Remission 15.10.2012


Vic and her boys!

On the 17th of September Vicky was accepted onto the Hospice program.  Dr Sue Walters, the Hospice doctor and Sr Ceza, Hospice Nursing Sister, thought she would die within days.  Vic was barely conscious  and too weak to walk.  Vic was breathing but had already ceased to live!

In two days’ time we celebrate Vic’s “One Month with Hospice” and I think she is getting stronger every day.  We still have bad days but her pain control is great!  Vic is reasonably mobile; she laughs and spends constructive time with the boys and the family!  She is sorting out photos and all sorts of things that she has neglected for months.  She is spending less time in bed.  She is sleeping less and eating more.

It is as if she has a new lease on life!

Could it be possible that the pain was killing her? Is it possible that the adhesions have stopped their devastating path of destruction?  That just maybe the sepsis has cleared?

Vic still needs assistance with basics.  Vic could live like this.  We could live like this.  Please let this continue!  Today I pray that this is the case.  I pray for a miracle.  I pray that Vic is in remission.

Remission (medicine), the state of absence of disease activity in patients with a chronic illness, with the possibility of return of disease activity.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remission

“I am sorry Mommy!”


Vicky constantly says “sorry Mommy.”   She says “sorry Mommy” when she vomits, when she is in pain, when she is ill…

Then there is a flood of “thank you’s”….. Vic says “thank you” all the time!  It drives me mad! I don’t want her to apologize for being ill and I don’t want her to continuously thank me.

Vic’s situation, our situation as a family, is unfair, arbitrary, frustrating and so sad.  Vic is blameless, helpless, a victim of poor sick genes and doctor error.

I know that Vic is sad about her situation.  I know that Vic is sad for what the family is going through.  She is sad because she cannot be the mother she wants to be.  She is sad that she has a lonely, sad life devoid of partner love, physical love and friendships not based on pity.  She sad because she does not have a social life and neither do we as a family.   Vic is sad that she is dying in the prime of her life.  Vic is sad that she has achieved so little in her life (by her standards only).

We no longer have lunches with friends, outings or holidays.  Life has ground to a slow, agonizing halt… Vic floats from one pain filled day in bed to the next.  When she has a good and busy day, like yesterday, she pays the price for weeks.  Vic has not been out of bed today.  She is deadly pale and drawn.

It is hard for her not having privacy.  Vic is embarrassed that I hold her hair or wipe her face when she is vomiting.  Yet she needs me with her….

We are however in this together as a family. It is a rough journey for everyone.

“I am so sorry Mommy…” …it echoes through my heart.

“I love you my angel” I whisper….

A mother’s love is a glimpse of heaven – Joseph E Beck


A new born Jon-Daniel

Today was another milestone for Vic and the family.  Jon-Daniel turned 14 and he woke up to his loving mother’s birthday wishes and kisses.

I could not help but think back to the day he started “big” school.  Vic was violently ill but refused to be admitted to hospital before Jon-Daniel was taken to “big” school and settled into his new class…  Seven years ago she placed her own life at risk to take her son’s hand in hers and lead him into a scary new phase of his little life.

Vic kneeled next to his little chair and told him school was going to be one of the greatest adventures in his life.  She told him she loved him and he was in good hands.  His brother would look out for him at break.  He had to concentrate and listen to his teacher.  “Mommy will see you after school” she promised.

When we left the classroom Vic collapsed.  Colin took her straight to hospital.  Silent tears ran down her cheeks.

“Mommy, please bring the boys to hospital this afternoon.  I promised Jon-Daniel I will see him after school.”

I do not remember the exact details of that particular hospitalization episode but I do remember what a milestone Vic reached that day…

Yesterday my little girl dragged her body out of bed.  When Vic and the boys moved home a year ago I bought her a doughnut-making machine.  She had not used it.  Jon-Daniel loves baby doughnuts and keeps asking her when they are going to make doughnuts.  So, Vic made baby doughnuts with Jon-Daniel yesterday afternoon.  It wasn’t a big batch but she was absolutely exhausted and in terrible pain after she finished his “birthday doughnuts”.

I wonder if he will ever realise what a superhuman effort it took for his mother to make him birthday doughnuts….

Vic bought Jon-Daniel a sound system for his 14th birthday some time ago.  It has been wrapped and ribboned for a while.  I am so grateful Vic was able to give it to him, in person, this morning….  He was absolutely delighted!  The boys had to go to their Dad this evening so Vic made the decision to take Jon-Daniel out of school early today.  We did not have the normal “tea and cake” thing at home as we simply did not have enough time.  We went to lunch and had a wonderful time!  We screeched with laughter.  The boys joked with Vic because she is so short…. (She loves being ragged about her (lack of) height) and the boys love humouring her!

“Mom can’t do a ‘high five’ Oumie – she is too short…”  They just carried on and on joking with their mom.

Late afternoon, after the boys left, Vic and I quietly sat basking in the milestone day….

Vic said “You did not blog last night Mommy….”

“I know sweetie.  I did reblog the article on Meredith Thomas. (https://tersiaburger.com/2012/10/11/lots-of-tears-with-less-than-a-few-months-to-live/ ) I was too sad to blog after reading that article.  It really affected me you know…”

“It is so sad Mommy.  I wish I could write to her and tell her what an inspiration she is to me…” Vic said.  “I am so scared…. I have a hollow feeling on my tummy.”

We just sat in silence.  I held her little hand knowing what she was saying.  I did not have words for my little girl.

“I have such a good idea for your Christmas gift but I need the boys to help me.” she said

“Well, in 6 weeks’ time the boys will have finished their exams and they will have lots of time to help you.” I said

“I can’t wait that long Mommy.  My health is too precarious.   I must do it now…..”

With a hollow feeling on my tummy I wonder whether we will reach our next milestone….

Lots of Tears With Less Than a Few Months to Live


I am reblogging this amazing post.  It is the sad and poignant blog of a young woman who is terminally ill.  This is her story.

Lots of Tears With Less Than a Few Months to Live

Posted: 10/09/2012 3:40 pm
The day after her 36th birthday, Meredith Israel Thomas was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer that had spread to her liver, lymph nodes, spine, ribs and other bones. Doctors didn’t think remission was possible, so opted against a mastectomy, but she has undergone a number of other treatments since then.

