First-hand experience in tough end-of-life choices

by Sandy Bauers

Donna Kaufman (left) and Monica Bhargava in "Extremis," a documentary on end-of-life care.
Donna Kaufman (left) and Monica Bhargava in “Extremis,” a documentary on end-of-life care.

[T]oo often, we put off the discussion. It’s too uncomfortable.

meredith-mackenzieThen, suddenly, a parent or spouse is in the emergency room, and the doctors need to know: The outlook is bleak. How aggressive should they be in their treatment? What would your loved one want?

In September, Netflix released a documentary, Extremis, that aimed to bring the issue to a wide audience.

It struck a chord with Meredith MacKenzie, an assistant professor at the Villanova University College of Nursing, who specializes in end-of-life health-care issue. She recently spoke to us about it.

You watched the film. Was it good?
It was a good representation of just what these conversations look like in the intensive-care unit, or in a hospital setting in general.

I think most people think they are either going to be walking down the street one day and have a massive heart attack and keel over and die, or they are going to go to sleep one night and never wake up. Here’s the problem with that: Especially among older Americans, a very, very small number are going to die suddenly. Most are going to die in a longer, more drawn out process. You’re going to get sick, but it won’t be clearly obvious that you’re going to die right away. You’ll have this gradual decline. Over half of Americans will die in the hospital setting. Among those 65 and older, more than a fifth will die in the ICU.

But ICUs and hospitals in general are not good places for decision making. They are really crowded, really noisy. Alarms are going off. Machines are beeping. Carts are being wheeled by in the hallway. You’ve got nurses and doctors coming in and out. People need to start thinking about this before getting to the hospital, before the ICU.

The film showed how everyone struggles with this. One physician said, “Your mother is unlikely to wake up. Even if she does wake up, it is not going to be a great quality of life.” Those conversations are hard. They’re hard for families. They’re hard for doctors. They’re hard for nurses. And they’re hard for patients.

Let’s talk about the families.
As the film was closing, we heard the endings of the patient. But we never heard the ending for the loved ones, the family. My research is focused on family caregivers because they are the survivors of end-of-life care. How end-of-life care went has profound effects for a family. The likelihood of depression, suicide, guilt over what happened, it all hinges on what happened those last few weeks or days of life.

Family members in the ICU are terrified they are going to make the wrong decision. They have to keep living and think about the decisions they made, in some cases agonize over the decisions they made. Sometimes, they opt to do everything because they are afraid they are going to have to live with “Did I kill my mom? Would a miracle have happened?” Or, on the flip side, I’ve had family members who have done everything and then say, “I feel like at the end that we were torturing her.” That is a lot to live with.

What about your own journey through this?
I started out in the ER. I did not want to research end-of-life. My job was to save people’s lives. But I really struggled with seeing patients for whom we went to extreme measures to “save their lives.” I will never forget my first code in the ER. The patient was brought in by ambulance. We worked the code for 45 minutes and finally got a heartbeat back. And we were all celebrating. But I remember having this sinking feeling: He had been unconscious for so long. He was in the ICU for six days and ended up dying without ever regaining consciousness. I remember thinking: Did we do the right thing? He had tubes down his throat, multiple lines in his veins, a catheter, a feeding tube. He was on a ventilator. We had also done chest compression, so his ribs were broken, his chest was bruised, his face was bruised. I don’t know that we did the right thing.

Now, I work with a lot of older adults, many with heart failure, which is a really common diagnosis. One in five will die in a year. I start the conversation by asking them, “What is the most important thing in life? How do you spend your day? If you could not do that, would life still be worth it to you?”

I had one older gentleman who spent most of his time sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea, chatting with his wife, seeing children and grandchildren or neighbors. This was very important to him. I said to him, “You are going to get sicker. I want to talk about at what point might you say you don’t want to go to the hospital anymore?” He said, “I don’t know that I do. I hate the hospital. I never get sleep. They limit visits.” So I said we could talk about other alternatives.

He lived a good three years, a little longer. And he passed away with hospice at home. In his last six months, he had a couple episodes that we managed, symptom-wise. He ended up with, as far as deaths go, a pretty good death. He was able to talk with family and hang out at the kitchen table up to the end.

So, more people should have advance directives and living wills?
For the last 20 years, we have been on a major kick to get people to complete advance directives. We have done a semi-good job. Among Americans 65 and older, about 45 percent have completed advance directives. That’s the good news.

But there have been a couple interesting studies showing that even among people who have completed advance directives, if you ask them if they have shared it with their primary care provider? No. Have you talked about it with your family? Well, no. There is a big difference between having that piece of paper and anyone else knowing about it.

