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My last post – a death in the family – has had an amazing ride over the past five days! After I posted it on Facebook, I tried to “boost” it to reach more people and for some bizarre reason, FB deemed it to be unsuitable, objectionable content – they refused the ad and removed the message from Facebook! Magically, it reappeared a day later (perhaps because I appealed, though I doubt it!) And since then, an amazing number of people have read the post about my aunt’s last days. I am enormously gratified by the response and so glad my story reached so many people. Thanks to all of you!

It’s been a busy week, because this is National Hospice Palliative Care week. I participated on a webinar for the Canadian Hospice Palliative Care Association on living well, right to the end. Here’s the link to the show (I’m the first speaker, right after the introduction). I hope you enjoy it!

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Today is March 8th, International Women’s Day. So it seems appropriate to share this article about Dame Cicely Saunders, the founder of St. Christopher’s House in London and a pioneer in the modern hospice movement. Many people involved in hospice palliative care work in Canada and elsewhere were inspired by her work and her life. Dr. Balfour Mount (the Montreal physician who established the first palliative care unit and coined the term palliative care) and Dr. John Seely (a champion of palliative care in Ottawa and friend and colleague of Dr. Mount) both visited Cicely Saunders in London and saw first hand the importance of her work.

So today, I am grateful for Dame Cicely Saunders and the many many women who came before us, who paged the way for our work today, and shone a light on the possibilities of the future.

http://endoflifestudies.academicblogs.co.uk/celebrating-the-life-of-cicely-saunders-on-international-womens-day-by-david-clark/

 

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Before I start this post, I want to share with you an amazing podcast from the BBC that I came across recently. Here’s the link:

We need to talk about death

You can listen to it on your computer, or download the podcast and keep up with all the episodes as they are posted. There are two at the moment and they are truly wonderful. The instigator and narrator is a wonderful British woman in her 80s. She’s gathered a small panel of “experts” – people who have thought a great deal about death during their lives. The first episode talks about the importance of facing our fears of death and dying. The second focusses on pain. I wish I could sit down with all of you and listen to it together – and then talk about our own thoughts, feelings, and reactions. We seem to have so few places to talk about such things.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t posted in nearly two months. I could tell you that I’ve been busy, that life’s gotten in the way, that I’ve been working hard on other things, and, while all that would be true, it’s not the real reason I’ve been silent.

The real reason is because I’ve been struggling to find the meaning in the work I am doing as a hospice volunteer. It’s not that I’ve lost the calling. That’s something I’ve felt since I first walked into the hospice where I still volunteer. It’s something I’ve known since my sister told me “You’re going to be an expert at this by the time you’re done with me,” shortly before she died. While I certainly didn’t want to learn how to be with dying from my sister, she was, as always, an excellent teacher.

I feel honoured to be able to help dying people and their families. I treasure the conversations we have had over the past 15 years – and I hold deep within my heart the memory of the people with whom I’ve sat as they took their last breath.

But increasingly – slowly over time and, of late, more frequently – I’ve found myself confronted with more and more rules and restrictions, tasks and prohibitions. Seldom do I seem to have the time to sit with someone who is dying. Or to retreat to the sun room to have a chat with a family member who is having a hard time. Instead, I’m in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher (or waiting for it to be finished!), rushing to answer the phone or fix someone’s lunch.

I have never minded the quotidian tasks that are part and parcel of volunteering – I’ve become quite the expert at making jello, grilled cheese sandwiches, scrambled eggs (though not poached, after all these years). Those things have been part and parcel of the services we do. My struggle has been that we are faced with an increasing number of rules about how things must be done and what we must do to the point where I wonder if “being with dying” is actually part of our “job.”

Perhaps you’ll think I’m complaining – or being unrealistic about the degree to which organizations must change when they advance from their “pioneering phase.” But when I listen to people talk as they do on the BBC program mentioned above, I am reminded once again of the reason why I became a hospice volunteer – and I mourn what seems lost in the process of  growing, consolidating, and institutionalizing.

From my casual conversations during shift changes and with friends, I know I’m not alone in these feelings. I wonder if any of you readers out there might feel the same.

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Last Thursday, October 13th, was International Hospice Palliative Care day. And in Canada, this is national Hospice Palliative Care month. Each week, the Canadian Hospice Palliative Care Association is reminding us of the importance of talking about death and dying, advance care directives, and the need for access to hospice palliative care.

Last Friday, I gave a keynote address to the Bereavement Ontario Network at Geneva Park near Orillia. It was wonderful to have the change to talk about the history of death and dying and current and future trends in death, dying, and bereavement. (In case you were wondering where I had disappeared to, I was madly writing my talk right up until the deadline!)

Before I head off to my hospice shift today, I wanted to share this article, written by an Irish woman, about she and her family’s failure to talk to their mother about her impending death. It’s a great reminder to all of us to talk about what we and the people we love want at the end of our lives (and about the fact that death can happen at any time, not just many many years from now when we are very old!)

‘I regret not talking to my mother about her death, don’t do the same thing’

Talk to the people you love – your children, your parents, your siblings, your friends. Don’t wait until it’s too late!

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An article I wrote was just published on a wonderful site called KevinMD. Here’s the link:

http://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2016/09/helping-hospice-present-much-important-busy.html

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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When I first began volunteering in hospice, I imagined that it would be a very sad and somber place. How could it not be, given that it’s a place where people come to die? I imagined that people would speak in hushed tones, people would be routinely sobbing in the halls, and laughter would rarely be heard.

From the first time I entered the residence, I quickly learned how wrong I had been. From receiving hugs of welcome from the staff and my new hospice buddy, to joking with a resident as we looked through her photo album, I learned that hospice was also a place where people were living fully until they died. Over the years, I’ve heard countless jokes and silly stories, I’ve watched comedies on television, and I’ve joked about Jell-o, my pathetic attempts at making poached eggs, and my height (4′ 10 1/2″). I’ve seen residents wearing Santa hats and sharing Christmas festivities and singing songs with their families and staff.

A small example. Earlier this week I popped in to say hello to Sam (a new resident) and his visitor (who, it turned out, I knew from many years ago). The visitor told me that Sam was very impressed that we have some male volunteers – and even a man who played the guitar and sang.

“You should sing for us,” Sam said.

I paused, not sure how to respond, since I tend to reserve my singing for patients who are actively dying.

“I do sing,” I finally said, “though it’s usually much closer to the end, and I don’t think you’re in any hurry to get there!”

Sam and his visitor broke into gales of laughter – relieving any concern I had that I’d said something inappropriate.

Yes, compared to a hospital, the hospice does tend to be quieter – much less hustle and bustle and busyness. But it is also filled with life and love, compassion and caring – and laughter. And that’s another reason why I am a hospice volunteer.

 

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https://www.thestar.com/opinion/commentary/2016/08/30/first-step-to-improving-palliative-care-change-its-name.html

A recent article in the Toronto Star suggests that we should change the name of palliative care – perhaps to supportive care – in order to encourage people to seek out care early on in their illness. I’ve seen similar articles in the US as well, arguing that palliative care and hospice care scare people off – presumably because of their association with death.

As an historian and long-time hospice volunteer, I think we should celebrate the contribution that Canadians have made to end of life care. That includes celebrating Dr. Balfour Mount, the pioneering Montreal physician who coined the term palliative care back in the 1975. I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished in Canada and I’m happy to tell people about it.

What do you think?

 

 

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