An advocate for early detection, she pledged to make the most of what was to be limited time with her family — including her young daughter Niomi, a“miracle baby,” she wrote in a blog post for HuffPost — and closest friends.

After receiving some troubling test results, Meredith met with her doctor, who broke the news that “the cancer has won,” she wrote on her CaringBridge page. “I will die from liver failure. Not in three to six months, but from weeks till around three months. The liver won, and I will die.”

Writing in June for HuffPost, Meredith expressed not a fear of death, but of leaving her daughter behind. She wrote:

I will never get over my fears of not being there for Niomi as that is what truly scares me to death, but until the day comes, I will live each day to the fullest. I will instill in her the most valuable lessons I can. I will teach her to be strong, to give her advice through letters, through videos and even through our little talks while she’s falling asleep at night. But for now, we live day by day and that takes my fears away.

She took to the blog platform to explain the doctor’s opinions and to share her plans for the precious next few weeks.

The following was first published on Meredith’s CaringBridge page:

I want to let everyone know that I tried my heart out in the fight, I won’t quit until the last drop and I’ve done the best I can. This blog is the real story for Niomi. I can’t remember everything, but with this, she will know everything.

I can’t wait for her to read all the journal entries from people on the blog. People will tell her the stories about how much her mommy loves her. I must admit I am scared to walk into that playground tomorrow, but for Niomi, I will do whatever it takes.

I will cherish the dinner between my parents and Gary tonight. It was pouring rain as we left Sloan tonight and I said to my dad, doesn’t this seem like deja vu? I didn’t believe in the one-year diagnosis, but this time the results were right and realistic. My dad keeps hoping that on April Fool’s Day, we say April Fool’s, gotcha! Maybe that’s the miracle. Who knows?

To warn you — I threw out two cancer jokes today. Couldn’t help it, but that’s me. I guess that is how I live life. Example: I told my friend about this project and said it has to get done and I asked when. She said, “I promise to take care of it.” I then texted her back: “I’m on a timeline here, a real timeline, so they really need to move.” She started laughing and said, “Only you would still make jokes on a day like this.”

Everyone, thank you so much for sharing my story with people and spreading the word about early detection. Thank you for being there for me and supporting me. I read every email, text, Facebook post and guestbook entry. They all bring my family and me strength. Thank you!!!!

Can you believe I won’t know the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice andParenthood? UGH. Now, that sucks. Hopefully they know these things in Heaven.

Before I leave though, I want to try to get Niomi on skis, I want to be running down the beach with her as much as possible, apple picking and taking in as much healthy air as possible while she smiles.

I have lots to write and to get to on my list. I may not like that I may die bald, that I never really recovered from Bells palsy and lost the pigmentation in my face, but at the end of the day, I am beautiful no matter what. I have a husband who loves me more than anything in this world, and Niomi. I think Los Angeles would have been great and would have been great for my health, but the cards didn’t align this time and maybe it was all meant to be. Three weeks ago I was walking in Cape Town, South Africa and three weeks later I was told I will be dead within weeks to a month or so. Life leaves us all with a lot of questions, but I know I don’t blame anyone and they just better find a fucking cure for this disease before Niomi and the kids of all my friends who have been diagnosed have to fear this horrible disease.

My head is soaked and itchy. Maybe when we get her to a ski mountain, which isn’t really possible, I will walk out into the snow naked to cool off. Just kidding.

Must work on a better list that doesn’t have me flying all over the world. He won’t approve of that. But I dream of Hilton Head. My happy place. I must get back to Hilton Head to see Niomi back there on the beach or bay. I need to find all my happy places on the east coast.

Love always, Meredith

I am taking a break from your blog


Jared and Vic lighting Jon-Daniel’s 13 Candles 12.10.2011

 

People have said “I am taking a break from your blog.  It is too difficult for me to read” or “Some days I just cannot read your blog”….. Listen up people on the 20th of July 2012 I blogged “When we first received Vic’s death sentence there was an absolute outpouring of love.  But I suppose she did not die soon enough and people slowly and discreetly disappeared out of our lives.  My blog is three months old and most of you too may get tired of the waiting game and stop reading it and disappear into cyberspace.  Well, this time you cannot hurt us because you are faceless.https://tersiaburger.com/2012/07/20/thank-you-god-20-7-2012/

My best friend says my blog is sad and I suppose it is.  The blog however mirrors my deepest feelings.  It is our journey and you (the royal you) don’t have to feel you are under an obligation to read my “sad” blog.

Well today I will however try and blog some happy moments.  Jon-Daniel, Vic’s youngest son, turns 14 on Friday the 12 th of October.  We are busy arranging his birthday party.  He wants a pool party but I don’t think the weather will co-operate!  Weather predictions are 80% chance of rain on Saturday!

Vic was born on one of the coldest days of the year.  I remember sitting hunched up in front of the fireplace saying “if ever I am going to have this baby it is going to be tonight!”  I finished work that day and was looking forward to my maternity leave.  I had weird little contractions at work but paid no attention to it.  My back was killing me!  But I had work to finish and the staff held a little “stork party” for me.  I lost my temper with someone at work and yelled at him!  I ate ice-cream in front of a heater and craved a milkshake!  It was such a busy day.

My case had not been packed as Vic was only due a month later….In true Vicky form she decided “enough is enough” and I went into labor that evening!  Vic is a “lingerer” and was born 27.5 hours after I went into labor.

When I was admitted my mother-in-law accompanied me.  She was plumpish with a youthful face.  The maternity staff thought she was being admitted…. I only gained 8 pounds (3.64 kilograms) and barely looked pregnant.  I still wore all my normal clothes.

When Vic was born she was so perfect!  Her father said “Oh, look she has my toes!”  She was heartbreakingly beautiful with a mop of black hair!

Some facts – Vic weighed in at 2.2 kilograms.  She was a mere 48 cm tall.  She was tiny but so strong and perfect!  She was the best “pooper” in the maternity ward.  Vic was a bottle baby and her preemies clothes were too big for her.