The second challenge is that most advance directives, including the Pennsylvania official form, have wording that says “if you are in a state of permanent unconsciousness . . .” Here’s the thing: When does your health-care provider know you’re in a permanent unconscious state? Families say to me, “Is our mom ever going to wake up?” I can give them some percentages. Can I ever say with absolute certainty this person is never going to wake up? Until they’re dead, that’s a tough call.

This has all been rather grim. Any encouraging words?
It is true that over half of Americans die in the hospital. But there’s the other almost half who die at home, who die in an assisted-living facility. I think what people need to know is that it is possible to have a meaningful, peaceful, symptom-controlled death outside the hospital. It is possible to give yourself the time you need to say the things you need to say and to have the experience you might want to have. For patients who opt for hospice, they actually live longer than patients who decide to have aggressive care. It’s one of the odder things of life.

It’s not about letting someone die. It’s about acknowledging that death is inevitable. No one can cheat death forever, but we can have some say in how it happens.

One of the most important things is, talk to your loved ones. Talk about what is meaningful in your life. Talk about what you might want, what you might not want. Watch that film and think about, if I was in the ICU, would I want a breathing tube? If you have a chronic illness, at what point would you say, “I might not want to pursue aggressive care”?

It’s hard to think about this when you’re healthy. But that is the time to do it. No matter how uncomfortable talking about dying is, dying without talking about it is more uncomfortable. Think about it as a gift you give to people who have to make those decisions.

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‘Grief is so overpowering – it consumes you’: readers on death and dying

From grieving to dying well, readers from around the world tell us what death means to them

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Keely Dowton (right) and her mother who died last year.
Keely Dowton (right) and her mother who died last year.

[D]uring this time of the year death appears in a guise of make up, costumes and candied treats. Often portrayed by colourful eccentric images, celebrations such as Halloween and the Day of the Dead were traditionally about remembering the dead and the memories of lost loved ones.

But talking about death is not easy if you’re British. When broached, the topic seems to make people feel uncomfortable and can even be judged as a morbid conversation subject. But death is part and parcel of what it means to live. We talk about having the ‘time of our lives’ or ‘living life to the full’ but often try and forget what inevitably follows.

We wanted to talk more about death so asked readers for their experiences of grieving and what death means to them. Here’s what some of them said.

‘Grief is so overpowering – it consumes you’

Having lost my mother 17 months ago the experience of losing her is still very raw for me. Mum went to her doctor with a minor stomach upset and died four weeks later with an aggressive bowel tumour. She had no previous symptoms and wasn’t even unwell. It came as a complete shock with total devastation to her family.

Grief is so overpowering – it consumes you. First the numbness and autopilot mode then the heaviness of despair, then the oceans of tears, then the questions of the pointless, futility of life. Then anger, then deep despair, then numbness and repeat. Repeat. 17 months on and I still question all of it; but I cope by leaning on my loved ones and I cope by using my mum’s strength to spur me on. Ironically, she is the one that gets me out of bed in the mornings.

My life has changed drastically. After mum died I resigned from my job, married my partner of 22 years (we married on mum’s birthday as a gift/gesture to her), I got a dog and am now planning a move with my husband to Sri Lanka for a few years. I see my life in two parts; my old life with mum and my new life; one I didn’t want or choose but one that I’m trying to embrace. I try to live my life as my mum wanted; with gusto and enjoying the little things. I’m trying at least.

Keely Dowton, 44-year-old teacher living in Essex

‘I said ‘Good morning’ to a photo of him each day’

I lost my father seven years ago. It was totally unexpected and at the time I could not deal with it. I said ‘Good morning’ to a photo of him each day as I did in person before. I threw myself into planning the funeral, keeping busy meant not thinking about what had happened.

Just after he passed away, I noticed a robin that would watch me when I was gardening. The robin visited the garden most days and would look towards the house. There are some people who think that symbolises that a loved one who has passed is okay. That brought me some comfort even if I don’t completely believe it. I like seeing robins in the garden, even when they are being fiercely territorial. Seeing them is associated with my dad now. I talked about my dad in the present tense for a long time, maybe a year after he had died. Even now it feels incorrect to talk about him in the past because he lives on in my heart and mind. He always will. That’s love.

Anonymous, 39-year-old teacher living in the Midlands

Joanne and her husband
Joanne and her husband

‘Dealing with death is relatively easy compared to getting on with life without them’

Death means my husband. It is something I’m familiar with now as I have lived through his. I lay with his dead body for half an hour and felt peace. Other people’s death isn’t scary for me anymore but mine is as I fear for my children.

