God go [he]," I thought, as I followed the volunteer, himself about 80 but active and alert, through the halls of the facility, lined with people younger but more decrepit, and spoke with our patient, barely into retirement and so ill.
There but for the grace of God go I, I will think one of these days, when my patient is closer to my current age.
There is a lot of luck and chance involved in the business of living.