For the first two months of her life I was too scared to bath her.  My mom did.  Vic walked at 17 months but had her first tooth at 3 months.  She had her first fracture at 3 weeks – sucking her thumb!

Vic was diagnosed at 18 months with Osteogenesis Imperfecta.  By her 4th birthday she had fractured 40 bones.  Vic spoke her first words before she could sit and built basic wooden puzzles before her 1st birthday. Vic spoke Afrikaans and English fluently by the time she was 3.

At the time of diagnoses the doctors said she would not live to the age of 12.  Well she certainly showed them!

Every single birthday of Vic’s we have had lousy weather!  It was always the last cold before spring sets in on the 1st of September.

Vic does not have a good sense of humour.  Wait, let me rephrase that – Vic cannot tell a joke!  She loves a good laugh.  She has a beautiful smile that reaches her eyes.  Her dark brown eyes are truly the mirror to her soul.  Her eyes are now either clouded from morphine or pain.  Her eyes now “tear up” even when she is not crying.

Vicky is a people pleaser.  She will do everything in her power to make people happy.  She is also the most stubborn person the good Lord put on this earth.

Vic is a wonderful mother.  She loves her sons unconditionally.  Jared is her gentle giant.  He helps her mobilize and makes her coffee.  He will make her breakfast and lunch.    He is gentle and tender with his Mom.  He will carry her when she cannot walk.  He protects her…. He has a brilliant analytical mind.  He hates homework and studying.  He under achieves at school.  His room is not the tidiest in the world.  He is an accomplished guitarist.  Jared is generous and has an easy smile.  Jared is her eldest.

 

 

Jon-Daniel is the genius (he has my brain – hahaha).  He is a perfectionist and when he leaves for school his room is perfectly tidy.  He immediately starts homework when he gets home.  His lowest mark is for art – 78%.  He is an accomplished sportsman.  He only watches sport on TV and knows all the international soccer greats, tennis and cricket players.  He makes Vic laugh.  He fools around until she screeches with laughter.  He is angry because she is ill.  Even as a little boy he would cry to see Vic when she was in hospital.  Once he saw her he would start acting up – insisting that we leave!  He even saves airtime…. Jon-Daniel is her baby.

Vic loves her boys and her boys adore her.  I wish their lives were easier.  I wish I could save them the pain they live on a daily basis.

Is there pain after death – post 2


A pensive Vic…. 2011

Two days ago I reblogged a post “Is there pain after death” written by a Dr James Salwitz.  This post elicited some comments – mainly from Vic.  Vic has started reading the odd post of my blog.  In a way I am truly okay with it but on the other hand I find it difficult to blog my fears and emotions knowing that Vic may read the post.  I find that I have become guarded in what I am writing.  I am thinking that I should blog about stuff that may allay Vic’s fears….

Yesterday Vic asked  “Mommy, I know what we believe in but what if there is more pain after I died?”

“You read my blog?” I asked.

“Yes” Vic replied.

“Sweetie, I believe that when the time comes our loved ones will be our guardian angels and hold our hands whilst we cross over….”

“I know that Mommy but what if I am still in pain… What if the pain does not stop?”

“Sweetie, the pain that continues after death is the emotional pain that belong to the loved ones that are left behind.  That is what the post is about…..”

Tears welled up in Vic’s eyes and she said “I know that Mommy but what if I am still in pain… What if the pain does not stop?  What if your pain does not stop?”

Andrew, http://lymphomajourney.wordpress.com/, commented as follows… “Even before one leaves, I always thought it more difficult on my family to watch me go through what was pretty aggressive treatment than on me.” 

sbcallahan, http://thedrsays.org commented…”this is one of the difficult things about being the one who leaves. to know that your loved ones are going to suffer more than they already have is heartbreaking.”

“how to die? I have watched many die over the years and the range is as you would imagine. there were those that just could not let go and suffered every indignity to their body and soul. of course others went quietly with love around them. I have not decided if I want to be alone or with loved ones by my side. is there a way to make it easier for them? would they rather receive a phone call with the news or be at bedside? either way it will hurt them, not me of course as I am the one leaving. I would be lying if I said I don’t think of how I will miss so much. the thing is I have had so much, so much more than others and it seems selfish to complain. what they will go through is tremendous compared to what I will go through. I will sleep eternally and they will live. the best I can hope for them is peace of mind and future happiness. I want them to think of me and smile as I do now thinking of them.”  http://thedrsays.org/2011/03/

I am beginning to think it is easier to be the person leaving than the one being left. I have always known that about relationships and breaking up but now realize that it is the same when someone you love is dying. My husband became suddenly angry and I knew there was something wrong. it is so unlike him to get angry over nothing that I was completely off guard. we had been watching the movie “steel magnolia’s” and he asked me what Julia Roberts was dying from and I told him kidney failure. later when he was able to talk, he shared that it had reminded him of my own kidney failure and near death. we live in limbo waiting each week for blood tests to know if I am back in failure or good for a few more days. I don’t really think about it and when he shared his fear my heart ached. The sad thing is I have no fear and realize more and more how hard this is for him. I know that he will be fine in the end but it is hard for him to imagine he will be fine without me. It is so much harder to be the one being left behind. http://thedrsays.org/2011/03/25/the-one/

Vic so often tells me how worried she is about the family.  She worries about how the boys, her dad and I will cope.  Whether we will cope…. whether we will be able to get over her eventual passing….  Andrew and sbcallahan write about their fears… for their loved ones.  It is a fear that all terminally ill people appear to have.

My Mom died a bad death!  Two weeks after major surgery she died an agonizing death from septicemia   We could see the gangrene spread…. She was burning up with fever and no amount of pain medication could dull or relieve the pain.  God alone knows what went through her mind because she was ventilated.  When my Mom finally died we were so relieved.  We were relieved that her suffering was over.  We were traumatized by the dying process not her death.

As a family we have lived with Vic’s pain and her excruciatingly slow journey towards death for the past eleven years.  For eleven years we have heard her scream with pain, moan with discomfort, we hold her hair back when she is doubled up over a toilet bowel, vomiting until she fractures a vertebrae.  We have nursed open wounds, changed colostomy bags…. We have watched our daughter and mother suffer the most horrendous symptoms.