I think it’s more difficult to talk about death if you haven’t had any personal experience of it. A lot of the time it’s very clinical, with the funeral director taking the body away fairly swiftly. There’s not often the chance to spend time with the dead and say goodbye. It’s almost frowned upon. I took some pictures of my husband dead; before and after he was embalmed. It doesn’t feel right sharing that fact with people as I’m worried they’ll think it weird. It didn’t feel weird to me.

Even though my husband suffered with all the indignities of cancer I believe in the end he had a good death. He’d put his affairs in order, planned his funeral, said goodbye to loved ones and ultimately died in my arms. If if wasn’t for the fact that he was only 48 it would have been perfect.

Dealing with the death was relatively easy compared to getting on with life without them. That’s the hardest bit. When the funeral flowers and cards stop coming. When friends no longer bring cooked dishes round. That’s when the shit hits the fan and you see the size of the hole they have left.

Joanne Baker, 47-year-old full-time parent of two children living in Guiseley

‘I gave her a bag of popping corn – she was being cremated and would have loved that!’

The death of my mother last year was like watching a transition from pain to peace. I miss her so much. The horror of the last 12 hours in A&E and hospital side ward as she slipped into unconsciousness will never leave my memory. The nurses were kind but no one could save her from her journey. As she took her last breaths, I told her to go find her mum now and that we would be OK. It was a privilege to share those moments but terrifying.

I’m a Christian. My mother pre-paid for a cardboard coffin, and at her request we pasted all the grandchildren’s art work on it. Her lid was open and we spent an hour talking to her. Her spirit felt close. I placed momentoes in her coffin and a bag of popping corn just for fun in her hand. She was being cremated and would have loved that!

Jayne Gale, 47-year-old nurse

‘I did not cry at the funeral, nor did I go to view his body’

I experienced my dad’s death at the tender age of 13, in June 2003. I did not cry at the funeral, nor did I go to view his body. I couldn’t believe he was gone for good. Many times I dreamt of bumping into him on the street. I thought he would come back, even though I knew and understood that he wouldn’t.

I think most people find it hard to talk about death either due to a trauma or the death of a loved one, and in many African customs it is taboo to do so. Though it’s been 13 years since my dad left I still weep as if he just died. He was my hero. I have been praying over it, and God has helped me to accept the reality, and to stop living in denial.

Grace, 26-year-old living in Nairobi

Mourners attend a vigil for bus driver Manmeet Alisher at a Sikh temple in Brisbane, after he was burned alive when an incendiary device was allegedly thrown at him while he was letting passengers on at Moorooka
Mourners attend a vigil for bus driver Manmeet Alisher at a Sikh temple in Brisbane, after he was burned alive when an incendiary device was allegedly thrown at him while he was letting passengers on at Moorooka

‘There is nothing to fear about death’

I lost a little boy who was just two months old – he suddenly passed away one night unexpectedly. I did not understand how this could happen to me – not even as a punishment because I felt I had never done anything that would have deserved such a chastisement.

This was when I started to try to find an answer, so I began reading about what happened after death, the meaning of life and death, why we are here on earth and so on. I got the answer after 30 years of research, so I know now why this happened to me. To me, death means to continue to live in a different form in another dimension where I will be able to meet all my dear ones who died before me and most importantly review all my past life on earth. I will then know if and how I have progressed spiritually. This will be done without judgment, just with love. Then, I will examine and decide what still has to be improved and go back to earth for another experience.

In 2012 my mother died at the age of 84. She suffered a lot and wished she could die as soon as possible “waiting for the angels to take her”. One day she had an accident at home while cooking – she was burnt and taken to hospital where she died two months later. At the very minute she died, I felt filled with an unutterable sensation of happiness which I couldn’t explain at first and I understood when I was told the precise time when she died. I was so happy that she had been freed at last. My sisters got depressed and didn’t understand my reaction at first, but I told them how I felt and they agreed that it was the best way to deal with our mother’s death.

I hope there will be more records similar to mine, so that people grow aware that there is nothing to fear about death – no judgment, no hell, no punishment – only love exists.

Jean Louis, 65-year-old retired teacher living in France

‘Those who talk openly and honestly about death tend to have a more peaceful, meaninful time at the end of their life’

Popular media images of death and dying often portray an image of inevitable suffering, as does frequent media coverage highlighting the inadequacies of health and social services in providing good end of life care and support. As a result, many people live in fear of death and the dying process and ultimately do not have the death they would have preferred.

Problematic issues including misconceptions, unspoken anxiety, lack of control, or the loved ones of a dying person perceiving the dying process as a ‘bad death’ can all contribute towards problematic grief. My own observations of dying people and bereaved relatives are that those who have talked openly and honestly about death and dying – and who have planned for what they would like to happen when the time comes – tend to have a more peaceful, meaningful time at the end of their life.

