Showing posts with label volunteer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volunteer. Show all posts

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Good News

After nearly five years of volunteering for a for-profit hospice organization, I am taking the next step in my path to becoming a hospice chaplain.

Last week, I met with the volunteer director of a local free-standing hospice provider and she invited me to meet with the chaplain about joining the pastoral care team.  I spoke with him on the phone and then met him today . . . and I'm in!  I'll be a volunteer with the pastoral care team, a big step on my way to being a hospice chaplain.  I'll have more information about everything I'll be doing later, but it will run the gambit from visiting, conversation, funerals, even the odd wedding.  Altogether, though, it's about sitting with patients and families to give them space and a listening ear to explore the journey they're on.  I worried that I wouldn't pass muster with a senior chaplain because of my "knowledge gap" in theology (while I have a passing familiarity with various Christian denominations and their differences, I haven't read the whole Bible.  I know most of the stories through art.)  But, even after five years of volunteering elsewhere, I've never had a theological discussion with anyone who was dying; most want to talk about their families, relive memories, even those surrounded by Bibles, Christian hymns, prayer cards, and rosaries.   Closet I've come is singing "Amazing Grace" and reciting the Lord's Prayer.  Still, I know I have a lot to learn and I'm looking forward to companions on my own journey.  And if I'm not cut out for hospice chaplaincy, it's good to know before I go get anoter degree! (Yep, to be a real chaplain--accredited and all--I need a Masters of Divinity.)  If it is the right place for me, well, I'm excited to find that out.

It'll be rigorous, though.  At my initial interview, I was asked if I'd experienced a momentous death.  I never thought losing my dear Aunt Sis would come up in an interview, but I was able to talk about her death--how it was highly medicalized, with hospice only at the end, but that seemed to be her preference.  Of course, then later, my uncle and cousin died.

Then, in a cold call (which I never should have answered, being sick and half asleep on the couch), the chaplain (a Christian) asked me how I had been called to spiritual care.  Of course, I don't think of it as a divine "calling," not being called by anything but my own spirit.  Which I explained, along with my own path to Unitarian Universalism and hospice (Do you know what you call an atheist with children?  Unitarian.  Plus, there are my leanings to Buddhism.  And my own experience with pain and isolation.)  But I should've known that chaplains have seen it all.    These are not the questions I've had on other interviews. But I answered and was honest and it went well.

Still, I was glad to have practiced with Mama the night before--running through questions on strengths (comfort with people from different faiths and backgrounds; I've been told I'm a good listener) and weaknesses (that theology gap! also sometimes a tendency to avoid conflict and confrontation, though I'm better if I'm advocating for a patient.)  Also, what I want from my new organization--a mentor, a community of hospice workers, experience in a facility dedicated to hospice, more skills in sitting with people.  I could talk about my relevant experience--hospice volunteering, lay ministry at church, community service, mindfulness practice, non-violent communication (NVC) training--and my own practices such as Zentangle, Yoga Dance, meditation, reading poetry and history, even crocheting prayer shawls.  And, of course, clarifying my own beliefs--I believe in the inherent worth and dignity of all people, the interconnection of all beings, the importance of a variety of sacred teachers and wisdom sources, each person's responsible search for truth.  Yep, those are the UU principles.  Nothing about heaven, hell, or even God.  I'm focused on the world I know.  I do not know beyond that, though I tend to believe there is a spark of life but no divine plan, no cosmic engineer controlling fate and destinty.  Religions are created by humans to help them understand and cope with the Mystery; as humans are flawed, so are religions.  I don't think we come close to comprehending the world around us (just look at how wrong we've been about margarine!)--there are things we do not understand or can explain--I don't think the Mystery will ever be fully known--though, moments of grace show us glimpses.  So, for me compassion is the guide through our experiences; some call it Love.  And that is what I want to bring to people as they or their loved ones are dying; just as I hope I am surrounded by love, compassion, and family when I die.

And NONE of that came up today!  It was a quick discussion--he was comfortable with me and must have seen something he could work with--and I clean up nicely, in new clothes approrpriate for the place.  So there we go.  I have some HIPPA hoops to jump  through and then I'm on my way.  Soon. (I'll do the TB test and have my photo taken in two weeks; they're also checking references and doing a background check.)  I can't wait.

Last note:  I was meditating yesterday in preparation for today, and came up with the metta meditation I could use with hospice patients (the whole safe-happy-healthy-live in peace progression isn't quite right), or really with anyone:
May all beings know joy.May all beings know hope.May all beings know comfort.May all beings know peace.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Hospice Heaven

Yesterday, I visited the Connecticut Hospice, founded in 1974 as the first hospice organization in the U.S., based on the idea of British physician Dame Cicely Saunders.  Apparently, it's on the site of an old corporation, who left the land to the organization against community pressure to open up the prime coastal real estate in Branford.  Apparently, that's all water under the pier so to speak now and it is a well-respected organization which provides hospice services all over the state.

