Death Becomes Me

A New Journey Begins

February 4, 2017

I’ve been interested in end of life (EOL) coaching since I began coach training way back in 2014.

I have witnessed family members, friends and others face their imminent deaths (typically due to a medical diagnosis or simply their body reaching its expiration date) in various ways…quickly, slowly, with a plan in place, in denial, overwhelmed by choices and decisions, and sometimes lost within the barrage of differing agendas: medical intervention (or not), religious protocol (or not) and family dynamics (or not).

I’ve noticed that sometimes the person is ignored, and the illness or state of their physical body is the focus. This saddens me. I feel like there is something missing for these people. That they get overlooked in the process of analysis, decisions and options. That it becomes not about them as a whole, complete human being, but only about that one — physical — part of them.

I want to create space for people to have good deaths. Deaths they feel ready for. When death comes, I want people to feel they are more than a diagnosis, a statistic, a sum of the treatments they received. I want them to have had the opportunity — and support — to explore their experiences on this planet, and have some attention paid to WHO they are, how they want to BE and what they want to DO, if anything, as they face death…in a way that doesn’t ignore a medical condition or situation, but that doesn’t make it the central character.

This really is the premise of any holistic coaching practice: to help people be at choice to live a life that brings happiness, fulfillment and satisfaction, as defined by them and only them.

Some people realize early on that they want to choose how their life unfolds. Others discover this later, after they have followed a path they believed they “should” or “have to” follow, and find themselves unfulfilled and unsure who they are and what they really want. And others learn after a scary diagnosis, major injury or other life-altering event that their time here is limited, and they want to make the most of it. In reality, none of us knows when and how our lives will end, so living in the power of our choices, in a life of our own design, is available and meaningful at any point.

Imminent death just brings a sense of urgency to it.

I began following leaders and trailblazers in this realm, people who have brought the ‘good death’ conversation into the mainstream. Dr. Martha Jo Atkins. Dr. Sarah Kerr. The Conversation Project. Death Cafes. Death Midwifery and Death Doula groups. These are individuals and communities striving to bring choice and awareness about death to others in an effort to demystify and normalize death. (Spoiler alert: It happens to everyone! Or, a I like to say, No on gets out of here alive!) These are people who want to create space for good deaths, who’ve found ways to make these conversations acceptable and comfortable. I’ve found wonderful resources from these people and groups.

And now I get to apply them to myself.

In January 2017, I found out that a polyp I had removed from my cervix was cancerous. The immediate plan of action, medically, was to have a cone biopsy and other exploratory surgery to see if there is more. Since then, I had blood work, a CT scan and now am awaiting a consultation at the local cancer centre and a surgery date from my doctor.

While the surgery itself is fairly routine, I’ve never been under general anesthetic, and I have a pre-existing immunity-suppressing disease so recovery from anything can be prolonged in my case, so I’m doing all the advance care planning things one should do prior to surgery.

And it’s been a journey.

My husband and I created wills after his parents died and we had our daughter, so the legal stuff is mostly in place. Using my health region’s guidebook, I assigned a proxy, and created my living will/advance care plan. This covers delightful topics like the level of life support I’d like should things not go as planned during surgery; if I’d like CPR or not; how I’d like my organs and tissues donated or not; and then the things I’d like or not like to happen if I am declining and death is clearly approaching — music, visits from certain people, things said or not said, etc.

And breathe.

I made a list for myself of the other things I’d like to have in place if the surgery doesn’t go well. While many people don’t want to think about these things, let alone write anything down for them and then talk about them, in my family’s experience, NOT having things written down creates agonizing choices for loved ones who have the task of making arrangements on your behalf. Plus, I’m a planner and dare say bit of a control freak, so planning is: a) fun for me, and b) helps me feel like I am controlling something in this time of unknowns and what ifs.

