How do I cope with hard end-of-life work that no one values?

You sit with people in their final days, offering comfort and dignity when it matters most, and the world pays you barely more than minimum wage and mostly forgets you exist. Only the families see what you do. That gap between the size of the work and the size of the recognition is hard to carry, and you are right to feel it. But look at what the families see, because they see clearly. To them you are not invisible at all. You are the person who made their mother's last weeks gentler, who was there when they could not be. That is sacred work, whatever the paycheck says. The world's blindness to it does not shrink it. It only shows the world's poor eyesight. Hold your own sense of worth separate from your wage and from the public's attention, because neither reflects the truth. Let the gratitude of the families sink in when it comes. Find others who do this work and lean on them. What you give people at the end of their lives is worth more than most jobs ever offer, and it is time you let yourself believe that.