So baby, if you read this post, know that we will miss you.  We don’t want you to leave us behind but we want your suffering to end.  We will continue to love you until we are reunited one day.  You have to trust us that you will always be “my baby” and the boys’ mummy.  But know that we will be grateful when your little body is freed from its pain and suffering.  You will be at peace…  You will not suffer more pain after death.  We will mourn you but we will also be at peace…  We will think of you and smile…

It is okay to let go my angel child.

It did not hurt at all….


Vic and her boys on the beach.

He eased his body onto the mattress while pulling up the covers and rested his head on the pillow.  There are far too many memories of his selfishness, but he will not deny them; he will learn from them. That is both his prayer and his hope.  Mercifully, the memories were not all bad. He smiled as another one surfaced. http://thresholdofheaven.com/2012/09/27/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep/

This is an extract from a blog of a father’s journey after the death of his young son.  Like all parents he is wracked by feelings of guilt and inadequacy.

Shortly after her third birthday Vic developed a bad cold.  Her nose was running and I asked her to go wipe her it.  She looked at me and in her most defiant tone of voice said “No!  I won’t”.  I gave her a light smack on her bum.  She moved her little arm in front of her bum in an attempt to stop me … three of my fingers struck her arm.  She screamed!  I immediately knew I had broken her arm…

The x-rays showed that the ulna was broken in three places…. Imagine my horror, guilt, feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt!

I worked hard as a young mother.  I was young, divorced, a single parent climbing the corporate ladder.  My child had been diagnosed with Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bone disease) and I needed a lot of money to keep Vicky alive and living a fair life.  She attended a private school.  Did I neglect her at times as a child?  Yes, I am sure I did.  Not because I wanted too but because I had to work extra hard for that bonus or the next promotion!

Did I abuse her as a child?  Absolutely not!  My neighbors and some emergency rooms did however think I did…  By her 3rd birthday she had had 40 fractures…

When Vic was a little girl there was no internet and Osteogenesis Imperfecta was a “new and extremely rare” disease.  I spend many hours, days, weeks even months researching OI in libraries.  I went from doctor to doctor.  I tried alternative medicine, physiotherapy and hormone treatment!    I have spent thousands of hours on the internet researching every single medical report, diagnoses, blood test result that Vic has ever received.  I have bullied doctors, nurses and anyone who ever dared cross our path.  An ICU sister once told me I am a control freak and that I feed off Vic’s illness!

I can however honestly say that I did my best.  I cannot apologize for the mistakes I made as a mother as, at the time, whatever decision I made, I thought it was in Vic’s best interest.

Am I special?  Absolutely not!  I only do what any other mother would do under the same circumstances.  I cringe when people say “oh you are so brave” or “Oh you are so special” or “What an exceptional mother you are.  Vicky is lucky to have you as a mother”.  Nothing could be further removed from the truth…  I am the one blessed with an incredibly brave, compassionate, brilliant child!  Vic has enriched my life so much!  If I could choose a life with a healthy (different) child where I could have a life of my own, I would not.  Vic is part of my journey.

I come from a long line of very good mothers…My Mom taught us the values of being a “family”, honesty, unconditional love, caring and nurturing… I am surrounded by good mothers.  Vic is a good mother to her sons.  Esther, Lelani and Michaela are good mothers to their children!  All my grandchildren have good mothers.

Mothers love the way love is needed.  If the child needs caring they get caring, if they need nursing they are nursed.  A mother’s love is love in its purest form.

When Vic was 10 years old she lied to me about a school test.  It was not the first time she had fibbed and I knew I had to punish her.  Lying is an unforgivable transgression!  I always told Vicky that it is better to face my wrath for 5 minutes than to lie to me and destroy the trust that we had forever.  If she lied I would ALWAYS doubt her…Remembering the broken arm episode and knowing that she knew that I was a pacifist at heart, I decided the worst punishment I could give her would be a smack on her bottom.  I made her lie on her bed, on top of her arms, and gave her three smacks with my slipper.  (It sounds so barbaric!)

She smirked “It did not hurt at all” and I sobbed….

I phoned my Mom and sobbed “I am such a failure.  I am such a lousy Mother!  My child is lying to me.  I failed as a mother AND I GAVE HER A HIDING!”

Mom quietly asked me “What can you do to be a better Mom?”

I replied “Nothing!  I don’t know what else to do! That is why I am phoning you!  I need guidance and advice!  Please tell me what to do!”

My Mom gently replied “You can never do better than your best!”

These wise words have remained with me all my life.

Good decisions or bad decisions…I did my best….

Right or wrong…I did my best…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is there pain after death?


Andrew, (http://lymphomajourney.wordpress.com ), suffers from mantle cell lymphoma (MCL).  Andrew says “I am a husband, father of a teenage son and daughter, brother, a Canadian government executive with a wide range of international and domestic experience, who likes reading, film, music, walking, cycling, skating, being with family and friends.”  Andrew is a phenomenal source of information.  I sometimes think he has a full-time research team constantly researching all aspects of lymphoma and terminal illness.  I often refer back to his blog.  Please take time to visit his blog.

Andrew posted this earlier today.  You may know that palliative care is my favorite hobbyhorse.  I have fought for my child to have a “good death”.  Thank you Andrew for sharing this article with us!

Is there pain after death?

Posted by  on Oct 5, 2012 in Cancer CareFeaturedLife & Health | 4 comments

Is there pain after death?

A grandfather-father-husband-salesman-cook-gardener-hiker-gentleman, adored by many, is struck down by cancer.  His disease is particularly horrible, spreading quickly though his body causing damage not only to bone and organ, but to sinew and nerve. He suffers terrible pain for weeks, relieved poorly with inadequate doses of inferior medications, thrashing in misery witnessed by his kin, always at the bedside, ages seven to seventy.  Finally, uncomfortable and agitated until the end, he dies.  Does his pain continue after death?