The list includes things like:

  • planning my funeral or memorial service, including music, food (no ladies’ auxiliary sandwiches!), who speaks, and the feeling I want the event to have (I was an event planner in the past, so…)
  • collecting all my logins/usernames/passwords for bank accounts, email, etc. and putting them in a secure place
  • updating my will with particular items to be left to particular people, and instructions for particular actions or wishes I have after I’m gone
  • writing love letters to the amazing people who have been part of my life

The practicality of focusing on a list and checking it off helps keep my big emotions in check, most of the time. So for me, it’s a coping mechanism. A way to stay present and productive.

I’ve also begun to answer some big questions about my life. I’m finding that exercise way more challenging than I thought it would be.

I often ask my coaching clients similar questions and what I’ve learned is it is way easier to ask than to answer. Especially when there is a very real chance my answers may need to be final in the next couple of weeks. So, I keep putting this exercise aside and focusing on the “practical” stuff. It’s just easier. Heart work is hard work.

Sharing about it helps bring awareness to the need for practicality in these situations so that hard decisions can be made more easily in the moments when big emotions are present. I hope I’m making it easier for my people. I know there will be sadness and grief and anger and all the big feelings, but at least they will know what I wanted, so they won’t have to worry about choosing wrongly.

Like for most of my life, if they just do what I tell them, everything will turn out fine. Whether I’m here or not.

Big Feelings, Big Love

February 5, 2017

As I drove home after learning about my cancer diagnosis a couple weeks ago, I thought about my bedtime conversation with my daughter the night before. She wanted to know, How long did daddy and you know each other before you got married?

I told her we knew each other for five years before we got married.

How did you meet?

We met through your Auntie C and Uncle J, actually. Auntie C had a party and I went and that’s where I met your dad. Then we started dating, then we moved in together, then we bought this farm and then we decided to get married.

And you didn’t know true love until I came along, right mom?

Right. My heart was this full of love (holding my hands in front of my heart, making a melon-sized ball) when I met daddy, and then when you came, my heart was as full as the universe.

I wonder who I will marry, she pondered. Then, I hope you’ll be alive when I’m a grown-up, mom.

Me too, kiddo.

Then snuggles and kisses, and sleep.

And something — my intuition, the universe — telling me:

Listen to her.

Hear her.

Pause here and savour her sweet innocence as she sleeps, tonight.

Be here.

With her.

And the next day, I learned about needing surgery.

My biggest fear is that I don’t get to see her grow up. No, to clarify, that I’m not here to support her growing up. Be involved in it. Be a part of her life, physically, emotionally. The potential reality of that situation landed in my gut.

I may not be here.

I’ve played out the possibilities in my mind countless times since her birth six years ago. That’s the gift post-partum depression and anxiety gave to me — my mind created every imaginable version of catastrophic, worst-case scenario, horrific and tragic death scenes.

How I could die a million ways.

How her dad could die a million ways.

How we could both die a million ways and leave her an orphan.

How she could die a million ways.

In complete graphic, gory detail. From realistic to absurd. My wonderful creative anxiety-riddled mind has created the home movies and full-on emotional responses over the course of her lifetime. So I kinda feel like I’m prepped for anything.

We experienced very real death early in her life. Her grandma, my husband’s mom, died shortly after her birth. Her first road trip at just over a week old was to visit her grandma in the hospital. Her second was to attend the funeral.

The realness of mortality has always been present in our home. We don’t shy away from talking about death or loved ones who have died. In her lifetime, we’ve said good-bye to her great-aunt, great-uncle, two great-great-grandmas, a great-great-aunt, and several other people we’ve loved. We cry and feel loss openly, and remember these people out loud.

Of course I know that I’m not indispensable. While I may not be replaceable as her mama, we have good and kind and generous people in our lives that will step up and in to support my husband in her upbringing and future. This I know.

But still.

I don’t want to miss out.

