Tommy Shares His Story
When I met Tommy for the first time his face erupted with a smile and he extended both hands to greet me. Sitting up in bed, he nodded appreciatively during our handshake and gestured for…
When I met Tommy for the first time his face erupted with a smile and he extended both hands to greet me. Sitting up in bed, he nodded appreciatively during our handshake and gestured for…
My name is John; I’m 70 years old. In June of last year I lost my job with a disposal company and I ended up living in a homeless shelter for a while. Finally, I…
My name is Remy, but I call myself Remy “D” because I like to rap. I play guitar and drums. As well as music, I like snowboarding and longboarding, although these days I can’t do…
“Mom will be ninety years old this year,” Debbie, her daughter, told me, “and as long as I can remember she has always been a pistol — outgoing, vibrant and full of life.” She tap…
Over four years ago I wrote about Paivi, a fifty-two-year-old registered nurse who had suffered a stroke and was admitted to Complex Continuing Care (CCC) at The Salvation Army Toronto Grace Health Centre (TGHC). Her…
My name is Peter and I would like to share my father’s end-of-life journey at The Salvation Army Toronto Grace Health Centre (TGHC). My father Peter Sr. was diagnosed with dementia and moved into a nursing…