It was such a beautiful, peaceful, well-cared for place that exuded an air of quiet calm, with trees enveloping one side of the building and the oceanfront looking towards the Thimble Islands on the other.  It's a good place to die, I would think.  And the inside is similarly beautiful and peaceful.  I had an opportunity to watch some of the staff at work--they cared for a woman from my community that I've visited some, outside of my official hospice volunteer parameters (she's the sister of a local person.)  They spoke to her with such kindness and gentleness and respect, caring for her fragile body so gently.  There was no chaos, no noise, no loud televisions, no beeping alarms, no obviously disgruntled and over-worked staff, no dirt, no awful smells, no decaying infrastructure.  The best facility I've ever been in, for sure.

I realized while I was there one of the reasons I love hospice:  for me, it's a form of community service.  Our communities today help new parents, support the education of children with schools and scouts and sports, have services for people in need (adult day care, soup kitchens, food pantries, etc), provide YMCAs and senior centers and libraries and hospitals . . . and then we practically abandon people at their most vulnerable, when they or someone they love is dying.  For me, hospice is a community's way of taking care of their members at the end.  It's one of the ways I can serve my community.

And I want to volunteer there.  I believe I can handle the drive and I'd like to learn more about hospice from them, be a part of what they've created.  I met the volunteer coordinator and will give her a call soon, though summertime is the worst time for me to try to start something new, because the kids are home.  But I think this would definitely be worth it.   I haven't given up on chaplaincy.  I'm just not ready to go back to school yet, for the kids or for me.  So, I'd like to immerse myself in residential hospice work, maybe then pursue some chaplaincy training at a local hospital and then go get my MDiv.  And I think I really could help and learn at Connecticut Hospice.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Taking the Cake


Tonight, the historic house hosted its annual holiday celebration for volunteers and supporters.  As usual, the board members brought all the food.  There were the usual kielbasa in mustard, veggie triangles, endive with roquefort and apples, meatballs, and a selection of cookies and other sweets.  This year, there were great pistachios cookies, like Mexican wedding cookies but with pistachios instead of pecans, and also delicious pie dough cookies (with brown sugar, butter, and chai spice spread in the center of store-bought dough then rolled like a pinwheel and sliced.)  Sis and I made Orange Poundcake, based on the recipe for lime poundcake in the book Tangle of Knots (from our book club), which in turn is from Real Simple.  I found the glaze via Pinterest, from Two Peas and Their Pod.  We doubled the recipe so that we have cake to take to the piano recital on Sunday (it's unglazed and in the freezer.)  And I started daydreaming about other possibilities--the cranberries mentioned on Two Peas and Their Pod, or maybe mini-chocolate chips, or lime, or lemon poppyseed. I can see it being our go-to poundcake--it's got good structure and flavor (though, I think I slightly overbaked it.)


Even better than the desserts was that my friend Miss J was recognized as Volunteer of the Year.  I know she teases me when I congratulate and thank her for the work she has done.  She stepped in so quickly when I had surgery and then really went above and beyond just covering for me and really made the spring and fall tour seasons her own.  (I know she sometimes reads this, too.) I hope the historic house does appreciate her, for she brings great energy, knowledge, ideas, enthusiasm, and networking, plus a real dose of humor and practicality, to the organization.  And I'm not just saying that because I want her to keep being in charge, and not just because I burned out (and really do hope to start actively pursuing hospice chaplaincy soon.)  I really do think she is what the historic house needs right now.  Congratulations, my friend!!!  Very well deserved.




Orange Poundcake





4 large eggs
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 teaspoons grated orange zest
2 tablespoons orange juice
2 sticks unsalted butter, at room temperature, plus more for the pan
2 1/4 cups granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
2 cups all-purpose flour

  1. Heat oven to 325° F. Butter a 9-by-5-inch loaf pan.
  2. In a small bowl, whisk together the eggs, vanilla, and zests. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer on medium-high, beat the butter for 2 minutes. Add 1 1/4 cups of the sugar and the salt and beat for 2 minutes. Slowly add the egg mixture. Beat for 3 minutes. Reduce speed to low and slowly add the flour. Transfer the batter to the prepared pan. Bake for 60 to 70 minutes.
  3. Transfer pan to a wire rack to cool for 10 minutes. Using a knife, loosen the cake from pan. Invert it onto the rack. Turn it over again onto a serving plate.
  4. Cool completely before glazing with Orange Glaze below.
  5. Optional:  serve with spiced cranberry sauce on the side.
For the Orange Glaze, combine:
1 cup powdered sugar, sifted
1 1/2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
1 teaspoon orange zest

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Miss JA's Party Meatballs
The meatball recipe is very difficult. I go to BJ's and buy a 5 lb package of Swedish meatballs. Then I take two cans of jellied cranberry sauce and 2 jars of Heinz chili sauce ( it is with the ketchup). Heat them together until the cranberry sauce melts. Pour over meatballs and I heat them in a crockpot Recipe is on both cranberry sauce and chili. Good luck!