Katie Shepherd, 43-year-old clinical nurse specialist in palliative care, and permaculture designer living in Spain and Yorkshire

A skull on a turntable.
A skull on a turntable.

‘I dealt with the deaths of those close to me quite badly. It’s why I’m an undertaker’

Death has shaped my entire life, literally. I became an undertaker, something for which you need no professional qualifications almost 17 years ago after seeing Nicholas Albery of The Natural Death Centre talk about a different way of approaching funerals, environmentally, socially and religiously. I had a welter of family deaths as a child, most of whose funerals I didn’t go to. Now we do the opposite, encouraging as much family involvement as possible.

It is entirely understandable that people find it difficult to talk about death. The implications of our own extinction and that of the Earth’s are huge, particularly now we are at a stage when even the planet may die. I dealt with the deaths of those close to me quite badly. It’s why I’m an undertaker – do what I say, not what I do.

Rupert Callender, ceremonial undertaker and sexton, and co owner of The Green Funeral Company

‘I know that he’s still present’

My father’s death two years ago was sudden and unexpected. The family gathered, and we supported one another. Tears, yes, but plenty of loving laughter – he had an offbeat personality in some ways with a great sense of humour, even around death: he’d always said (in jest) that when he goes he wanted to be stuffed and sat in a chair so he could be glowering at people!

Of course there is the awful reality of his loss in all our lives, the desperate sadness that he’s not here in the physical. He genuinely hadn’t an enemy in the world, and family, friends and colleagues past and present, travelled from far and wide to be at his funeral.

I know that he’s still present though, with countless confirmations of that, so we still go on walks together (a shared love of nature) and we ‘chat’ daily. It’s the next best thing to being in the same physical universe.

Angela, 55-year-old artist and writer living in Ireland

‘It is far easier to grieve among family and friends’

My father died while I was working in Saudi Arabia in the 1980s. My brother sent a telegram, but my employers (who had my passport in a safe) did not pass the telegram to me. I found out a few weeks later via a letter from my mother which started from the premise that I knew already. From this experience I learned that it is far easier to grieve and move on if you do it among family and friends.

Old Scarborian, 58-year-old lecturer

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‘Just say death!’ Plays teach healthcare workers about end-of-life care

Dying is taboo among health and care professionals who sometimes prioritise medical initiatives over individuals and families

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Don’t Leave Me Now, a play about early onset dementia, was performed at St Gemma’s hospice in Leeds to an audience of healthcare professionals.

[S]eth Goodburn seemed fit and well until two weeks before he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He died just 33 days after diagnosis, spending much of that short time in hospital. In the emotional whirlwind of coping with the poor prognosis his wife, Lesley, felt their hopes for Seth’s end-of-life care were sidelined by medical professionals trying to do their job.

“The NHS focuses on the medicine and trying to fix people even when that’s not possible,” she says. “A lot of the conversations and decisions that we might have made were overshadowed by dealing with what was the next medical treatment and intervention.”

There is an ongoing conversation in the medical profession about how to care for terminally ill patients, given that the profession’s instinct is to preserve life. The issue is just one of many being address by Brian Daniels, a playwright commissioned by the National Council for Palliative Care (NCPC) to tell stories such as Goodburn’s through plays, and help educate healthcare professionals about patients and families’ experiences of end-of-life care.

Homeward Bound, a play based on a series of letters Lesley Goodburn wrote, in the months after her husband’s death, to medical professionals involved in his care, launched NCPC’s national conference this year to an audience of 300 healthcare workers.

In addition, Daniels’ plays on early onset dementia and palliative care for those with disabilities, have been performed in hospitals, hospices, care homes and to general audiences across the country. Daniels says: “[They] take people out of their professional role for a minute to look at the family and human side of the people they’re dealing with.”

For Goodburn, that human aspect is key. She could not fault the professionalism of those involved in caring for her husband, but says poor communication could leave the couple feeling worse. “There were just so many things where people weren’t cruel or unkind or deliberately unthinking, but just didn’t really think about what it was like to be me and Seth. He went from being well and living a normal life to suddenly being told that he was dying.” She says, for example, a physiotherapist asked Seth to march on the spot as part of an assessment to see if he was able to go home, as he had previously wished, seemingly unaware that his condition had deteriorated and he was dying.

An actor in Don’t Leave Me Now.
An actor in Don’t Leave Me Now.

