What I love about this book is the noodle support metaphor. When the summer waters are rough in my beloved St. Lawrence River, a noodle is just the ticket for extra support on a hot day when one of us — not just aging parents — wants to stay in the water for a long time. A noodle is strong and secure, and it keeps a person from tiring or sinking, functioning just like a caregiver does when a family member is seriously ill.
I have yet to read Kelly’s entire book — I picked it up at a friend’s house — but the hospice experience described in the book is similar to our experience during the last months of end of my mother-in-law’s life. Suffice it to say, hospice was amazing, and so it this book.