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Miss JR's Pie Dough Cookies

Roll out store-bought pie dough. Spread with butter and sprinkle with brown sugar and Wildtree chai spice. Roll like a Swiss roll and cut like pinwheel cookies. Bake at 350F until golden brown.


Friday, June 12, 2015

Blessing the Hands



"Clearing" by Martha Postlewait
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create a clearing
in the dense forest of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.


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Today was our annual hospice volunteer luncheon, which is always a fun and touching event.   And I was so excited to go--I made it the whole time!! This is huge because I haven't eaten in a restaurant--in uncomfortable chairs!--since my surgery.  And you know how I love eating in different restaurants.  I also haven't seen my hospice friends since March either, so it was good to see them.  It gets lonely at home by myself.

It was a lovely event, with a special blessing of the hands that the chaplain performed. "May your hands be blessed as you offer compassionate care to those that you touch," she said.  Actually, we perform it on each other, saying a blessing or a wish for the person next to us as he or she dips fingers in the basin.   "In this work, may you be a comfort to others and, when you are in need, may you be comforted," I said to the person next to me.  The person on my other side wished me healing and a full life.  

And we ate great food!  It's so much nicer not to be a vegetarian at these events--pasta is usually the phoned-in dish.  But the rest of it was delicious.  (I do feel the pull of vegetarianism strongly, but it will probably just be a larger percentage, not total.)  There were also cake pops, as there always are at our gatherings; someone in the office makes them--and I get sent home with extras for the kids!

All the volunteers received nice swag--both volunteer appreciation bags with candy and pens and such, and things with our company logo on it (an insulated lunchbox--last year was a picnic blanket--we are part of a multi-state corporation that provides hospice; they are required by federal law to have a volunteer corps--it's a nice change from non-profits sometimes!  We eat better.)--and were recognized for our work.  The daughter of a former patient gave a moving speech about how our hospice team helped with her mother's dying.  It was a nice addition to hear from a family member, especially since we have no contact with the family after the death (that's the bereavement team.)

I love this work and I really like my team.  Today was extra-special because of these last few months.  It's nice to be a volunteer again, and not a patient!!!

(Though, thankfully, not anywhere near a hospice patient in March.)

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Blessed be the hands that have touched life.
Blessed be the hands that have nurtured creativity.
Blessed be the hands that have held pain.
Blessed be the hands that have embraced with passion.
Blessed be the hands that have closed in anger.
Blessed be the hands that have planted new seeds.
Blessed be the hands that have harvested ripe fields.
Blessed be the hands that have cleaned, washed, and scrubbed.
Blessed be the hands that have become wrinkled with years.
Blessed be the hands that are scarred from doing justice.
Blessed be the hands that have reached out and been received.
Blessed be the hands that feed those who are hungry.
Blessed be the hands that comfort the dying and touch the dead.
Blessed be the hands that greet strangers.
Blessed be the hands that guide the young.
Blessed be these hands.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Volunteer Celebration

Last night our historic house hosted its annual holiday reception and volunteer recognition.  It was a lovely evening, with lots of friendly supporters, lively conversation, and food and drink.  There were brief remarks celebrating our volunteers of the year and the presentation of a large grant check (some of which I've had the pleasure to spend already!)  I'm excited about another year with this organization and all of the activities we're putting on; it's a great group of people, one of the happiest, supportive places I've worked.

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Vegetable Cheese Squares
2 pkgs. crescent rolls
2 (8 oz.) pkgs. cream cheese
1 pkg. dry ranch dressing mix
Fresh vegetables (small broccoli florets, bell peppers)


Line cookie sheet with crescent rolls; seal seams. Bake at 350 degrees for 12 minutes, or until golden brown. Cool. Mix cream cheese and dressing mix. Spread over cooled crust. Press vegetables into cream cheese. Cut into squares.

OR:  

"The veggie squares are my daughter's favorite.
Mix 8 oz softened cream cheese, 1/2 cup mayo and a off of ranch dressing.
Bake 2 pkg pillsbury crescent rolls spread on cookie sheet at 350 for 10 min. Let cool and spread cream cheese mixture, 
Chop broccoli, red and green pepper and carrots. Sprinkle with shredded cheese, cut into squares,
Enjoy!"