Pain that is not relieved in a person’s life continues after they are gone, held as a sordid memory by loved ones.  Just as we retain treasured thoughts of joy, wisdom and warmth, we preserve images of pain.  Unrequited suffering contaminates memory, preventing healing, healthy grieving and closure. This pain in turn flows across our communities, touching many who may never have met the patient.

This does not have to be somatic discomfort to be treated with pain medication.  Shortness of breath, seizures, nausea, wounds and bleeding cast intense images that last more than one lifetime.  Uncontrolled anxiety or fear may contaminate a family and corrupt its fiber, as can loss of spiritual path, loneliness, or guilt.  Failure to settle past wrongs or mixed intentions results in a loss of opportunity, a psychic wound that will never heal.

A poorly managed end-of-life experience can transform families for generations.  I recently heard of a young man who suffered a miserable protracted death from cancer.  This resulted in his wife becoming chronically depressed and isolated from her family.   She committed suicide, leaving their son a life as an alcoholic and drug addict.  The ripples from that one cancer spread out and, through the network of that family, caused pain for many more.

When we think of end-of-life planning, we focus on those immediate moments for the patient and family, as well we should.  The opportunity to live one’s life well, even at its end, should not be denied, and must be the first goal of palliative medicine and hospice.  However, we cannot overstate the need and potential to protect and even nourish future generations by treating pain of all types in patients with terminal illness, and in families sharing that passage.

There is pain after death, and I suspect it is the cause of much waste, anger and tragedy in our society. We must strive to prevent that suffering.  Good things are possible, loved ones can be together, memories shared, and solid foundations laid. Patients, families, doctors and caregivers must protect and treasure even this difficult time of a person’s life, because as one life ends, others are beginning.  http://sunriserounds.com/?p=920

Danie – the “Wind Beneath My Wings”!


Today my beloved Danie turned 74.  He is an absolutely amazing person.  He has the wonderful ability to love and to be loved.

I met this amazing man through mutual friends 24 years ago.  It was two weeks before his 50th birthday.  I casually asked whether he was going to have a big party and he said “no”.  He was newly divorced and did not feel up to a party.  In a moment of pity I said “Well, nobody should be alone on his birthday.  If you are not doing anything pop around for a glass of wine…”

He duly popped around for a glass of wine.  After a couple of glasses of wine I asked him if he had dinner.  He said “No” and I said I would see if I could throw together a tuna salad…  I opened my fridge and it was pretty empty.  Some salad stuff, milk, apples and a couple of bottles of wine…

I managed to put a salad together but I could see the birthday boy was not overly impressed.  I was not concerned at all.  He was far too good looking and newly divorced so I did not want to get involved with him.  I had been divorced for many years and Vic was used to it just being the two of us.

I dodged all Danie’s advances for more than a year.  On the 8th of December 1989 I accompanied Danie to a black tie event.  At the function I could not help but notice the reverence his colleagues had for him.  He danced like a dream and remembered that it was my birthday at 12 O Clock….  It was truly a fairy tale night and I fell hopelessly in love.

Vic immediately sensed that there was danger!  She referred to him as “that man”…. She cried a lot and wanted to come home from boarding school.  Vic made a 360 degree turn around.   She went from wanting to go to boarding school to wanting to move home… from independent to needy… from being a difficult teenager to being an impossible teenager.

I met Danie’s children.  I was terrified!  I did not know or like children.  My life was structured, neat, organized and perfect.  I was totally committed to my career.  I had property, a business, lots of friends, a healthy bank balance and my own toolbox.  I did not need any complications in my life!!

I prayed so hard so direction… I explained to God that I was so scared of making a mistake that would affect so many people’s lives.  I asked for a clear scripture!

I opened my Bible and the scripture that jumped up at me was Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 “9 Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. 10 For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! 11 Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? 12 And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.”

I immediately went back on my knees and prayed again.  “God, thank you for the scripture you gave me but what about all the children?”

I opened my Bible and it fell open on page 793 of the Old Testament.  Isaiah 54:1-17 “Sing, O barren one, who did not bear; break forth into singing and cry aloud, you who have not been in labor! For the children of the desolate one will be more than the children of her who is married,” says the Lord. “Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes. For you will spread abroad to the right and to the left, and your offspring will possess the nations and will people the desolate cities. “Fear not, for you will not be ashamed; be not confounded, for you will not be disgraced; for you will forget the shame of your youth, and the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more. “

Barren? That was me…  The day after Danie’s 52nd birthday we were married.

So tomorrow this wonderful man and I will celebrate our 22ND Anniversary.  We have managed to create a “home” for our five children.  The children, I feared, I now love as my own.  Two of the four call me “Mom”.  Their children are MY grandchildren.  They allow us to be part of the children’s lives and do not discriminate between the grandmothers.  From the day we were married Vic has called Danie “Daddy”.  Danie’s four children are her siblings.  They are our infrastructure.

Danie has been so absolutely amazing with Vic and her illness.  When my dad moved in with us Danie just accepted it as part of our journey.  He was incredibly patient with my Dad who suffered from Alzheimers.  He is my back-up system.  His selfless, caring nature has allowed me to pursue my career.  I am able to travel internationally for my work as he is home…..he is my back-up.  He fetches and carries the boys.  He checks on Vic and loves her and the boys unconditionally.  He shops and manages the home in my absence.  He thinks I am beautiful and smart.

This beautiful man is more than I deserve.  I love him with every fiber of my body.  I am grateful to him for the gift of his children and grandchildren every day of my life.  I am grateful that he taught me the biggest commandment of all – love!

So tonight I salute a wonderful man, husband, father and grandfather.  He is my best friend.  He is an amazing father to Vic.  Thank you God!

He is truly “The wind beneath my wings”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9ZMDPf9hZw&feature=colike

It’s not my time….


Jared sent me the lyrics of this song. I walked to his room and said “These are beautiful lyrics Angel.”

“I think this is how Mom must feel Oumie” he said….

    It’s Not My Time Lyric – 3 Doors Down

    Looking back at the beginning of this
    And how life was
    Just you and me and love and all of our friends
    Living life like an ocean

   But now the current’s only pulling me down
   It’s getting harder to breathe
   It won’t be too long and I’ll be going under
   Can you save me from this?

