By Susan Ellis of KeyLifeJourneys
Suddenly the drama is playing out its final scene. Suddenly you realize it is too late to intervene. All that could, should have been done….it is too late to
ponder what if. Everything is beyond your control. When will the end come? Should one stay? Does it now matter? Your energy is there, your thoughts and prayers are there. You’ve left the gentle music
...
Until you look death in the face you can deny its presence. But when you look at the body of the friend who has been some part of your life for the past 27 years and know there will be no more two-way communication, denial serves no purpose. Tammy said she had quality of life during her dying, she evaluated many days has having been good. Now it was time for a good death.
<< MORE >>
It was Thursday. The weekend was coming. I needed everything that a doctor could give me to be at my disposal. Tammy had been talking about not feeling good but she could not describe it as pain. Over the phone I shared with him the problem with the restless nights. The doctor agreed that subcutaneous medication was called for. He would prescribe a major tranquillizer – the sort used to treat schizophrenia and also an opiate derivative for pain. The nurse would insert ...
<< MORE >>There comes a time when one must witness the body really crumbling; the decay wrought by cancer shows its destructive face with a vengeance. The fears of all touched by it lead to different reactions. For Tammy it showed itself as sleep filled days and restless nights. It showed itself as her needing to go independently to the washroom to pee – and she did. Certainly now she was excreting more urine than the body was taking in as liquid. Food was no ...
<< MORE >>Rule #1 - never make promises to a person who is dying, that you cannot or don't intend to keep.
It is 6.30am as I write the first draft of this post at a table in a coffee shop. I have a heavy bacon/egg/cheese muffin before me and a black coffee. Through the window I see black silhouetted buildings back lit by an increasingly paling blue pre-dawn sky. The gliding snakes of headlights from drive-through traffic are endless.
Night is endless to the person who is dying and cannot sleep. Tammy is afraid to take ...
<< MORE >>It seems to me that when I had time to give to my care giving I enjoyed the role; I relaxed into it embracing the physical contact and meaningful communication. It was easy to be patient and I was stimulated by creative problem solving. But when I was rushed, juggling responsibilities, and when tired, the role became less of a healthy challenge and more of a stress filled burden. So we need to learn time management, acquire the ability to ask for help and get plenty ...
<< MORE >>