Endive Bites
endive, washed and dried
gorgonzola cheese
walnuts, chopped
pears, diced

Spread cheese in endive, sprinkle with pears and walnuts.  Serve.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

New Hospice Patient

I met my new hospice patient today, a woman in my own community.  I'll be visiting her once a week. We'll fill out a memory book on her childhood, marriage, children, and other memories; she seems absolutely fascinating.  And we're going to make fleece blankets for other people, at her request.  Someone had given her one and now she wants to make them for others.  I'll probably have to do most of the cutting and tying, but I'm glad to help her accomplish this.  We're also going to compile some of her favorite recipes, mostly Polish, which she made after her mother's recipes.  It will make a great Christmas present for her daughter. And I'm honored to help.

Monday, October 28, 2013

A New Patient

I have a new hospice patient, starting next week.  I've been on hiatus because of summertime and then historic house tours, so I'm especially excited to getting back to this work.  The patient actually leaves nearby so I'm doubly happy to be of help and service to someone in my own community.  As usual, I won't be able to tell you much about her, but I'm sure I'll be sharing more of the ups and downs of illness, dying, and hospice.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Little Old House in the Small Town

There are big things afoot at the historic house where I volunteer.  Recently, we celebrated the groundbreaking for a new addition. It was quite a party, with state and local officials including our state Rep and Senator, the mayor, and superintendent and assistant superintendent.  Sis, Bud, and I attended--in our colonial outfits, though Bud only changed into his once he saw the attention Sis was getting.  I'm sure the formal speeches and odd display of grown-ups pretending to dig with golden shovels struck them as silly, but I thought it was important to miss a bit of school to attend.  That made them nervous, even with the approval of the Superintendent, and so I had them back, after some photos and noshing on bagels.  The new addition will house an all-purpose room, kitchen, and another bathroom.  This will greatly increase our public space for programs and activities.

And we're going to need it!  We have visions of a public lecture series to open the new addition, which coincides with a big anniversary of our town.  And we're investigating a teen docent program that would train high school students to give tours to fifth-graders and perhaps even the public.  This, in addition to our regular school tours and new summer family fun workshops.

For now, I'm preparing for my in-class visits to the third-grade classes at Sis and Bud's school, in advance of their tours next week.  I'll give a down and dirty presentation on colonial life--you know, bathroom and bathing habits and other things designed to make kids go "ewww!"--and then they'll make sachets which were used not only to smell sweet but to ward off bugs.  Our house smells wonderful!


Monday, June 3, 2013

Our Colonial Bit of Earth

Our Brownie troop planted a colonial-inspired herb garden at the historic house recently.  And they had such fun getting dirty, though they were oppressed by the heat. So now the house has a raised bed with several herbs in it:

  • Costmary (chrysanthemum balsamita tanacetoides)  Gray-green serrated leaves used as bookmarks to repel bugs, hence nickname “Bible Leaf.”  Infusion also used to treat coughs.
  • Lavender (Lavandula vera) Oil and dried flowers used for perfumes, sachets, and even baked goods.  Also used for pain and to repel mosquitoes.
  • Marjoram, Sweet (Marjorana hortensis) Leaf used for flavoring many foods, in perfumes and sachets, and as an infusion for headaches.
  • Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis) Needle-like leaves used for flavoring teas and food.  Also used for digestive ailments and headaches, as well as to fight germs.
  • Sage, Garden (Salvia officinalis) Gray-green leaves used for flavoring poultry stuffing, pork, or in making a medicinal tea to aid digestion.  Native Americans mixed it with bear grease to treat sore throats.
  • Savory, Winter (Satureia Montana) Smooth and shiny leaves used for culinary purposes, or to relieve bee stings.
  • Thyme (Thymus vulgaris or serpyllum) Leaves used to flavor foods and as a tea.  Oil of thyme is still the basis of a patent cough medicine.
Sis planted the thyme herself.  

My goal is to search out some more obscure herbs--like my favorite, costmary or "Bible Leaf," which we received as a gift from another local historic house.  My wish list includes feverfew, angelica, yarrow, tansy, comfrey, lovage, lemon balm, valerian, chamomile, and the like.  But that will be next year.

We hope to have the girls sign up to take a week to water/weed the garden and then we'll return in the fall to help with more gardening.  We're not the most talented gardeners--our house volunteer noted that the girls didn't know to weed out the dandelions!--but they are enthusiastic.  

It's great combining my two volunteer activities--the girls got to do a major community service project and the house now has an herb garden to share with visitors (which will include all the girls on their third-grade field trips next year!)  I'm not a great gardener,, as you know, but I'm very enthusiastic about an historical garden.  

