I noticed that my hospice patient and her young adult daughter were unusually quiet as I settled on the couch for my weekly visit; it felt as though they were hiding something, which was highly unusual for this chatty twosome. “What’s up?” I asked.  The patient, a woman in her fifties who was dying from both cancer and the affects of aggressive cancer treatments received twenty years before, averted her eyes to avoid my gaze.   And her daughter answered, “Guess who went to Walmart the other night – all by herself?  We woke up in the middle of the … Continue reading Escape to Walmart