I had not sat in a hospice situation for a number of
years. It’s an experience that is
counter to everything that you have been led to expect in a health care facility. As opposed to trying to find solutions to get
that person out of bed, it is about trying to provide them with “comfort”. This usually means pumping them with as many
painkillers as possible as they fall in and out of consciousness. Meanwhile the concerned visitors look on
trying to figure out what to say to each other or figure out an activity that
seems to help in some small way. It is
waiting for the inevitable with nothing to do.
It is an awkward and uncomfortable situation.
As the end arrived, the hospice facility rolled in “the
hospitality cart”. I had forgotten about
the hospitality cart concept from when my father had died years ago, but it all came
flooding back to me. I remember telling
the hospital personnel that we had decided to let events run their course and
let him die. Then, in a perfectly
coordinated movement, a curtain was pulled back and a cart rolled in with the
spokesperson saying “take all the time you need”. I found it odd then and find it odd now that
when it has become starkly apparent that it is the moment that marks the end of
your parent’s life that the culturally accepted response is to have a snack. “Sorry about your father, but please enjoy
this off brand soft drink and cookie snack pack!”
The thing I kept thinking about then was the small bowl of
individually wrapped Lorna Doone cookies sitting on The Hospitality Cart. How had they decided this was the Official
Cookie of Comfort? I don’t know what
cookie would be my go-to cookie of choice in that situation, but it seemed to
me that the Lorna Doone was an incredibly obscure cookie choice. Who the hell eats Lorna Doones? Chips Ahoy.
Oreo. Nilla Wafer. These are the market leaders. Lorna Doone?
Isn’t that strictly for grandmothers and their bridge groups? It’s my most vivid memory of the whole
experience wondering how those cookies got there.
So here was the second Hospitality Cart I had encountered in
hospice. There they were. Sitting in packaged four packs. Once again, the Lorna Doone. Offering comfort to the grieving along with 7
oz. cans of Diet Shasta cola. What the
fuck? First of all, let’s get past the
confusing appearance of an off brand like Shasta that I had assumed was as
extinct as a carrier pigeon. The fact
that Shasta was available, and as an obscure half can, was very confusing. But how had the Lorna Doone once again wedged
itself into this moment of human grief?
I now believe that there is a dedicated sales force within
the snack industry that has somehow created a market niche for the Lorna Doone
brand. Tirelessly this sales force meets
with food service managers of hospice and end of life health care facilities
with unbelievably persuasive power point presentations focused on the warm
emotional hug of crunching into a buttery Lorna Doone.
“Allison… You have a terrific nursing home here, but I see
one area of concern… When the family
gathers at the end of a resident’s life, God forbid, what are you serving
them? Chips Ahoy? Nutter Butter? Allison…
How can you serve such a frivolous cookie as the Chips Ahoy? It’s like breezing into the deathbed room with
a pair of skater shorts and asking if anyone wants to catch some waves… Hey, it’s
me Chips Ahoy! Who wants to party?... Don’t get me wrong Allison… The Chips Ahoy is
a good cookie. Solid cookie. Tastes great.
People like it. It certainly has
a place here at the facility. Chips Ahoy…
great nurse’s lounge cookie. Perfect for
office get-togethers. But when things
get serious… When it is all going down… When
things require a delicate touch… That’s when you bring out the comfort and the
unmatched emotional strength of the Lorna Doone. It lets people know that it is all going to
be OK… That we are going to get through this…
Together. Allison, I need you to do the responsible thing here and sign this two
year exclusive commitment for Lorna Doone to be the official Hospitality Cart cookie of
Sunset Meadows Hospice. Let me get you
that pen…”
I don't know how else to explain it. Those Lorna Doone sales guys have really done an amazing sales job. They have somehow created a market for a cookie that is as quaint, old fashioned, and out of style as a rotary dial phone. Bravo to the cold blooded sharks at Nabisco and their mercenary snack distributors. While I did not crunch into one of the Lorna Doone snack packs, I recognized it was there. As it maybe always has been and always will be...
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