Re: End of Life read the subject line. We were six months into the pandemic when Brian emailed Things are changing with my cancer. Brian had been living with the spreading tumors for a couple of years. We’d met when he was the head of a Montessori school where I was leading a workshop. I’d mentioned in passing my aspiration to become an end-of-life doula one day. Now he was inviting me to not wait for my certification. When asked what was most important to him, there was no hesitation. “My girls”. His beloved spouse and his teenage daughter were the