Now if I could just translate that to our yard!


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Busy Season

I'm getting ready for our historic house tour season, which is complicated this year by the decrease in our docent corps (understandably, due to work changes, illness, injury, and widowhood)--so that I'm doing all but 3 of the 18 tours!  Add to that, I offered to do an in-class visit for a teacher friend, who offered it to the other teachers, and so now I'm doing 4 in-class visits, not at the end of next week, but tomorrow!  So I'm busy writing and preparing that brand new program.

And that doesn't include the wrapping up of the Brownie year with final plans and activities squeezed into the remaining month or so as well as my usual twice-a-week hospice visits.

All of which is to say, I won't be blogging much for a bit.

Good thing I love it.

Monday, October 1, 2012

My Own Hospice 101

I've been attending hospice training these last few weeks, finishing up this morning, and absorbed wonderful information and inspiration.  Without going into too much detail about HIPAA law and OSHA protections, I wanted to pass along what has interested and touched me the most.

Death and Dying
We spent a lot of our first meeting exploring our own notions of death and dying:  personal experiences, religious beliefs, fears.  I realized that death has usually been on the periphery of my life--(almost in order) grandparents, cousin, aunts and uncles, co-worker, young man at the school where I worked, a Chicago friend, church friends, playgroup child, friends' parents, pets--but always there.  I have never been present at a death and not even too near.  I would say this was lucky, and of course I'm grateful not to have a regular or close acquaintance with death, but I think it leaves in its place this uncertainty, even fear.  We never really talked about death when anyone died--not about where they went (because as atheists, we believed that answer was "nowhere fast") or how we felt or what death entailed, beyond perhaps a recitation of Kubler-Ross's stages and the recognition that funerals were for the living.  Even my childhood nightmares of dying were met quite practically with "you're not going to die tonight."  Perhaps that is one of the reasons I'm exploring this now. So I was fascinated to read the very plain, not very morbid, descriptions of physical death--about changes in breathing (including the so-called "rattle"), how hearing is the last sense to go, how extremities lose heat, how skin becomes mottled. I also liked answering the probing, philosophical questions like, "Would you like to know when you are going to die?"  Yes, I said.  To know, so I can both prepare and quit thinking about it.

What is hope?
How would you define hope?  I think of it as optimism for the future, looking forward to/towards something.  I hadn't given much thought to hope as part of hospice, but that's because my definition of hope was narrow, i.e. a cure, more time.  But it can also be hope for freedom from pain, hope for a serene or dignified death, hope for reconciliation or the fixing of regrets.  As a hospice volunteer, we can try to help achieve those hopes and  to provide comfort and companionship during that process.

Cultural Approaches to Death and Dying
One of my favorite handouts of training concerned the different cultural approaches to death and dying, from Buddhist and Hindu concerns about being mindful (often without medication) to Jewish and Muslim quick burial practices.  Just this morning, I recalled a fascinating exhibit I'd seen at the MCNY, on burial practices of different cultures in NYC:  the photographs/portraits of the deceased of Russian or Eastern European origin; the stones on the graves of the Jewish dead (famously shown at the end of Schindler's List); the need for Chinese graves to face a certain way (I can't remember the specifics--Mama's ancestors are as close to the top of the mountain, but looking out from it, as they can be positioned in Thailand).  We also talked a lot about death and dying in the U.S. and how it (interesting like pregnancy before it, though that has changed recently) has been shuffled off to hospitals and distanced from "normal" and ordinary life through medical intervention.  This creates unfamiliarity, discomfort, and fear.  Hospice hopes to allow people more comfortable, dignified, less frightening deaths through information and support.  But, even now, people only routinely enter hospice 16 days before they die, though they can qualify approximately 6 months beforehand.  Hospice is still seen as giving up hope and is often avoided.  As I mentioned about hope, it's a different kind of hope.  Because people are uncomfortable with death, they often avoid the dying and so patients can be isolated and alone (I saw this with just my own back injury, realizing of course, that people do have other things going on, but that isn't all it is).  And so we hospice volunteers are surrogate friends (and might become, in a way, real friends)--sitting with, talking to, comforting, helping dying people.

Meet Them Where They Are
One of the catchphrases of training was "meet them where they are."  This means if the patient and family do not want to acknowledge the process of dying or discuss death, we don't.  Denial is normal and can be appropriate.  We're just visiting, there to support them wherever they are.  If they are angry, we listen.  If they have questions, we try to answer and reassure them.  But we don't proselytize for our own beliefs, though we can discuss them if asked.  We can't fix things, obviously, except perhaps little things like fetching items, applying lotion, bringing music or flowers.   Mainly, we listen.