‘Cause it’s not my time, I’m not going
There’s a fear in me and it’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know, ooh, but I won’t go

I look ahead to all the plans that we made
And the dreams that we had
I’m in a world that tries to take them away
Oh, but I’m taking them back

‘Cause all this time I’ve just been too blind to understand
What should matter to me
My friend, this life we live, it’s not what we have
It’s what we believe in

It’s not my time, I’m not going
There’s a fear in me, it’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

But it’s not my time, I’m not going
There’s a will in me and now I know that
This could be the end of me
And everything I know, ooh, but I won’t go!
I won’t go!

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
And there might be more than you can see

But it’s not my time, I’m not going
There’s a fear in me, it’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

But it’s not my time, I’m not going
There’s a will in me and now it’s gonna show
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
And there might be more than you can see
But I won’t go, oh no I won’t go down, yeah

http://pugetsoundoff.org/video/14565

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have..


Vic as a baby

 

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow. Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Love entails profound care for another person. Love is boundless.  “One can never love too much….”

No!  That is not true.  Loving too much is as scary as lovelessness.

It is hard to see how positive care can be criticized. Even normal cases of romantic love tend to create a narrow temporal perspective that focuses on the beloved and is often oblivious to other considerations. In a romantic love situation loving too much means that one person in the relationship’s love is not returned in equal measures creating an unhealthy in balance..  Profound romantic love is not in its nature excessively wrong; but some cases of such love have a greater chance of being so.

With regard to parental love, some might claim that loving a child too much could be harmful as it can spoil the child. Others might argue that the problem here is not in loving the child too much, but in not understanding what is good for her in the short and long term. To this one might respond that it is precisely the nature of intense emotions not to realize the genuine nature of the given circumstances.

When a child is ill the balance of love becomes severely disturbed.

So I am actually going to rephrase the question – Can a caregiver “care too much?”  My answer to that:  Perhaps not emotionally — hearts are pretty boundless — but in practical terms, definitely, yes. It is possible to do too much for the person you look after.

Obviously, aging and ill members of family require different levels of assistance.  Providing help is often the only humane thing we can do for our loved ones.  I have researched this and discovered that sometimes well-intentioned caregivers overdo the role without realizing it.  

The effects on the caregivers…as follows;

  1. You hurt yourself by becoming at risk for chronic stress, burnout, or ill health from not taking good care of yourself
  2. The rest of your life suffers: A spouse grows resentful and distant, you’re less attentive or fall behind at work, your child feels neglected and your friends think you’ve dropped off the planet.
  3. Your sick loved one, on whose behalf you’re working so tirelessly, is also negatively affected. He or she may feel resentment over what’s perceived as invasiveness, may become depressed over a lack of control in his or her life, or may develop “learned helplessness” and mental and physical skills suffer from lack of practice.

How do you know when you’ve crossed the line from good intentions to brink-of-backfiring? 

  • You handle all the details of the person’s life so effectively that they complain of  having “nothing to do.”  Vic for a long time said “Mom I can do my own tablets….  I said “No baby, it is fine.  Let me do it!”
  • You’re regularly in doctors’ offices – but they’re the doctors of your loved one. You can’t remember the last time you had a check-up of your own.  True!
  • You can’t remember the last time you took a “day off” — that is a day in which you left the house, left your everyday life, and did not do the majority of caregiving yourself.  Guilty!
  • Caregiving is pretty much your main hobby.  Not by choice!
  • You prepare all the meals, even though the person could do some of the prep work or cooking – even if it took longer or wasn’t done quite the way you’d prefer.  Vic prefers my cooking.
  • You’ll drop everything to take a call from your ill loved one multiple times a day and then resist bringing the conversation to a close once you realize it’s not an emergency.  Guilty, Guilty, Guilty!! 
  • You have more fixed appointments in your weekly calendar for the person you take care of than just for you –i.e. no lunch dates, standing walks with a friend, visits to a gym. True!
  • You offer to do things for others reflexively — but you’d really never think of asking someone to do something very specific for you.  Absolutely!
  • You cater to the person’s special diet needs (low salt, for example) but don’t pay any special attention to your own nutrition.  MaybeOk guilty!
  • The last time you took a vacation was a long, long time ago!.  Innocent!!!  I went to England for a week in May 2012
  • A friend or relative slips and calls you a “control freak.” So?  I don’t have a problem with it.  Vic is my child and I know best.  I love her more than any other person in the world loves her and only have her best interest at heart!

So what?  I am guilty as is many, many other caregivers in my situation.  We love so much that we want to protect, nurture and control.  By caring we think we may extend our loved one’s life.

Tonight Vic showed me a birthday card that I gave her on the 31st of August 2002.  In the February of 2002 Vic had her blotched back surgery that triggered 80 abdominal surgeries and years of pain, indignity and unbearable suffering…

I wrote You are so special. You are brave, strong, resilient and caring.  I love you so much!  Baby, from now on we are moving forward.  The end of all of this is in sight.  Remain focused and continue to fight.  I know things are getting better!”

3 October 2012 I would write: “You are so special. You have been brave, strong, resilient and caring all your life.  I love you so much!  Baby, from now on we are living one day at a time.  The end is in sight.  I am sorry I held you back for so many years.  I am so sorry for the pain I have allowed you to suffer and endure seeking a cure.  Know whatever I did was done in the name of love.  Please forgive me.  It is okay to let go now.  Go in peace my beloved child.  I love you more than life!”

So, in conclusion I must admit to myself, I have loved Vic with an obsessive, possessive all-consuming love all her life.  From the first time she moved in my belly I loved her.  When she wrapped her tiny fingers around mine I was lost….  I love you too much, child of mine, now and forever!

 

Mommy I need to try and sleep…


Vic as a little girl

Vic had a good day.  She had a visit from Willemien, a pharmacist friend of Esther.  She soaked in her sons’ presence…

This evening she asked if she could have her injection a little earlier.  Jared is going back to theatre tomorrow morning to have his stent removed.  “Mommy, I need to try and sleep so I can be with my son tomorrow”

It is as if her wish triggered an avalanche of events.

