My boss at the hospice called today.   I expected to be asked to go sit vigilance with someone, but instead of giving me a patient's details she said she had a proposal for me.

She asked me how I'd feel about an ambassadorship.  I'd be an ambassador for the hospice with one of the local nursing homes.  I'd go and meet with the directors and managers a couple of times and month and be the liason between that nursing home and the hospice.  I'd be dropping in and schmoozing with the staff, she said.

I said I'd LOVE to do it.  She said that she thought I'd say that. 

I'm truly honored to have been asked to do this.  Truly.  Since I started working for the hospice I've felt like this is where I'm supposed to be, and I've truly enjoyed working for them.  This, though..... well, they must think pretty highly of me to ask me to do this.   knew that they liked me because they told me so; my boss said that if she were terminally ill and dying that she would want ME to be there for her and I was very flattered to hear that, but this ambassadorship offer....well, this is just wonderful and I'm incredibly flattered and honored to be asked to do this for them.  It reinforces my feeling like this is what I'm supposed to be doing; this is where I'm supposed to be.

So, I'm going to go off to do some more training in the next couple of weeks so I can be a Hospice of Southern Illinois Ambassador.  I'm really looking forward to it!