It’s funny how your perspective can change. When my sister and I first went to tour the palliative care ward at Parkwood Hospital, it felt very hospital-like, and the rooms felt dated. The staff were protective of their patients (well, my sister and I did look suspicious as we hadn’t heard back about a tour and decided to just go and pretend we knew what we were doing) and everything seemed bleh. There was a friendly volunteer who gave us a good tour of the floor and this elderly gentleman seemed like the only good thing about the floor.
My Mom finally decided on Parkwood because we learned she could continue under the care of her new family doctor, who happened to be a good friend of mine from 20 years ago. Decision made.
Several months later, I discovered that the palliative ward felt safe, comfortable and the nurses were really angels in disguise. The whole environment (save for the co-ed ward rooms, but that’s another blog post right there) was lovely and loving and inspiring. My Mom said her private room felt homey (she only had to endure one night in the co-ed ward room).