friendship Grief

Death by Death

“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he’d had three months to write. It was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother’s shoulder, and said, ‘Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'”  Anne Lamott, “Bird by Bird.”

Book thief quote

I have struggled to write this post for months.  And then, I just decided to take it “bird by bird.”  Still, it has taken me weeks to post it.  No, it still isn’t perfect.  But, in the spirit of being a “good enoughist,”  I pushed the button today.

 A dear friend’s husband died last April from lung cancer (he never smoked); he was 43. This is not supposed to happen and an uneasy chill entered my soul. I felt powerless and incensed:  what is God thinking?  Then, not long after, three dear friends of my husband died in rapid succession, leaving behind a bereaved spouse. As we left the last memorial service, I briefly decided (in a very self-absorbed way) that God might be putting me through “widow” school. I mean, my husband is significantly older than I am and maybe I needed to be ready for the next stage of my life – when he shuffles off this mortal coil.  Who in their right mind thinks this way?  I did manage to recover from this moment of temporary insanity after remembering that not everything that happens is all about me.

I found the unfathomable grief deafening.  And terrifying. I hugged everybody and murmured worthless words that I desperately wished were comforting. But I felt powerless and STUPID. I had no idea how these graceful widows actually felt.  NO CLUE.  I could sense the sorrow, but I could not feel it with them.  I was an outsider – but I really didn’t want to be an insider, despite my clumsy ineptitude.

 For death, as Hamlet notes, is the “undiscover’d country from whose bourn no traveller returns.”  Although, Hamlet cannot possibly be right, as his dead father paid him a visit only a few scenes before he uttered these words.  Of course, Hamlet was not in his right mind.  I relate to Hamlet a lot.

 There was a lot of death last spring and summer.

 And then, the unthinkable happened.  My dear friend Nancy was diagnosed with incurable cancer.  Nancy: the definition of what it means to be alive.  She was whole-hearted, full of zest, passion and love.

And despite the word incurable, I was certain Nancy’s cancer could be cured.  We just needed to find the right remedy, the right doctor, the right hospital.  I researched treatment options for her cancer like a woman possessed and efficiently put together a binder with tabs and places to record symptoms and medicines and tests and infusions and never-ending visits to doctors. I accompanied her to meet with docs to get a second opinion.  I kept very busy looking for solutions.

 Because Nancy could not die.   Who in their right mind thinks this way?

And despite my will for her to live, Nancy, the soul I loved and cherished, began to leave her life here on this earth.  Slowly, steadily, gracefully: on her own terms.  Even though I didn’t want her to leave – not just yet.  Well, I never wanted her to leave.

This is because I still didn’t (and probably still don’t) have a handle on this death being part of life thing.  There is this tenacious piece of my soul that refuses to accept that we cannot be with those we love forever and ever.  I understand that suffering is part of life – but death?  Who in their right mind thinks like this?

 Nancy knew this about me.  So, she kindly and gently helped me understand that she would die.  Despite my “valiant” efforts to help her get cured.  I drove her to chemo whenever I could.  I meditated and prayed daily, imagining her surrounded by healing blue light, as the therapeutic poison dripped into her veins.  When I arrived at her door after being away for three weeks, Nancy no longer could walk on her own and she was breathless even when lying down.  Her energy, which always had seemed boundless, had been stolen from her.  She appeared to be looking off in the distance most of the time and it was difficult for her to talk.  I think part of me knew that Nancy had begun to disembark from this world and she was seeking her way to the next.  But my heart refused to acknowledge it.

So, I was the friend she asked to come to the “end of life” discussion.  I think she knew I needed to hear the devastating news directly.  Frankly, it never dawned on me, as I drove Nancy and her daughter over to the hospital for what I thought was the next round of chemo, that there would be no more life saving efforts.  I saw that Nancy seemed even more depleted and made a note to ask the doctor for a blood transfusion, because I was sure her hemoglobin was too low.  I chatted away like we were going out to lunch.

 With my notebook and pen in hand, sitting next to Nancy in her wheelchair, furiously taking notes as the oncologist, in a detached voice, talked about the failed chemo and continuing tumor growth, I asked, “ok, what’s next?”  But nothing was next.  Well, no cure was next.  And no, there was no need for a blood transfusion.  I was filled with dread and my heart began to hurt, like someone was beating me on the chest.

 As the doctor left the room to get the papers to “release Nancy to hospice care,” I just kept writing furiously, vowing to stay in my head, ignore my breaking heart and silently prayed for a medical miracle despite this damned, seemingly indifferent doctor.  Nancy’s daughter had been softly crying and quietly apologized.  The room was so quiet, except for the sound of my pen scratching senselessly across the pages of my notebook. And then, Nancy said, “Allison, don’t apologize.  Your crying is perfectly normal.  Of course you’re upset.  I’m the weird one. I’m so detached.”

And with that, despite my heartache, I laughed – as did Nancy – as we had laughed together so many times before when sharing the sorrows and joys of our lives. Allison’s tears were soon mixed with laughter (Nancy’s laugh was one of the most infectious on the planet). I said, “Thanks for sharing that.  I am so glad you noticed your detachment. I thought it was just me.”

It was at that moment, I got it.  She was getting ready to depart – and looking towards her next life, in “the undiscover’d country.”  How like Nancy to help me see what I did not want to see.

For years, Nancy and I had talked as only good friends do as we “fast-walked” the Chicago lakefront path, often meeting before dawn to fit the walk into our hectic schedules.  But now, Nancy embarked on a journey that only she could take, with her family and friends at her side, but yet, alone, all by herself.

 I hated that she was alone.