Vic has been projectile vomiting since and the perspiration is pouring off her.  Her heart is racing and her blood pressure is all over.  Her abdomen is so distended and extremely tender on the abscess side!

Vic will not be at her son’s side tomorrow when he is readmitted to hospital.

My poor, poor baby!

Sometimes the pain’s too strong to bare…and life gets so hard you just don’t care.


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Today I read heart wrenching posts of bloggers who are in so much pain!  Katie Mitchell’s post filled me with a deep-seated sadness and a horrible, familiar feeling of helplessness.  I am so sad and angry for all the pain out there.

Katie blogs as follows:  Where do I even begin? I am hollow, at my lowest and very near the end of my rope. I’ve been in bone shattering pain now for a week and three days. Not my daily chronic pain, but a pain that is making me lose all faith in ever getting better, or ever surviving long enough to find out. I’m angry at the world and everyone in it, but most of all, I’m angry at a body that is failing me and falling apart.

I’m not suicidal, in fact it’s probably just the very opposite; I’m trying with all that’s left of my strength and going through hell just to live. When I have those thoughts; the ones where I do wish to no longer exist, it’s not because I want to die, it’s because I want need the pain to end.

I’ve been on a much higher dose of my pain meds then I care to be, but even with that I’m barely hanging on. If it weren’t for it though, I would’ve had no alternative but to check myself into the hospital and hope that they would help. I don’t even know if they would do anything for me. The experiences I’ve had with the hospital in relation to pain have never been pleasant or successful. At the most, you get a shot of pain killer and are sent on your way, no thought given to what happens when the medication wears off. Not to mention you’re often treated like a wussy or drug seeker.

My ribs slid back into place about a week ago only to subluxate once again not even 24 hours later. I still can’t bend, can’t breathe deep, dressing myself is a balancing act, showering is difficult and painful. And, I’m scared. Scared that this is a new stage in the progression of my disorder and the deterioration of everything holding my body together. I’m scared that they’re going to stay this way and that I’m going to have to learn to live with this new pain, a pain that made me wonder more than ever how I would ever survive to meet tomorrow. My tailbone is also dislocated or partially dislocated. It’s been doing this sporadically since I was about 10 or so but it’s also very painful none the less.

And then there’s my back. I almost get stuck in my bed everyday when I wake up. Between my ribs and the back pain I can’t sit up to get out of it. Half of the time I’ve been having to roll onto my hands and knees on the floor and struggle up from there. My toes and feet are constantly numb or tingling, my hips and legs are cramping and there’s a constant stabbing pain in my back. I have a doctor appointment on Thursday but I’m considering calling in today to see if they have an earlier opening. I don’t know what to do anymore, I can’t take it. It’s taken me four days of trying, to be able to write this. But I needed to unload and write out some of my thought and feelings. What else am I to do with them?

I’m sad. I’m tired. I have the desire and need to be comforted but am in too much pain to want to be touched. I’m uncomfortable with physical vulnerability but don’t have the energy or will to put on a brave face right now. And then, like I mentioned above; I’m angry and testy but don’t want to take out my pain on anyone that doesn’t deserve it. So, as much as it makes things worse I’ve still been isolating myself.

In the end, pain is a lonely thing.

http://connectivetissuedisorders.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/treading-water

I shivered when I read this post and for a while I was blinded by tears.  I do not cry easily. I reread the post…. How is it possible that one young person can suffer so much pain?

It is a basic human right for chronically ill patients to receive palliative care services while they are receiving life-prolonging or curative treatments…. Why is pain treated with so much disregard by the medical profession?  Is it because people on the other side of the prescription pad are inadequately trained or like me they have never experienced pain?

Doctors are taught that pain is a sign of illness.  In their quest to find and treat the cause, they often neglect to treat the pain.

Vic was treated by the pain clinic for the past five years.  The head of the department is a professor of Anesthesiology.  Vic’s surgeon has been operating on her for the past 10 years and performed at least 60 of her 80 operations.  He knows how little of her intestines are left….  So does the professor.  Yet both these doctors chose to ignore this important factor when managing Vic’s pain.

At best her absorption is extremely poor and we constantly battle malnutrition.  We fluctuate between mechanical obstructions and diarrhoea.  400mg of MST twice per day just accumulates above the heavy fecal loading or is literally being flushed from her system within a very short period of time.  Combine this with severe vomiting bouts…. Often we lose tablets, either end, which is still totally intact…. Maybe the Jurnista worked because it is a slow release tablet that absorbs differently to the MST.

“In simple mechanical obstruction, blockage occurs without vascular compromise. Ingested fluid and food, digestive secretions, and gas accumulate above the obstruction. The proximal bowel distends, and the distal segment collapses. The normal secretory and absorptive functions of the mucosa are depressed, and the bowel wall becomes edematous and congested. Severe intestinal distention is self-perpetuating and progressive, intensifying the peristaltic and secretory derangements and increasing the risks of dehydration and progression to strangulating obstruction.” http://www.merckmanuals.com/professional/gastrointestinal_disorders/acute_abdomen_and_surgical_gastroenterology/

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Now with Hospice the team has realized that her tissue is too poor for subcutaneous morphine, tablets don’t absorb, morphine patches cause skin irritation….Now I administer morphine injections into the skin.  At least the Hospice team is looking for a solution and we have had more good days in two weeks than we had in six months!

In my book every single person is entitled to proper pain management.  In the past, management of chronic pain has often produced unsatisfactory results. For approximately 80% of the world’s population, pain relief when needed, is a right yet to be realized.  One of the chief reasons for this stems from misunderstandings about the pharmacological characteristics of morphine and other opiates.  Furthermore, in an attempt to limit the opium trade, barriers were put into place, to prevent people from accessing pain medications.

Morphine is an opioid.  A psychoactive chemical which has been used for centuries to treat acute pain….

A number of medical schools no longer teach opioid prescribing. Doctors inexperienced in the use of opioids do not know how to initiate, titrate, and withdraw the medication. Faced with undesirable outcomes in patients (e.g., respiratory depression after a rapid increase in dose), physicians have become reluctant to prescribe these medicines. Recent studies have proved conclusively that as long as the patient is in pain they would not develop a psychological dependence on the drug.  It is encouraging that the recent increased interest in the clinical pharmacology of symptom control has demonstrated that it is possible to use morphine safely and effectively, even in patients with advanced disease.

