I felt like the longer my Mom’s Cancer progressed that there were fewer things that I could give her. It felt like my offers to her were piddly but yet it turned out that those were the things that were most precious.
Gifts were of little value to her but she still appreciated drawings from her granddaughters and stories of cute things they’d said or done.
I started using essential oils in July and they became a conduit for us to connect. On almost every visit after she was in the palliative ward at Parkwood, I would massage her hands and feet with essential oils. Sometimes I’d let her choose, and sometimes I’d choose for her. Up until the last several weeks of her life, hand and foot massages would relax her so much that she could go to sleep. When she battled so much pain and confusion in her last month or so, I was relieved that I could offer her something that gave some peace and comfort.
The use of the EOs gave us a gift that was impossible to find elsewhere.