Finally, I’m back!
After what seems like ages away from work and from any involvement in GRACE, I‘m ready and anxious to communicate with all of you again! I’ve been reading the posts that have been written during my absence, and have been fascinated with the depth of the discussions around the issues of death and dying. At the risk of boring or intimidating some of you who may not be ready to tackle this subject, I do feel that it is such an important subject to explore, discuss, and maybe even get relatively comfortable with, that I would like to provide some input as well.
I am the first to admit that this is a huge topic, one that can be approached from a purely existential perspective in which one never accepts the reality that this is a truth for all persons; to a very personal one in which a person feels absolute terror every waking minute from the point that they have been given a cancer diagnosis, or any “terminal” prognosis. Recently I had the experience of feeling this myself, and I was no where near a terminal state. I was in a skilled nursing facility recuperating from surgery, and I suddenly began to experience severe anxiety attacks, literally panic attacks that centered around the idea that I was dying and would definitely die in that institution away from my family and loved ones. I simply could not get my mind around the idea that I, who have worked with cancer, hospice and death and dying for over 25 years could be so terror stricken! I thought I had worked through all of the angles about it, the fear, the religious concepts, whether there is life after death, is there a soul or spirit that survives our body, the meaning of life and death, everything and anything connected with this subject. And yet, there I was, totally fearful, unable to be consoled, except for some medication finally, and ultimately left to make some sense out of all of it. So, I learned one thing for sure: no matter how much you think you are prepared for something, until it happens to you, you are never prepared! And for most of you, whose death is not imminent, but somewhere out there in the future, we know not when, until our physician tells us that there is really nothing more that can be done medically, except to keep us as comfortable as possible, there is this enormous state of limbo… how do we live, knowing that we all dying?
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