I have seen with Vic that freedom from pain actually prolongs life and allows the body to heal or recuperate.  It is virtually impossible for Vic to die of a morphine overdose even if the dosage is increased substantially.

The human suffering due to lack of pain relief is an affront to human dignity!

In South Africa a large portion of our population is HIV positive.  They live in rural areas where there are no doctors or pharmacies.  If they are lucky there may be a clinic with a nurse….  A doctor’s prescription is needed for morphine.  No doctor = no morphine = painful death.  In syrup form it is cheap!

What a cruel world we live in! When a young girl is fearful of seeking medical help in a first-world country it is truly a disgrace.   “I would’ve had no alternative but to check myself into the hospital and hope that they would help. I don’t even know if they would do anything for me. The experiences I’ve had with the hospital in relation to pain have never been pleasant or successful. At the most, you get a shot of pain killer and are sent on your way, no thought given to what happens when the medication wears off. Not to mention you’re often treated like a wussy or drug seeker.”

I am grateful to the Hospice team!  I am grateful that Vic has been spared further suffering.  We cannot prevent death only unnecessary suffering!

“Sometimes the pain’s too strong to bare…and life gets so hard you just don’t care.  You feel so alone you just sit and cry…every second you wish you could die.  Then you start thinking who would care…if one day they woke up-and you weren’t there.”   Unknown

I would like to list some of the wonderful blogs on pain that I follow slavishly.

http://fullcircledme.wordpress.com/2012/09/20/myths-about-pain-meds-vs-addiction-or-dependence

http://now.tufts.edu/articles/world-hurt-pain

http://ohwhatapain.wordpress.com/being-treated-like-an-addict

http://ohwhatapain.wordpress.com/2012/09/26/flares

http://walkingthroughpain.wordpress.com/2012/09/28/ahhhhhhh/

http://connectivetissuedisorders.wordpress.com/

This is Vic’s Journey


I sense a loneliness of the heart in Vic.  I cannot imagine what it feels like to be aware of the fact that you are facing your last months of life, planning your funeral….No matter what we do or say – this is Vic’s journey.

via This is Vic’s Journey.

This is Vic’s Journey


Despite the fact that Vic has known for a long time that she will not die from old age the grim reality of Hospice involvement has forced Vic to come to terms with many losses.

 “I still can’t believe it’s going to happen. I thought I had more time. I’m tired but I don’t feel that bad. I just feel like such a burden! I am so worried about how you will cope Mommy.  We have always been so close….” Vic lamented this past week.

I am told that Vic is expressing many normal emotions that occur near the end of life. She is feeling the shock of how final death is and the guilt of being a burden on the family. Vic is also concerned about her family she will leave behind….

Knowing that death is imminent is takings its emotional toll on all of us

Vic said tonight that she has never been more scared in her entire life.  She is scared of being “isolated” from us.  She fears that we will not cope.  She is so scared of the pain.  She is so scared of leaving the boys behind….

I blogged on Vic’s fears before.  https://tersiaburger.com/2012/07/01/vics-fears-2-7-2012   That blog was based on some research and actual observations.  Now the fears have intensified and are more real than ever. The situation has changed so much in the past three months.   For the worse!

The good thing is that Vic is actually sharing her fears with me.  Tonight we prayed over her fears.  Vic, at last, is dealing with her fears.

Vic is not ready to die. I am certain that very few people actually ever feel ready to die. I have read that it is perfectly normal to feel angry about life being cut short — it’s unfair and you have a right to be mad!  Unfortunately, anger often gets directed at those closest to us, the ones we love the most. We feel safe with these people and know they will probably accept our anger and forgive us for it.  Vic over the past couple of months has lashed out at the boys and I.

Vic is now channelling her anger as a source of energy to help her take action where it’s needed. She is telling us, her family, things she really wants us to know. Vic has re-channelled her anger to do meaningful and positive things.

Vic feels guilty about being a burden on us.  She also feels guilty that she will be leaving her children behind.  Tonight she told me that she felt guilty for distracting me whilst I was driving, 32 years ago, and we were involved in an accident!  I told her that I felt guilty for yelling at her when she was 4 years old.  Until my dying day I will always remember the fear and confusion in her dark brown eyes….

Worrying endlessly about these long-gone things won’t make it feel better about them. It won’t ease the burden we are carrying. It won’t make us feel better. It won’t make Vic live longer…

We spoke and I told Vic that we simply have to let things go.  We cannot change the past.  We must fix what can be fixed and try to let go of the things that cannot be changed.

Vic is stressed that Jon-Daniel and she have drifted apart.  He is angry with the situation.  She wants to spend time with him to rebuild their relationship.

Vic is no longer looking ahead to a seemingly “endless” future. She has lost so many things already.  The strength to get around like she used to, the ability to get together with friends….. Vic feels distanced from friends who cannot handle the fact that she is going to die soon.

Vic has had many physical and emotional losses which have come before the loss of life itself.  Yet she has gained some things too.  She is seeking spiritual peace, a new relationship with her God.

Hospice has given Vic Azor for the anxiety.  I believe that the drug is allowing Vic the calmness to seek spiritual peace and closure.  She is getting her life in order.  Over the years we discussed death as a natural extension of life….  Now she is discussing her funeral with me.  Psalm 23 ans 1 Cor 13 will be the readings…  What I will dress her in… Her pallbearers…

I sense a loneliness of the heart in Vic.  I cannot imagine what it feels like to be aware of the fact that you are facing your last months of life, planning your funeral….No matter what we do or say – this is Vic’s journey.

I remember how I cried when I watched the movie Passion of Christ and saw Mary having to stand by, helplessly,  whilst her son suffered carrying The Cross…  She had to stand by and watch Him die the cruelest of cruel deaths…

Tonight Vic prayed “Dear Lord Jesus, we have not been friends for a long time.  Yet I have come to you tonight to ask You to put Your arms around my children and to protect them…”

God please have mercy on my child.