Anticipatory Grief and Reactive Depression
There were several informative charts and lists of stages and theories; two of my favorite terms were anticipatory grief and reactive depression.  Anticipatory grief is the sadness/anger/guilt you feel as the person grows ill, even before they die, but it is also what the patient feels during the dying process.  Reactive depression is contrasted with clinical depression, in that it is based on a particular event and has limited duration.  It is normal, as is anticipatory grief.  The appropriateness of reactive depression is why experts were upset that grief is being added to the new DSM V, defining it as an abnormal and therefore treatable condition.

Nearing Death Awareness
One of the books I've read in conjunction with my training (but not required by it) is Final Gifts by Maggie Callanan and Patricia Kelley.  These two hospice workers explore "nearing death awareness," or the ability of the dying person to recognize his or her condition as well as the similarities dying holds for many people, including communicating their needs for connection or closure, sometimes identifying the day or time of their deaths (often metaphorically, i.e. "I'm going to a party on Wednesday."), and/or seeing comforting visions often of deceased loved ones.   It's a wonderful book for hospice volunteers, in that it outlines many of the different conversations or experiences we might have with patients.  Recently, at church, we heard a sermon on companioning the dying, or vigilling, and the sacredness of it.  The speaker, Carol Rizzolo, recounted numerous literary accounts of dying, particular from Gilgamesh and ancient Greece.  She also mentions, without calling it "near death awareness," the visions people see close to their deaths.

Other Sources
I've read a few other books in the last few weeks, including Joan Didion's Year of Magical Thinking,  and Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heaven.  Of course, these aren't textbook theories on death and dying, but personal experiences, both non-fiction and fiction.  Totally different personal experiences, from Didion's journalistic exploration of her reactions to her husband's shocking death during their daughter's own illness to Albom's emotional, spiritual, personal lessons from his dying professor.  I liked Albom better, though Didion's writing is more literary, if only because her memoir is so much more personal and painful. I also read Leo Buscaglia's The Fall of Freddie the Leaf, which I recall Gommie discussing years ago.  The metaphor of the life of the leaf through the seasons is obvious but touching, though I was surprised that Freddie felt no anxiety or sadness when his friends fell off the tree.  For kids, I like the animals of Badger's Parting Gift, which includes both Badger's own experience of dying and the reactions of his friends.  I have several more books on my list--by Ira Byock, Roshi Joan Halifax, Judith Viorst, George Bonanno, even C.S. Lewis--and I'll let you know when I've read them.  And if you have a favorite, please let me know (I know several of you took death and dying courses or bereavement training.)


Now that I've finished training, I'll shadow a chaplain or social worker on visits to patients and then start visiting on my own, probably once a week for as little as 15 minutes or up to an hour or so.  HIPAA regulations will prevent me (and protect the patients) from sharing any but the most basic experiences (i.e. "my patient died today.")  But I know I will be blogging about lessons learned eventually.

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UPDATE (February 22, 2017):  I would add a resource, Hospice Net, that has lots of great information about hospice, but particularly how to talk to children about death.    Also, other good ones for kids include:  For Heaven's Sake (about a grandson wondering where his grandfather has gone, ie.  where is heaven?), and Water Bugs and Dragonflies (a different perspective on transition, death, and any kind of afterlife.)

For adults, I find both books by Maggie Callanhan--Final Journeys and Final Gifts--to be helpful.  And those You Tube videos and books by T. Bathi, including Facing Your Fears: Straight Talk about the Dying Process (very hard to find sometimes.)   If you need a different kind of way to explore these issues, see the cards My Gift of Grace (a card "game" for living and dying well.  Finally, perhaps for future reference for discussing these issues with your loved ones, see Five Wishes, a series of forms recognized as legally binding in many states.

See also my post, "Hospice Help," an excerpt of which I include below to have all the advice in one spot.

. . . . here are my notes, with some alterations in order and a few additions, on death and dying for caregivers. 


