By: Ottamissiah “Missy” Moore I grew up in a multigenerational household in Philadelphia, where storytelling was the centerpiece of our lives. My great-grandfather was born a slave and became the first black undertaker in our area, he was a great historian. My house was filled with wisdom and truth-telling – two things that carry my
Ottamissiah âMissyâ Moore | 4/23/2021, 6 a.m. Hospice and palliative care benefit thousands of people at the end of their lives, but Black people continue to utilize it at lower rates than their white counterparts. Courtesy Photo/NNPA
Iâve been a nurse for 33 years and have spent 25 of those years caring for people in hospice. In 2017, my son, Demitrice was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer, and suddenly hospice came home. I knew we didnât have a lot of time left together, and I wanted to spend every moment with my son. Thatâs why hospice was the right choice for Demitrice and our family.