Maybe more so, I don’t want her to feel a gaping emptiness at not having a mama to talk to, lean on, yell at, cry with. She’s got so many firsts ahead of her…first love, first heartbreak, first job, first home…I want to be there for her to celebrate and comfort. And there are so many days in between all the firsts and seconds and thirds, where life happens. Small victories. New learning. Discoveries. Adventures. Quiet hugs. Shared laughter. Disappointment. Tears. All the messy goodness of life.

I had never wanted kids. I had never wanted to become a mom.

Foreign correspondent, yes.

World-famous author, yes.

Oscar-winning actor, yes.

Discoverer of a cure for diabetes, yes.

Someone with a baby, nooooo.

Then, I met a boy. He wanted kids and eventually I wanted to give him that gift.

And then, she arrived. Pure magic every time I look at her.

My body carries the beautiful scars of her growth inside me, and her emergence into this world. My body carries the cellular memory of her within me and of me. My heart overflows with love and pride and fear and gratitude for the experience of being a mom, of her.

So that’s what I worry about, and where my emotions overwhelm me. Picturing her aching, feeling abandoned and alone. Maybe lost. Making poor choices. Heading down a destructive path. See, my brain can come up with all the worst-case options!

And so, I try to remain in the present, channeling all I’ve learned in my life, through my coach training, meditation teacher training, the experiences of others who’ve been in the same or similar situations. Trying not to dwell and ruminate on the what ifs.

Yet.

Holding them at bay.

For now.

Revelling in my daughter’s joyful wonder about the world, and hoping I won’t be the one to dampen it.

What To Do if You Might Die Next Tuesday: A List

February 17, 2017

My surgery is scheduled for next Tuesday. There is a small but very real risk that I may not wake up from the anesthetic, or there may be other complications that cause me to die on the operating table.

Small, but real.

So, I’ve thought about how I want to spend my last few days, if that’s what they end up being.

Here’s my list, in no particular order. I do hope it won’t be my last. I love a good list.

  • Get my taxes in order. I mean, that stuff is just a royal pain at the best of times, so I don’t want to leave a complete mess for my husband to figure out. And, I’ll need to get them together anyway and I probably won’t feel like it when I’m recovering, so…I’ll just do it.
  • Love my kid. Spend as much time with her as possible doing ordinary and mundane and magical things. Have breakfast in bed; watch a movie; make a snowperson; throw the ball for the dog with her; walk in the country; create art; read stories; whisper in the darkness; look at the moon and stars; eat ice cream; laugh and hug and cry and snuggle and watch her sleep. I told her this morning that there is a chance something could go wrong during surgery. And then I won’t have a mom, she said, matter-of-factly. I’ll still be your mom, I told her, I just won’t be in my body anymore. And you’ll be alright, kiddo. You’ll have daddy and grandma and grandpa and your aunts and uncles and cousins and friends. I know mom. Do you need a hug? This child.
  • Finalize my celebration of life plans.
  • Create videos for my loved ones. Attempt to boil down all the life lessons I want to pass along to my daughter, and parenting and partnership thoughts for my spouse, and gratitude for my family and extended family and friends.
  • Drink some good wine.
  • Give the dog belly rubs and soak up his doggy-goodness.
  • Sit in the sunlight and the moonlight and wonder at the magic and chaos and randomness of it all.
  • Connect with my husband and say the things that need to be said. Celebrate the amazing life we’ve built together and shared.
  • Make soup. Red lentil coconut. Italian peasant. Miso ginger noodle with crisp winter vegetables. Then my family will be nourished by my love, and if I survive, I’ll have lots of healthy food for recovery. Win win.
  • Listen to all my favourite songs. Like this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this.
  • Deliver my daughter to her grandparents’ to have a sleepover with her cousins. Hug and kiss her more. Never let go.
  • Drop the dog off at the kennel.
  • Drive to the hospital.
  • Count backwards from 10…9…8…

See you on the flip side!

Jilly Hyndman CPCC PCC
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