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Everyone has a story. About losing someone close. About what it was like to have the conversation. About not talking about wishes until it was too late.

Explore these stories that others have shared, and if you’d like, tell us your own story. Hearing about other people’s experiences can be a good way to get your own conversation started.

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Mom & Dad and Denial

By Maureen
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I have no story other than I am a nurse and so aware of what happens to someone that has no written directions as to how they want the end of their life to go....

I want to have the conversation with my parent .

My good death

By Melissa
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Death & dying are always subjects that make people cringe or walk away from or change the subject of. They are also necessary. We all (even if we don’t admit it) think about what we...

I had the conversation with my family members .

Family during the holidays

You’re never too young

By Becky
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Poorly differentiated signet ring cell adenocarcinoma of the appendix is quite a mouthful. As an oncology nurse some of the words resonated with me, maybe initially not to the degree they should have. August 2008...

I had the conversation with my spouse .

Being a friend

By Victoria Bolander
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I have been a registered nurse from well over 30 years and have had many experiences in talkng about end of life decisions and the need to clearly inform family members, loved ones and primary...

I had the conversation with my friend .

Photo of Uncle Gary

Early conversations and dying well

By Marlys Johnson
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While my husband, Gary, was in the hospital with a third kidney infection as a result of nephrostomy tubes that bypassed the large cancerous mass in his bladder, a very kind palliative care physician stopped...

I had the conversation with my spouse .

Only the Good

By Caroline
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The stories I hear about death are often filled with images of grey hair and hospice and bottles of pills. The story that I carry with me is filled with images of a grinning girl...

I wish I had the conversation with my sibling .