Yesterday was Pinky's last day of pain. After a difficult day, she took her last breaths and surrendered her battle to be in this world. In the morning, we moved her to a private room, a common practice here at the Dream Centre to allow patients privacy in their last moments of life. Her family was contacted and spent a few peaceful hours at her bedside. I spent the rest of the day with Pinky, partly in my morphine monitor role, but also to hopefully make sure she wouldn't be alone at the end. At 5:30 in the afternoon, less than an hour after Lies (another very dedicated volunteer of Pinky's care) arrived back at the Dream Centre, Pinky sighed and moved away from her worldly pain. The immense courage she had displayed day after day will be in my memory forever. Pinky will not be fogotten.