Claire Henry, chief executive of the NCPC, says plays such as Homeward Bound are designed to encourage medical professionals to reflect on the people going through this traumatic process. “We obviously work very closely with people who have experience and they tell us their stories. Some are good, some not so good. Healthcare professionals don’t go to work to do a bad job, but sometimes they don’t think of things that affect people in a broader sense.”

What impact does a play have that a lecture, for instance, cannot? Don’t Leave Me Now, another play by Daniels, about early onset dementia, was performed at St Gemma’s hospice in Leeds to an audience including nurses, housekeeping staff and workers from other local hospices. Dr Mike Stockton, its director of medicine and consultant in palliative medicine, says the play enabled them to see some of families’ and patients’ challenges through a different lens. “It’s sometimes hard to have a full understanding … of what people may be going through and the reasons behind their actions or the emotional challenges, adjustments or the resilience that people need.”

Lynn Cawley agrees. There was barely a dry eye at a performance at Morley Arts Festival in October of Bounce Back Boy, the powerful dramatisation of her adopted son, Josh’s, story. Josh was severely disabled following a serious head injury as a baby, and later adopted by Cawley. Despite pioneering medical treatment throughout Josh’s life, Cawley says he was denied admission as an inpatient to a local hospice because his needs were too complex, and died a difficult death at home. She is fighting to end what she describes as end of life discrimination against those with disabilities.

Cawley thinks a play is an effective way of communicating that message, and for getting people to think about palliative care more broadly. She says: “When it’s someone’s real life story, people put themselves in it [and] they might think of a patient that they know. We hope that it will change policy but also people’s attitudes.”

For Stockton, working in a hospice, the wider issue of how treatment is balanced with patient comfort is a daily consideration. He says the two can often be done together: “It is about having early, thorough, open, honest, transparent conversations with people about what they want.”

For Cawley, as a carer and mother who went through the palliative process, those open conversations about dying are key. “We even find it hard to say the word,” she says. “When we’re watching Casualty on a Saturday night and they’re trying to tell a relative that somebody is dying, but they won’t say the word dying or death, we’re just like – say death!”

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On This “Day Of The Dead”, Here Are 10 Mind-Blowing Questions to Ponder About Your Own Inevitable Demise

Traditionally, the “Day of the Dead” is a time when family and friends gather to remember friends and family members who have died. But it’s also a perfect time to think about your own death – if you dare.

Care to face your own mortality? Here are 10 Mind-Blowing questions to ponder about your own death.
Care to face your own mortality? Here are 10 Mind-Blowing questions to ponder about your own death.

Most people won’t go there because it’s either too scary, too painful, or we just pretend it will never happen to us. But ready or not, there’s a 100% certainty death will eventually get up close and personal with every one of us. Here, from MORTALLS – The Death-Positive Conversation Game, are 10 mind-blowing but worthwhile questions to ponder about your own death… if you are willing to do so:

  1. What scares you the most about dying?
  2. What are some not-so-scary things about dying that don’t really bother you?
  3. When you die, would you rather be awake and aware, or sedated and oblivious? Why?
  4. What would be the best thing about a quick death? The worst thing?
  5. What do you think you will regret the most when you are dying?
  6. What is something you want to be remembered for?
  7. What is something you do not want to be remembered for?
  8. Who will carry out your final wishes when you die? How will they know what those wishes are?
  9. Does the certainty that you are going to die affect the way you live your life right now? If so, how? And if not, why not?
  10. What three words would you use to describe your own attitude about death and dying?

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Why I Decided To Become A “Death Doula” At 33

By Christine Colb

[E]vi Numen, 33, of Philadelphia, could be considered a little death-obsessed. She’s the curator and founder of Thanatography.com, a site that showcases the work of visual artists exploring the themes of death, grief, and loss. Previously, she worked at the Mütter Museum, known for its collection of medical oddities and pathological specimens, such as presidential tumours, murderers’ brains, and books bound in human flesh. She has also recently added a line to her résumé — she’s a “death doula” in training — one of the first in the United States.

Evi Numen
Evi Numen

Numen can be excused for being a little morbid. When she was 20, she survived a car accident that killed her partner on impact. Earlier that night, he had told her he was going to propose. While in the hospital recovering from her injuries and raw with grief, she kept asking if she could see his body in the morgue. “I needed to confront his death to truly believe it,” Numen says. “My doctors thought I couldn’t take the sight of him, dead and broken, but to this day I believe it would have helped. Seeing him in his coffin during the funeral a week later felt staged and artificial.”

Last April, when her late partner’s father was in rapid decline with cancer, Numen rushed to his side. “I held his hand, listened, and talked to him when he could, and also allowed his loved ones to take a break from the bedside. What I couldn’t do for my partner, I tried to do for his father.”