Signs to look for:
·         Sleep is so important, sacred even at this time.  Patients will sleep more, coming in and out of consciousness.  Sometimes they see or hear things that no one else in the room does.  These visions are often comforting.
·         Eating:  people’s bodies will not need much food at the end and patients lose their appetites.  It can be so hard to allow someone we care about to stop eating—but encouraging or cajoling them into eating can actually hurt them physically (constipation, even feeding just a cancerous tumor), so not feeding them can be a gift.  
·         Drinking:  Patients often don’t need a lot of liquid.  Natural dehydration actually helps the body by eliminating excess fluid that the heart has trouble dealing with.  Excess liquid can cause swelling in hands and feet and discomfort.  Signs of natural dehydration include eyelids won’t close all the way and ear lobes begin to droop.  Ice chips or wet swabs can help with dry lips, also lip balm.  *It is important to note  that patients don’t die because they aren’t fed or hydrated but because they are ill with something else; not eating and drinking is a symptom of dying, not its cause. 
·         Other signs:
o   Breathing:  can become labored (Cheyne-Stokes breathing, with lots of time between breaths)—but it doesn’t hurt the patient; natural chemicals released by body can reduce pain and panic.  If there is some difficulty breathing, angle a fan at the side of patient’s face, which relaxes the facial muscles and helps ease breathing.  Also, if you breathe slowly that helps the patient.  Finally, so-called death rattle is loud and can bother listeners but again it doesn’t hurt or bother the patient.
o   Hands and feet can become cold or even mottled (like purple bruises); looks disturbing but isn’t bothering patient.  Often a sign that death is very near (days or even hours.)
o   Lazarus Syndrome—an unexplainable surge of increased energy and interaction near the very end; death often follows within hours or a day.

What you can do:
o   Talk, sing, pray—hearing is the last sense to go.  Tell family stories.  Say what you’ll remember most.  Sometimes it helps to give patient permission to go.  “I’ll love you, but I will be okay.  You can go.”  (See my post Hospice Poems and Songs)
o    Take photos, cards, and signs to decorate their room and nightstand.  This gives you and other visitors, even the hospice team, something to talk about besides health and the obvious.  Photos especially are a nice jumping-off point for bringing up good memories and loved ones.
o   Touch is important—brush hair, rub lotion, touch arms and hands, even crawl in bed—ill and elderly patients can be very isolated physically
o   Question to ask yourself, “What’s the most important thing today?”
o   Think of loved one’s energy as finite amount of money to spend each day, save it for what is most important—ill or elderly people’s pulse can be like that of a marathoner (normal is around 60 bpm; theirs can be 90-120+bpm; tire quickly, even just dressing)
o   Remember to take care of yourself:  eat, drink, sleep, get fresh air, take breaks.  You help the patient more when you help yourself.
o   Patients often have some control over the time of death—after a special date or visit, when everyone is nearby or when everyone is gone.  If your loved one dies when you are not in the room, it was probably their choice, to make it easier on themselves and on you.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A New Endeavor

I started a new endeavor today:  hospice volunteer.

Eventually, I'll be visiting patients enrolled in hospice (meaning physicians have determined they might have less than 6 months left to live), keeping them company or helping with small tasks like looking through photos or writing letters.

A friend suggested that I might enjoy and be good at it.  And so I looked into it and went to my first training this morning.  Today was mostly HIPAA (which reminds me not to betray any PHI, or personal health information!) and OSHA awareness training, but I liked the people and the environment.  And I'm really looking forward to learning more so I can help out.

You might recall, I've explored issues of death and dying here (and here and here) several times, as well as my pastoral care training, non-violent communication workshops, prayer shawl ministry work, meditation (and here and here) and mindfulness (esp. Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction--and here-- and other practices for health), course on prayer (and here), and my recent interest in reading about death, religion (and here and here) and spirituality (and here and here), and the like (and one time that I didn't post on, a sermon on sacred dying and ancient Greek concepts).  I think it's all coming together with hospice.  And they even want crocheted lapghans for the patients!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

When It Rains . . .

It's an apt idiom with this unseasonably spring-like weather, but I'm actually talking about my projects.  I'm busy right now with two very different projects:  the elementary school cookbook and the historic house curriculum on the Revolutionary War.  And despite trying to schedule those so they didn't happen at the same time, they are.  Between now and mid-February, I will gather more than 150 recipes and edit them, then organize and arrange the cookbook and place the order (thankfully Mommy Goose is my co-cookbook editor!).  And, for the historic house, I need to research and write several fact sheets on women, maritime trade, African freedmen and slaves, taverns and travel, and the house, as well as write instructions for the archaeological activity and edit the teacher packet.  Plus lead four docent training sessions on said topics.  And that doesn't include my usual Daisy troop leader responsibilities, nor our gig teaching about Chinese-Americans for the multicultural program at school. I'm not complaining, though.  Not at all.  I like cooking.  I like history.  And most of all, I like to feel useful.

Even if it is cutting into my rigorous schedule of "Glee" reruns and blogging!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Crisis in Faith

Not that faith. Not real faith. In fact, if I'd embraced my UUism and lessons from Buddhism, it wouldn't have been much of a crisis.

