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I think therefore I am? – Grief and Loss

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In a conversation with a grief counselling provider the other week we talked about the grief process not just occurring after a person has died but occurring during their final illness. The person themselves will grieve over the losses they experience as they become sicker. The parts of their self that die as worsening health takes its toll on a person and their loved ones. This may include loss of the many roles that people have in life. A big one is the loss of employment, not being able to work can affect people deeply, especially if work plays a big part in who they are or represents why they are. Not being able to contribute to society can be a huge loss and a damaging blow to a person’s sense of wholeness.

Loss of roles in a family can have a huge impact. If the main carer becomes unwell it can put a great strain on the other family members. Who can be called in to help with Grandma, now that Mum is unwell? The other members of the household might need to learn how to cook and clean amongst family tasks that seemed to be taken care of as if by magic. The clothes don’t jump into the laundry basket by themselves. They pour themselves into the washing machine with just the right amount of washing powder and water. The teleporter doesn’t work any more, the smelly socks that are thrown at the laundry basket go for a swim in the washing machine. Then they grow legs and somehow jump onto the washing line to work on their tan. Once all traces of liquid have been removed the items of clothing practice yoga, contorting themselves into origami configurations all the better to line drawers with. This whole process may become much less reliable when a family member is unable to help out with house hold chores.

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Palace of Care – An officer and a gentle man

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The young man looked smart in his military uniform as he strode through the hospice corridors.

He’d come straight over from the defense force base to join the rest of the family, the traffic had seemed slower than ever.

His superior officers had been most understanding, they knew how important it was for him to be there in his family’s time of need.

Grand-Dad had always been there for him, at times he had been more like a Dad.

He would miss Grand-Dad but all the good memories would live on in the stories that the family shared. So many funny stories.

Grand-Dad had helped so many people throughout his life. That’s why the young man had joined the armed forces, to do his bit in helping people.

He gently stroked Grand-Dad’s face as he spoke to him, as tears brimmed in his eyes.

A mixture of emotions roiled on his face. Sad that Grand-Dad had died, but relieved that he didn’t have to suffer any more.

I love you Grand-Dad. Thank you for everything. Don’t you worry, we’ll look after Grand-Ma and each other.

Palace of Care – The Christmas Night Markets

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The Christmas Night Markets brought thousands of people to our hospice grounds and stallholders to our basement car park. There was live music courtesy of a guitar-strumming singer who sang Christmas carols that we all knew the words for. It was a family event with many generations represented. I usually only go shopping once a decade, but tonight my inner Ebenezer was silenced and money flew out of my wallet like butterflies searching for sweet nectar.

I usually go with my family but this year my wife was busy, instead my daughter and her friend came along. They were both looking for presents to buy for their mothers. This event was the latest edition of a community engagement project. The aim was to invite people into our hospice grounds, to get to know us a bit better.

Lots of families attended and shared food. Some of our patients from our inpatient unit came down with their family members. I caught up with three families who had come back. All of them were different in many ways but they all shared something in common. Each of the mothers of the families had died in our care.

A little boy lined up to buy churros with his father who reminded me of Hercule Poirot. The boy’s primary school school had visited a local amusement park the other day. He looked well, had grown a little bit since I’d last seen him and he was as smiley as usual.

A young lady had finished high school for the year. Her father was still as friendly as ever and shared a laugh with us. He’d met my daughter before when he had last visited the hospice. She had introduced herself as the new Director of Nursing.

A local politician introduced me to his friends. He told me that his mother had died almost three years ago. This made his eyes glimmer briefly and he had to blink fast before the surface tension of his tears broke. I realised it had almost been four years for me, which made me gulp down my own emotional response.

Time can fly and life goes on, but it sometimes feels too strange. We all missed our mothers in different ways. After Mum’s death, things had never been the same again for any of us.

Palace of Care – No Warning

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I’m very sorry for your loss. If I had known how little time she had left I would’ve told you. We operate on a ‘No Surprises’ policy. We want people to know what is going on as they might have important stuff they need to do. That’s why we kept on bringing up heading South. We were worried that time was becoming shorter, but we didn’t think it would be this short.

