On Illness and Dying

“People are not limited so much by their illness as by their attitude to  it. The illness may present physical challenges, but the emotional challenge is often far more important. Our human spirit may stumble as the path ahead appears too daunting, yet  with support and encouragement, our resilience can be re-enabled and used to find creative solutions. We are all individuals, and one person’s plan may not be a good fit for  another who, outwardly at least, appears to be in a similar situation. Enabling people to be architects of  their own solution is key to respecting their dignity. They are only in a new phase of life; they have not abdicated personhood.” *

Excerpt from With the End in Mind: Dying,  Death and Wisdom in an Age of Denial by Kathryn Mannix, MD,author, palliative care doctor for 30 years and Cognitive Behavior Therapy (CBT) practitioner.

Why this book?

I heard Dr. Mannix on a CBC podcast ** and knew that I had to read her book.  Listening to her on the podcast and reading her book make me wish that I could sit down and talk with her in person. She seems kind and wise.

Instead, I read a chapter every morning. Her writing gives me much to think about as I recall deaths of my loved ones and contemplate the deaths that I will encounter in my family, friends, neighbors, and, of course, myself.

Some might think that reading about deaths would be depressing. Actually, I find it comforting. It gives me a framework for thinking and talking about the inevitable. ~Lori

*….They are only in a new phase of life; they have not abdicated personhood.” When my Husband was dying from cancer, he commented more than once, “I am still here!” He hated when his loved ones (including me) tried to shield him. He worked until about a week before he died…from his hospital bed. He was as active and engaged as his illness permitted until the end.

**”White Coat, Black Art” and “The Dose” CBC podcasts with Dr. Brian Goldman.

Thursday 2.24.2022

Everyday I wake up and my small world is the same.

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Miss Riley

My dog has a more active social life than I do!

But then again, she is a sassy, young girl!

Riley is fifteen months old. Well-behaved, but has her moments.

Then again, don’t we all??

Sunday Morning

Hot coffee

A cozy fire

Clear sky

Collected works of Atget

A beckoning sofa

So many blessings

Boo boo butt

Buying books for children leads to wonderful discoveries such as The Book With No Pictures by B.J. Novak.

Read this delightful book to a child, or better yet, a passel of children.

I laughed out load reading this book.  

Check out the YouTube video of the author B.J. Novak reading from his book  to a group of kids. 

You really should read this! The child in you will love it.

Don’t be a boo boo butt!!

Note: You may recall B.J. Novak as one of the writers of the American version of the hit tv show The Office.

Store bought, oh my!

Yesterday, I “prepared” my Thanksgiving Dinner.

It’s a far cry from when my sons were little and their Dad was alive.

Then, we all pitched in to prepare a festive meal.

I cooked the turkey, dressing, gravy and vegetables.

My sons and their Dad baked pies. This practice started when they were elementary school age.

Dad also took care of other side dishes.

Zoe, our beautiful standard poodle, took care of anything that hit the floor.

Now I have a precooked turkey dinner and a few sides on order from New Seasons grocery store.

A friend will bring fruit salad, a green salad and wine.

Add an almond cake from Zupan’s and a chocolate ganache cake from La Provence and it’s done!

It’s not a Norman Rockwell painting by any means.

I am forcing myself not to dwell on what is missing but on what will I will have.

A good friend, a warm house, cheerful fire, lovely music and Riley, my mini Aussiedoodle.

No self-pity.

No sadness.

I choose happy.

I am at peace.

Friendship in a rose

To see a World in a grain of Sand,

and heaven in a wild Flower,

To hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour 

~William Blake

A friend welcomed me home after my long trip with this lovely rose.

Not a wild flower, but I can still see a glimpse of heaven in her lovely gesture.

Mateus anyone?

In my not so crazy but wanting to be sophisticated youth, my friends and I drank Mateus for special occasions,

Now we go to wine tastings and have refined palettes.

Or, so we like to think!

Rilke on autumn

“At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.

“Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”

“For me, it is a foretaste of all of my life of faith. Each year repeats itself, proclaiming more loudly than before,

“It is not over, it is just beginning. Wait ‘til next year and see how much more glorious it will be.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke

As you can see from my previous post “Herbsttag” I am still reading Rilke when I find time.   Longing for the wonderful days of my youth when I could  read at leisure!  

Herbsttag

Walking and walking so much in the last few weeks brought to mind Rilke’s poem “Autumn Day”.

I feel almost lightheaded as I read his words, especially the last verse.

It describes my life during the long days and nights of winter.

This is when I miss my Husband.  He would understand my feelings.

Fluent in German he could help me with the translation.

 

Autumn Day*

Lord: it is time. The summer was great.
Lay your shadows onto the sundials
and let loose the winds upon the fields.

Command the last fruits to be full,
give them yet two more southern days,
urge them to perfection, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who now has no house, builds no more.
Who is now alone, will long remain so,
will stay awake, read, write long letters
and will wander restlessly here and there
in the avenues, when the leaves drift.

* There are many translations but I like this one by J Mullen.