A large part of the assistance Numen provided was for his family. “I had to remind them it was okay to take care of their own needs. I couldn’t “fix” anything, but I could bring food so it was there when people needed it, or stay by the bedside and encourage family members to go for a brief walk to get some fresh air.”

Caregivers [of the dying] often need to be ‘given permission’ to care for themselves properly.

 
After her partner’s father died, Numen knew she had found her new calling. She did some research and found the International End of Life Doula Association (INELDA). “Immediately, I knew this was the right next step,” says Numen. Cofounded by former hospital social worker Henry Fersko-Weiss in February 2015, INELDA trains people to provide emotional support for the dying — and their family members. Ferko-Weiss was inspired by the concept of doulas who support a mother and her partner during pregnancy and childbirth. “I kept seeing people die in ways that I thought were unfortunate or even tragic. I was trying to figure out how to change that. To me, the principles and spirit and techniques of birth doulas could be interpreted and adapted for the end of life,” says Ferko-Weiss.

A certified death doula can help not only the dying person, but will assist their loved ones throughout the entire death process, from coming to terms with mortality weeks or even months before the death to remembering and memorialising their loved one after passing.

Numen took a 22-hour training with INELDA and has logged more than 20 hours of volunteer training at two different area hospices. She’s been coached to become familiar with the physical changes the body goes through directly preceding death — and in helping comfort and counsel the dying person and their family from the point of a terminal-illness diagnosis all the way through even a year after a death. “I think many of us have the tendency to be problem-solvers and try to offer solutions to someone who is hurting, but there is no solution to dying,” Numen says. “It is easy to develop the habit of offering platitudes to such a situation, such as, ‘This too shall pass.” But that’s not actually comforting to a grief-stricken person. I know this from my own experience. Instead, I serve as an active listener, letting the other person really talk about all their conflicting emotions.”

Numen says that one of the most fascinating parts of her training was learning how to recognise when the person is “actively dying.” “Most of us know what the birthing process is like — foetal development, labor, contractions, water breaking, and such are fairly common knowledge in the Western world. Yet very few of us know anything about what it looks like to die: Your appetite decreases, your skin changes colour, breathing sounds different. There is a huge discrepancy in how we view the two ends of human life. It is easy to see how such ignorance about death can lead to avoidance and fear.”

Numan had asked the nurses at a hospice where she was volunteering to call her if they needed someone to keep vigil for an imminently dying patient, especially if their family couldn’t be there. “My objective was to be with the person who needed me the most,” she says. She was called to the bedside of an elderly man in end-stage pulmonary disease. He had no family present and was unable to communicate. She was his sole companion in his final moments. She knew from her training that he only had a few hours of life remaining.

Over the course of seven hours, Numen played Clint Mansell, Erik Satie, Rachmaninoff, and Chopin on her iPad as she sat by the man’s bedside and watched him breathe. “His breath cycles grew further and further apart, but only by seconds, which to me felt like minutes as I found myself holding my breath with him,” says Numeb. “I knew he was very near. Within an hour, his breath got steady but oddly mechanical, more like a reflex than an action, and then the next inhale never came. I called the nurse and she confirmed the death. It was easier and more peaceful than I thought it would be, and yet it affected me more than I expected. I had, after all, trained for this, read about it, and kept vigil to other dying patients, but his passing was the first I had witnessed.”

Despite all her preparation, Numen was so deeply affected by the experience that she had to skip her next scheduled shift. “Being there for that man, when no one from his family was able to, affected me more than I thought it would,” she says. “I didn’t cry — I felt it wasn’t my place to, like I was just a stand-in for his family. There is a weird sense of intruding, especially when keeping vigil for complete strangers, that I have not been able to reconcile yet.” It also had a personal resonance for her. “Witnessing a death brought up the other losses in my life, and I had to honour these emotions before I could return to keeping vigil for someone else,” Numen explains.

Witnessing a death brought up the other losses in my life, and I had to honor these emotions before I could return to keeping vigil for someone else.

 
Despite her unanticipated reaction, she is even more committed to her calling of caring for the dying than she was before. “It wasn’t gross or scary, but it was certainly difficult. Every death will be different, and maybe it will get easier or less nerve-wracking, but it will not get any less worthwhile. Even if I never get to talk with the patients I attend to, knowing that I brought some small amount of comfort is enough.”

She’d also like to see more people become comfortable with ageing and the dying process. In a culture where ageism is rampant, Numen has found that learning about the end of life has actually made her less apprehensive of getting older — and the inevitable end. “Most of the patients I’ve seen close to death were peaceful and tranquil. They seemed comfortable and had this beautiful glow about them, this serenity that I didn’t expect to see. I’m still fearful of sudden death and the suffering of prolonged illness, but not of the dying itself.”