The Oncologist had said that with treatment she might live for two years, maybe five to ten years, and some people have lived for 20 years. It was a shock this morning when you told us she might only have weeks to months left to live. We cried together this afternoon, then we were both so tired and fell asleep. Dinner had come and she was still asleep. I tried to wake her up but her breathing was strange. It sounded like how my mother’s breathing sounded before she died. That’s when I panicked and called the nurses. They came in to see her and stopped the medication pumps. A few minutes later and she was gone.

I’m so sorry. We always try to warn people when the end is near, but sometimes we don’t get any warning. We were still trying to get her comfortable so that she could travel down South as soon as possible. I’m not sure exactly what caused her death. I think it was her cancer getting much worse. The medication side effects might have had something to do with it, but likely only a small part. The only way we can find out for sure is to arrange for an autopsy, that would tell us what happened. We can make a request if that is something you and the family would want.

No, we don’t want anything more to happen to her. We didn’t know the cancer was so strong.

Yes it was too aggressive. It caused too much pain and distress. It was too much for anyone to handle. She kept on fighting it but it was too much. No more suffering, she was exhausted.

Thank you for looking after her. She really loved it here. She trusted you guys.

I wish we could’ve done more for her. We wanted to get her back down South.

Palace of Care – Preparations

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She said she had prepared herself for death several times over the past few years. She still wanted to try to live for as long as possible but if it was not to be she could accept it. She would try to sleep, try to eat, try to enjoy what she could of this life. Her brain knew what to say. Her emotional heart at times was speechless. She didn’t want to give in to the despair, but at times she wasn’t so strong. At times she wasn’t so sure she could accept things. There was so much she could not do. So many unfulfilled dreams. Too many disappointments.

Recently she felt exhausted, not because of the usual missed meals and poor sleeping attempts, it was much deeper than that. No matter how much sleep she had, she woke up exhausted.

Despite all of the above, she was more worried about her husband and how he would cope.

Palace of Care – Shorts 1

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I’m sorry for your loss.

Are you sure he’s died? I thought I saw his nose move before.

Let us check. There’s no heartbeat, no breath sounds. No eye reflexes to light. He is dead.

Tears. I can’t believe he’s gone. He was such a good man. A good husband.

A very good man who looked after his family.

The cancer came on so fast. He was often doubled over in pain. It was horrible to see him suffering like that. Then he couldn’t eat. It was awful.

Yes, it was. No more suffering now. He can truly rest.

I thought he could hold on for longer.

He tried to. His mind was strong but his body became too weak. It was too much for him to handle. How long have you been together?

43 years. I’m two years older than him. He wasn’t supposed to die before me. He looked after me so well when I had cancer.

I think therefore I am? – Chosen One

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There’s usually one person in the family who is the go-to person when it comes to anything to do with death and dying. They are the one that everyone else relies upon when times get tough. They are the one who is called when a life is at risk. They are the one that everyone else counts on to get them through tough situations. They are there to liaise with the medical teams. They will drop everything to attend to the needs of the unwell person, even if it means their own needs do not get attended to for some time. They are the one who copes on behalf of everyone else. They will translate the bad news into more acceptable language.

They didn’t get a choice in these matters. Everyone else just turns towards them. They end up being a key conduit of information, from the family to the healthcare team. They will also relay information from the healthcare team to the rest of the family. The bad news may be broken to them in the first instance and they will broadcast the message in a way that their family will understand.

It’s difficult being that person. You are so busy taking care of everyone else, that you don’t leave much in the tank for yourself. You keep on doing your assigned roles. Someone has to do it. When everyone else is busy grieving and crying, someone has to call the Funeral Director. Someone has to organise the service, the funeral booklets, what songs to play, and what speeches are to be presented. No time to grieve when there is so much to do. That can wait until everyone else is taken care of.

Sound familiar?

Palace of Care – The Butterfly

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We never met the social butterfly of the workplace who made an effort to make everyone feel welcome and included. The young lady who made everyone at work laugh. The person who befriended everyone and even their partners.

Life can be too unfair for some people. A room full of flowers, teddy bears and heartfelt messages. The love in the room was palpable. The care they provided to our patient and to each other was beautiful.