But last night, when we realized that Yahoo had erased, obliterated, annihilated, deactivated one of my email accounts--the one that included all of my professional work from all my museum jobs, an account I obviously don't check often because I haven't needed them--I too felt erased in a way. That professional identity--with all my contacts, my documents, my work history--gone in a flash. And I had wanted them more than I had in the last 6 years because I'm starting a new volunteer position as an educator at an historic house museum and am writing curricula and other materials. So I tried to log into my old account. But Yahoo's new policy is to deactivate email accounts, erasing everything, if you haven't used it in four months. And they never told me.

I cried myself to sleep, in the glow of the computer light.

Because Mama was convinced that somewhere, somehow there was a backup, that she had been careful, conscientious, and cautious six years ago.

And she had.

Only not with the email account, because it's not possible to download Yahoo, but with my work files, which were carefully labeled on a CD which she'd backed up to an external hard drive, way back when. So, even though the emails and contacts and such are gone, I have anything that I wrote and stored on my own computer.

Bless Mama, who stayed up very late to retrieve the documents. (And she is now double-backing up and/or printing out all manner of things--a decade worth of pictures, 500 pages of a cookbook, the entire text of this blog, our address book.)

Though, I tried hard to convince myself it hadn't mattered in that 12 hours I thought it was all lost. Telling myself that I needn't be attached to those files because I could make new ones, or even more importantly, be attached to that old professional identity, which had little to do with my life today. If/when I ever go back full time in museum education, here in a new state, my contacts will have moved on, my documents will need to be updated, everything will have changed. The security blanket of data that I have held on to--the one that offers the protective cover of tools should I ever need or want to go back to that work, proof that I'm capable and employable--really holds little safety or protection, I realized. But it had held, very tangibly, who I used to be. And that is what I mourned last night.

Looking through the documents this morning--pre- and post-visit activities, tour confirmations, docent training manuals, public program announcements, class syllabi, lecture texts, conference presentations, grant proposals--brought back all sorts of memories from about a decade of work. It was both bittersweet, remembering all that I used to do, but also confidence-building, here as I begin a new journey.

Beyond learning to have faith in myself (and in Mama!) and in the way things unfold, I was reminded not to put too much stock in perceptions (or ideas/beliefs about myself, career, past) or in things.

Especially computers.

(Yes, some of you will note that, in the end, a computer did save the documents. True enough. But I think it's more the symbolism of it. I could've had printouts of everything, too. Might, even, in the basement somewhere. It's the faith in the belief that I needed these things, truly needed, not just wanted because I'm attached to them--that I couldn't be happy or survive without the documents, or my recipes or blog or even pictures--that was false (even if we're still gonna back it all up, because there's more than one lesson we're working on here.) That, and Yahoo sucks.)

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Rewards of Volunteering

I had quite a busy volunteer week, at school and after school. And I was more than amply rewarded:
  • At Daisies, several of the girls, including mine own, when asked about things for which they are thankful, said that they were thankful for our Daisies meetings and the leaders (that's me!).
  • When I made a surprise visit to the school yesterday, subbing for a volunteer whose child was ill, I got a huge smile and enthusiastic wave from Sis and a jubilant thumbs-up from Bud.
  • When I volunteered today, both kiddos held my hands and gave me hugs.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Of Sangha and Service

Having been in school for something approaching 28 years from preschool to Ph.D., I am conditioned to treat September, instead of January, as the beginning of the year. And so, as schooltime approaches for the kids (the beginning of 28 years for them? If that's what they want . . . ), I am contemplating and pursuing two new ideas.

Let's start with the second one first, "service": I have contacted the local public schools to volunteer with their arts program and will be speaking to the district administrator next week. Everywhere I read there is mention of the longstanding and widespread cuts to arts programs and the challenges facing schools now. And so I want to see how I can help out and put my art and education skills to good use. Organizing "picture parent" programs, working with teachers, and teaching students were some of my favorite parts of my museum work (right after writing lesson plans and curricula!). I'll keep you posted.

Secondly, I am considering joining a sangha, or meditation community, and have been emailing a local group about their weekly meetings. The organizer (I'm not sure of his position or title) seems very encouraging and welcoming, but I am a bit nervous. Up to now, I've only meditated for 5+ minutes at home; a group meditation for 25 minutes is completely different. And I have questions, weird but persistent worries. No wonder Momma Zen says that joining a community is a sticking point for many meditators. What if I have a coughing fit and need to leave the group before the meditation is over? Do they sit on pillows? Would I be able to have a chair (since it's hard for me to sit on the ground for long periods, though I've seen that improve with my PT)? Do you make a donation? I've emailed the organizer these beginner questions and look forward to his response. And if I get up my nerve, I'll go next week.

On the same day I speak with the school administrator.

The night before school starts for our family . . .

Here's to the school year! And lifelong learning way after school ends . . . .