Why Give

Where there is light, there is hope.

Donors to St. Paul’s Foundation have an impact on every patient, resident, visitor, and department, and support the work of St. Paul’s Hospital, Holy Family Hospital, Mount Saint Joseph Hospital, St. Vincent’s: Brock Fahrni, St. Vincent’s: Honoria Conway-Heather, St. Vincent’s: Langara, and Youville Residence.

Your donations help make it possible to save lives… to provide warm clothing to patients in need… to fund research initiatives that change the way we diagnose and treat disease.

Any gift you can give will make a difference.

Thank you for giving hope to our patients, residents and their families.


Stories of hope

Stories of Hope

There comes a point where medicine can only do so much.

If you’ve been at the bedside of a loved one who’s dying, you know what a gift it is to be part of their journey. My name is Joshua Denny-Keys. I’m a certified music therapist on the Palliative Care Unit at St. Paul’s Hospital. I have the privilege of bringing music – and comfort – to our patients during their end-of-life transition, sometimes even as they take their last breath. One of the doctors jokes with our patients saying, “Josh can make you feel better than I can!” He’s not necessarily wrong. There comes a point where medicine can only do so much. That’s where I come in.

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This is not age-related. Why won’t anyone listen?

Imagine being told the only solution for your pain is to give up all the things you love? That’s what happened to Janet Green. She had fallen while running and landed hard on her outstretched arm. “I would have been better off landing on my face like I did at the Boston Marathon in 2011,” she says dryly. Because for the next four years, the painful injury put the kibosh on almost everything that brought her joy.

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Incredible courage. Heartrending grace. A movie-worthy plot twist

Jamie was an active college student who loved his job as a counsellor at YMCA camp in central BC. One day, while teasing some campers, he fell into some bushes and cut his leg just above the knee. A few days later, on a wilderness hike, he twisted that knee. When he got back to Vancouver, he went straight to St. Paul’s Hospital. The doctor looked at his swollen knee and sent him home with anti-inflammatories. Jamie hadn’t thought to ask about the cut. A few days later when Jamie tried to speak, he was slurring and incoherent. His parents 9-1-1. Jamie was in surgery less than an hour later. “His thigh was purple and ghastly. We didn’t have an official diagnosis yet, but we knew it was necrotizing fasciitis,” says Karen. “They wheeled him away. We didn’t know if we would see him again.”

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