We only met her when she was critically unwell. When the illness and medication side effects had made it too hard for her to be fully herself. In so much pain that she couldn’t do the things she wanted to. Her body too distressed, making everything a struggle. Moving around the room became exhausting for her.

By the time she came to stay with us the talented artist was too fatigued to produce any artwork. The music fan with no favourite genre lacked energy to listen to her favourite songs. Not enough breath to sing along with.

Cancer can be a cruel illness that takes too much away. Potential snuffed out with too much finality. Opportunities taken away much too early. She never had a chance to grow old. She never had a chance to explore the world. Taken away in her prime, she has missed out on too much.

Some cases are just so much sadder than others. We have to look after ourselves just that little bit more. We have to be proactive in looking out for each other even more. The team looks after people well but we need to look after each other as well.

We can hardly imagine what it feels like for the parents to lose their daughter. For the siblings to lose a sister. For the grandparents to lose a grandchild. We try to understand but we don’t really know what it feels like. Taken away too soon. Our patient died and a butterfly was affixed to the door of her room.

I think therefore I am? – Choices

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For those of us working in Palliative Care, we must remind ourselves that we are only briefly there in our patients’ lives. We might only appear briefly in the final chapters if it was a book. We have a small part to play in a person’s life as a whole. We provide episodes of care which usually end with the death of our patient. Mostly this is also the end of our relationship with the patient’s loved ones. We make our decisions, offer our suggestions and give our advice before leaving for the day. Our involvement may be as short as hours to days, sometimes weeks to months, but it is a small period.

The patient and their loved ones have to live with their decisions for the rest of their lives. In the case of the patient, only a short time. For their family much longer. They have to do what is right for them. To make sure they have no regrets. To make sure that everything has been tried to keep someone alive.

Even after 15 years of full-time Palliative Care work it is still hard to step aside and let someone do something that you disagree with. You are confident you can control their severe symptoms, to provide comfort, but the patient and/or family are not wanting to buy what you are selling.

No one likes being rejected. To have their best attempts at helping not accepted. For alternatives to be chosen instead. It is hard to witness suffering and not do anything about it.

I want something else. I want to follow someone else’s recommendations.

I want to help you. I really want to help you. Please let me help you.

No. Thank you. I need to do this. We need to do this.

Don’t take it personally. You hardly even exist in their lives. It’s not about you. It’s about them, and what they want to do with what little remains of their life. They want to call the shots. To take control. Even if the only control they can take is a refusal of treatment. They are making one of the few choices they have left. It’s not about you. It’s about them. What is important to them? What is right for them?

I’ll get out of your way then.

It’s not like that.

Yes, it is. I’m getting in your way. I’m holding you up from doing what you need to do. You know where to find me if you change your mind.

It was important to keep on side with them, to show that we would listen and allow them to take part in the decision-making. That we meant what we said. You are the driver, not me.

Our patient might’ve suffered more than they had to but it was the right thing to do for them and their loved ones. They did what they needed to do. So they could live with their decisions, for the rest of their lives.

Providing patient-centred care is not easy.

I think therefore I am? – On Losses

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Being able to do whatever you want is something that we take for granted. Even simple things like walking would be greatly missed if we can no longer do them. Taking out the trash can be a burdensome chore, but you’d likely miss doing it if you couldn’t do it anymore. Wanting to go home but not being able to is something I have learned about over the past week. A cancelled flight was the cause of my homesickness. Patients may be too unwell to go home or anywhere else. Staying in hospice for end-of-life care. A trip outside to the garden can be in the too-hard basket. To be able to mow the lawn again would be a luxury for some people. To be able to wash and feed themselves would be a treat.

The loss of independence and assault on a person’s dignity. The heartbreaking moment when they realised that they cannot toilet themselves without assistance. The losses accumulate as the illness worsens. Every loss is grieved for, some for longer than others. Not being able to do what you want to, not being able to be who you want to be. Most of us have no idea of what real loss is. Quality of life is defined by each person themselves. People can get to the point when they no longer wish to live their current life. When they have had enough and are ready to die. This has usually been after a long period of consideration. They desperately wish to escape their current confinement, the prison of their own body. Each person has a limit, a point at which they can no longer tolerate the suffering of their situation. You can always tap out in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training but in real life, it is not that simple.