Numen also hopes that more family members will recognise that a death doula can be an option that can bring enormous comfort in someone’s final moments. “It’s about regaining control over an uncontrollable process,” she says.

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Talk about death with your loved ones before you think you have to

Our way of dying is not sustainable.

BY MARINA SCHAUFFLER

“I could see that they were slowly leaving the sphere of TV commercial old age… and moving into the part of old age that was scarier, harder to talk about, and not part of this culture.”

– Roz Chast, “Can’t We Talk about Something More Pleasant?”

A chalkboard "bucket list" stirred imaginations and got people talking at an Indianapolis festival designed to help make conversations about death easier.
A chalkboard “bucket list” stirred imaginations and got people talking at an Indianapolis festival designed to help make conversations about death easier.

It’s a topic we avoid at all costs: the inevitable descent each person makes from that American ideal of youthful independence to frailty and death. Fearful of following that path ourselves, we resist discussing it – even as loved ones venture closer to that inescapable end.

In recent decades, American culture has opened to permit candid conversations about many topics once off the table – from gender identity and racism to addictions and disorders. But when it comes to end-of-life discussions, there’s still strong resistance. Those who seek to live sustainably can find that challenge enough, without facing what it might mean to die with integrity.

Many societal undercurrents reinforce our resistance. With urbanization, ties to the natural world have grown tenuous and we witness the life-death cycle less frequently. When we do, it’s often on screen – far removed from our daily reality.

Countries like Mexico and Poland hold collective rituals that help normalize the inevitability of death, but Americans prefer Memorial Day picnics, parades and summer-season sales. Our commercial culture worships youth and novelty, while portraying old age as a protracted talk with your doctor about pharmaceuticals.

Advances in medicine lend hope that we might keep death at bay, an illusion many doctors reinforce. “Our decision making in medicine has failed so spectacularly,” surgeon Atul Gawande writes in Being Mortal, “that we have reached the point of actively inflicting harm on patients rather than confronting the subject of mortality.”

Our cultural resistance to discuss life’s end causes widespread suffering for the dying, depriving them of what Gawande calls the right “to end their stories on their own terms.” Pressured both by medical personnel and by family members, patients can spend their final weeks in Intensive Care Units, swathed in tubes and surrounded by strangers. Even though 80 percent of Americans would prefer to die at home, only about 20 percent today do.

Denying dying people the chance to take what control they can has far-reaching repercussions for family members – who can struggle for years with the death’s emotional, spiritual and financial aftershocks. Many of them experience a sense of lingering regret over lost opportunities for connection in the final days, and some cope with debilitating medical bills. A quarter of households in one study had medical expenses in the five years before a member’s death that exceeded their total household assets.

Costly late-life medical interventions drive up health care costs, straining the budgets of families, businesses and government. Roughly 30 percent of all Medicare expenditures go to the 5 percent of patients in their last year of life.

We cannot afford to continue along this path; it is not sustainable by any measure.

Fortunately, the culture is starting to shift – aided by Gawande’s book and resources like The Conversation Project and Death over Dinner. These efforts address the gap between the 90 percent of Americans who acknowledge they should have end-of-life discussions and the meager third who do.

Columnist and author Ellen Goodman was among those who launched The Conversation Project in 2012 after realizing she’d never had those crucial value discussions with her own mother while there was time. People postpone these talks, Goodman told me, “feeling it’s ‘too soon.’ What we’ve learned is it’s always too soon until it’s too late.” The opportunity is lost once someone lands in the Emergency Room, ICU or Alzheimer’s care facility.

People envision end-of-life talks primarily with elderly parents, but they should occur among all adults. Despite initial reservations, many people find that these dialogues lead to warm exchanges and what Goodman calls the sharing of “deep family stories.”

Even in close-knit families, the responses of loved ones may come as a surprise. People often express desires “besides simply prolonging their lives,” Gawande writes, prioritizing concerns like avoiding suffering, bonding with family and friends, and remaining mentally alert. Contemplating the end of life can help us clarify what matters most – not just when time becomes short, but every day.

Ideally, these heartfelt exchanges lead to completing paperwork that can help guide family members and medical practitioners. The Conversation Project recommends that individuals authorize a medical decision-maker; complete an Advanced Health Care Directive (templates can be found online), and discuss end-of-life wishes with their health care provider. Medicare recently began compensating doctors for time spent having these discussions. Those who are at a late-life stage may also wish to complete and post a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) form.

