I think it is safe to say that once you receive the diagnosis of metastatic, once you review the statistics, once you realize the cancer is in a vital organ, you have imagined the conversation with your doctor that Elizabeth Edwards had this week: "We do have more drugs to give you, but they won't help you. Too much has happened. This is the end of your story. Let's get you comfortable."
Right now, in my own metastatic breast cancer journey, my treatment is working and my doctors' outlook is positive, but losing Mrs. Edwards brings to the forefront that fear that I like to forget on the good days.
With this news, I figure this is as good a time as any to broach that huge topic that we've not yet discussed here on this blog. Let's talk about Death.
I am not afraid to die. Not at all. Not even a little bit. I can confidently say, I am ready. Whenever that day comes, whether it's today or 40 years down the road, I will not be scared.
I will not be scared for myself anyway. I am worried about my Big Man and my Mommy and my family and friends. I am scared and sad for them because I lost my father. My dad died two years ago, very suddenly, of a heart attack on his way home from work. My father died on Father's Day. He was 59.
|My Dad with all four kids. At the beach, celebrating my second birthday.|
I'm the half naked child with the amazing bowl cut
August 1985, Ocean City, Maryland
I feel so deeply for Elizabeth Edwards' young, beautiful children. My heart is breaking for them. I hope she is holding them close today.
But I also don't want Mrs. Edwards' death to just be something sad that we read about. This moment needs to be more than that. I believe we need to change the way we talk about death and dying. Anyone with a diagnosis as serious as cancer should have a holistic approach to her care and should consider and have plans in place for end of life care. Just as someone has a team of doctors prepared to help them fight the disease, I also have plans in place to help me die with dignity and hope. I have met with my parish priest. I wish this same preparation for every cancer survivor. I firmly believe that knowledge is power. The earlier you talk to me about death, the longer I have to get ready for it. I believe that an introduction to hospice care and regular discussions about 'what if' scenarios are vital for any patient facing a life threatening illness, no matter your prognosis.
If done correctly, slowly, and in an open way, we can take away the fear and the dark cloud that surrounds hospice, death, and dying. Patients will be better prepared to make important end of life decisions. Your judgment might be clouded in the midst of this devastating news. Isn't it better to have ample time to consider these things? Some patients say, "I want to be kept alive as long as possible. Do everything you can." in the heat of the moment and in disbelief of the news, but if given time and space to consider this decision, they might come to a different conclusion.
|My Dad in his element: |
On Vacation with a cup of coffee and a paper
I also think that having these last moments together will help my loved ones after I am gone to remember those final weeks and months fondly. There should be laughter in there. There will be tears too, but I also want laughter and good memories. I want final wonderful conversations. I don't want my final moments to be all about me in bed exhausted. I want the Big Man, Mommy, Brothers, and my Girls to remember this time with just some tinge of fondness and peace.
I want to be clear here, I don't want to die. I want to grow old with the Big Man, and I plan to! Growing old with my hubby is my deepest desire. I feel that desire deep down in my bones and in the deepest part of my heart, but I also think that how you leave this world is just as important as how you came into it. For some reason though, no one wants to talk about death. I think if we started a conversation about it, it wouldn't be nearly as scary as you all expect. I want my death to be somewhat beautiful. Even if cancer rages through my body and leaves me a shell of my normal self, my soul will still be there. My character will shine through. The way I look into your eyes, the way I hold your hand, and the way I choose to die. All of this will tell you that my soul lives on, even after I take my last breath. My soul will be here.
Expectant mothers spend months planning for the big day- c-section vs. natural childbirth, even 'water birth', midwife vs. obstetrician, blue, pink, purple or green nursery, crib or basinette, boy vs. girl, jack vs. john, abigail vs. sophia? Women also spend every moment starting in pre-school planning our wedding day. Beach vs. church, band vs. dj, the dress! Men, you do it too. You plan becoming professional athletes or firefighters. We plan so much of our lives. I don't understand why we don't also plan our last days together, what could be more important?
Whenever it happens, be it tomorrow, when I'm 31, 81 or 101, I want my funeral to be a great send off. If I spent months planning my wedding, why wouldn't I do the same for my funeral? My wedding day was the best day of my life full of euphoric joy and the overwhelming feeling that, for just that one moment, all was right in the world. My personality and the Big Man's personality shone through on that day. We had very personal touches throughout. Why settle for a sub-par funeral? I want fabulousness. I want my funeral to reflect my personality. I want it to be comforting to my friends and family. I want to send a little message of comfort. I want people to realize that I'm still here. Even after I'm gone, I'll still be there. This is my Great Goodbye. How can you not take some time to plan that? It is so incredibly important.
And so, I've spent a lot of time in thought about how I want to live my life, but also how I want to leave it. I have read the Bible to find appropriate readings that offer hope and comfort and my perspective on the life I've led. I've found hymns that I love that bring me comfort and that make me cry.
But even more than the process of dying, I'm also not afraid of death itself. I am not afraid of the unknown. I have a deep belief in God and I deeply believe that my father is still with me, on some level that I can not comprehend. How can I have this deep faith and belief? Especially since my life has been so very difficult, I of all people have every reason not to believe. I have every reason to get angry with God and turn from all of that "hocus pocus." I have this deep faith for three reasons: I have experienced moments when I know deeply that my father is still with me, I have been humbled by my own power through this journey, and I have found that certain people enter my life at exactly the right moment and I believe those people are my little angels. My fight has also, as I mentioned on Thanksgiving, humbled me to the sheer hugeness and beauty of this world. How can one not believe in God when you see a baby being born?
I believe that people are scared of death because we don't know what happens afterward. I was scared to death at the beginning of this journey about the fear of recurrence. But then one day my cancer returned, and you know what? I handled it. I dealt. The scariest thing happened and it wasn't so scary after all. It was devestating, but with the right little angels by my side, I got through. I deeply believe that death will be the same way. It is something beyond my comprehension, which is why it is scary. If you can not imagine something or understand something it is immediately scary. But if I can handle this crazy life I've been given, I can certainly handle death with beauty and grace.
And so, Mrs. Edwards, I feel deeply for you today. I hope that your family has the time they need and deserve with you. I hope you have those important conversations with your little ones. I am glad you are at home, but I am so sorry that your family has to face this. I hope your faith brings you peace and hope in the midst of this sorrow. I hope for you what I hope for myself, I hope you find peace and love in these coming weeks, and not suffering. I know you will face this with the same dignity and grace that you have faced all of your life's trials. You have, throughout your life facing unimaginable tragedy, always been a lady. You will always be a model for me.