One of the many benefits to initiating these dialogues early, Goodman notes, is that it can help family members agree to back the patient’s wishes. Absent that consensus, relatives can unwittingly make the process harder for a dying person through their own resistance to letting go. Roz Chast captures this poignant dynamic in her graphic memoir, portraying how her mother – facing her husband’s impending death – challenged the “defeatist attitude” of hospice and asserted “I told Daddy he was coming with me to 100 if I had to drag him kicking and screaming!”

The prospect of death – whether our own or that of a loved one – is inescapably fraught with fears and uncertainties. It’s easy to see how we’ve drifted into a kind of denial, and slipped into medically managing the end of life despite crippling personal and societal costs.

We owe it to ourselves and each other, though, to discuss what matters most in our waning days. Having that dialogue with loved ones could help us remain authors of our lives through the closing chapters.

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Why Millennial Women Need To Start Talking About Death

By Sara Coughlin

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[M]y mother once told me a very sweet story about how I, as a toddler, handled my grandmother’s death. After the funeral, my mom asked me if I knew where Grandma had gone. I told her, as matter-of-factly as a 2-year-old could, that she was in a garden, surrounded by daisies (her favorite flower).

Even at such a young age, I’d developed a sense for the appropriate kinds of euphemisms for death — and I knew that sharing them would bring comfort to my mom. But that didn’t change the fact that my grandmother was dead — like, she was dead and buried and there weren’t any daisies in there with her, though I didn’t quite comprehend that yet.

It was actually much later, when I was 17 and attending another relative’s funeral, that the reality of death truly hit me. My uncle had died after being diagnosed with cancer way too late, and his passing was a real shock to the family. The memorial service was at his house in Virginia and the choir from his church sang some upbeat hymn about going where you were always meant to go. Listening to that, and knowing how he died, I thought, This must be a joke.

I bristled at the idea that dead people were anything other than dead. On one hand, I found it naive to think about death in such rosy terms, inwardly rolling my eyes at those who did. On the other, I believed that death was supposed to be frightening, and by rejecting the idea of an afterlife or deliverance I all but cemented that fear in my mind.

In other words, I gave myself two options: I could scoff at death or fear it wholeheartedly. Multitasker that I am, I decided I could do both.fear-of-dying

I found myself viewing death as two very different (and equally problematic) beasts — a hulking, dark thing that we only discuss in whispers and a lurking shadow that simply absorbs the rueful jokes we hurl at it.

Neither of these images get death quite right, but there I remained, with death constantly on the brain. For fear of seeming morbid or like a total downer, I kept most of my thoughts about death and dying to myself. Yet, a question nagged at me — Was I alone in feeling this way?

The urgency of that question has only increased over the course of this year. That’s why, this fall, R29 conducted an informal survey about death, to which more than 300 people, mostly millennial women, responded.

Nearly half of all respondents said they learned about death by the time they were 5 years old, citing such sources as dead pets, 9/11, Mufasa, and, like myself, the death of a loved one. They grew up believing that the deceased ended up in God’s arms, went to heaven, took on another earthly form, or were left to fade into nothingness.

Regardless of their foundational experiences with death, most people still think about it — and in a small, strange way, I found that comforting. “Ever since turning 30, I think about death every couple hours,” one person wrote. “It’s almost the only thing I think about,” wrote another.

The thing is, most people don’t simply fear death or laugh at it. Instead, people describe how they use death to interrogate their religious beliefs, take stock of their health, and motivate themselves to spend time with distant, elderly loved ones.

Many said they hope they’ll die quickly and at an advanced age. Some alluded to suicide attempts (If you’re experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or the Suicide Crisis Line at 1-800-784-2433.) or an unshakable conviction that they’ll die young. One person qualified their acceptance of death like this: “I deeply fear dying, but don’t fear death.”
the-more-i-learnIn total, 71% admitted to having imagined their own death.

I’ve been turning that number, 71%, over and over in mind my since first seeing it. For one thing, it answers my question: I’m anything but not alone in constantly thinking about death. It also makes me regret that we didn’t ask how many of them ever told anyone about imagining their own death. I wonder how much higher or lower that number would be.

Here’s what I want to tell everyone who thinks about death on the daily: You’re not morbid. You’re human. And you don’t have to keep those thoughts to yourself. After all, chances are, most other people are thinking them, too — and death is neither a beast nor a shadow.

It’s something that informs and gives meaning to how we live. As one person put it: “The more I learn about death, the less I fear it.”

Welcome to Death Week, in which we’ll attempt to unpack our feelings, fears, and hang-ups about death, dying, and mourning. We’ll do our best to leave no gravestone unturned.

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