 Nancy was the friend in the past 10 years that often helped me whenever I felt most alone.  She listened, supported and laughed, no matter what. Despite my relocation 1300 miles away, we i-chatted most days.  Often, she greeted me as soon as I opened my laptop in the morning.

I hated that Nancy was leaving.

Like Mary Magdalene, who clung to the earthly Jesus, I wanted to hold onto Nancy.  She knew this about me.  And even as she suffered through the final stages of cancer, she tried to help me let her go.  Slowly and lovingly.

I last saw Nancy and hugged her a few days before Christmas.  She died 3 weeks later.  On her terms.  And I grieve.  Every day.

 I realized at Nancy’s memorial service how much trouble I was having letting her go, despite her work to help me in my stubborn quest to keep her immortal. I fled the service quickly, consumed by grief, and I continue to struggle with the swiftness of her death (barely 6 months after diagnosis).  I watched cancer, that evil beast of a disease, ravage her body, once the epitome of strength and endurance. My yoga teacher, my shiatsu specialist, the woman who did 100 things a day could no longer sit up for more than a few minutes without being out of breath. But cancer never took away her wisdom, her beauty, her sense of humor, her love, her kindness, her empathy.  So selfishly, I wanted her to stay.  Despite her suffering.  Some friend.  Who in their right mind thinks this way?

 I know I must help clear the path for Nancy’s spirit to “move on” – these are the instructions I remember from the memorial service.  And I panic every once in awhile that I am hurting her by not clearing the path properly.  I’m not experienced in this death business.  Honestly?  I hate leaving places once I am having a good time.  Nancy and I used to joke and laugh about this difference between us – we would be out at a gathering or watching our boys play baseball together, and I would linger at the end, hugging everyone goodbye (sometimes twice).  And I would look to hug Nancy goodbye and she was long gone…she always said she knew when it was time to leave and that drawn-out goodbyes were not her style.  Clearly.

A dear friend, and widow, who despite her own grief, has gently reminded me that the souls that leave earth still visit us.  And though I sometimes claim to be an unbeliever in the spirit life (like Hamlet), most of me believes that we are watched over by those that have gone before us.  And so, every morning at my workout, when I clasp my hands together in a yoga pose and gaze over my left shoulder, I say softly, “good morning, Nancy.”  And sometimes her laugh enters my ears and I see her briefly smiling before me, surrounded by blue, healing light.

 And every day, I work to sweep the path for her, always wondering if I will get any better at this, death by death.

nancy 

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34 Comments

  • Reply
    savlanute
    May 15, 2014 at 9:39 pm

    This is a beautiful piece, Karen. Thank you for sharing your journey!

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    savlanute
    May 15, 2014 at 9:39 pm

    This is a beautiful piece, Karen. Thank you for sharing your journey!

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    Karen
    May 15, 2014 at 10:33 pm

    Thank you so much!

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    Karen
    May 15, 2014 at 10:33 pm

    Thank you so much!

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    Megan
    May 15, 2014 at 11:57 pm

    I cried and then laughed: “Who in their right mind thinks this way?” haha – We do. We are in our right minds, filled with grief, while our hearts break and we stumble on the path, gently picking each other up. I’m certain Nancy is grateful for your neurotic sweeping and I am so, so, so grateful that our paths found common ground. You are a beautiful writer and friend, Karen. I love you.

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      Karen
      May 16, 2014 at 1:21 am

      Thank you for walking with me and my broom, Megan. Love you, too.

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    Megan
    May 15, 2014 at 11:57 pm

    I cried and then laughed: “Who in their right mind thinks this way?” haha – We do. We are in our right minds, filled with grief, while our hearts break and we stumble on the path, gently picking each other up. I’m certain Nancy is grateful for your neurotic sweeping and I am so, so, so grateful that our paths found common ground. You are a beautiful writer and friend, Karen. I love you.

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      Karen
      May 16, 2014 at 1:21 am

      Thank you for walking with me and my broom, Megan. Love you, too.

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    Beth Saav
    May 18, 2014 at 2:49 am

    What a lovely piece, Karen. Thank you for sharing a deep and intimate journey.

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      Karen
      May 19, 2014 at 1:00 am

      Thanks so much, Beth!

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    Beth Saav
    May 18, 2014 at 2:49 am

    What a lovely piece, Karen. Thank you for sharing a deep and intimate journey.

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      Karen
      May 19, 2014 at 1:00 am

      Thanks so much, Beth!

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    Anonymous
    May 29, 2014 at 2:18 am

    You made me laugh, cry, laugh out loud and then cry again….you are a beautiful writer…xo

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      Karen
      May 29, 2014 at 2:19 pm

      Thank you so much for visiting our blog and commenting. Greatly appreciated!

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    Anonymous
    May 29, 2014 at 2:18 am

    You made me laugh, cry, laugh out loud and then cry again….you are a beautiful writer…xo

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      Karen
      May 29, 2014 at 2:19 pm

      Thank you so much for visiting our blog and commenting. Greatly appreciated!

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    Anonymous
    June 14, 2014 at 12:57 pm

    thank you Karen….

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:02 am

      Thank you for reading…

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    Anonymous
    June 14, 2014 at 12:57 pm

    thank you Karen….

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:02 am

      Thank you for reading…

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    jody
    June 14, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    What a beautiful, thoughtful, heartfelt writing. I cried my way through it. Nancy is so blessed to have such a loving friend. Keep up the good work guiding her. Love, her sister in law Jody.

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:02 am

      Thank you for reading the piece, Jody. Bless you.

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    jody
    June 14, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    What a beautiful, thoughtful, heartfelt writing. I cried my way through it. Nancy is so blessed to have such a loving friend. Keep up the good work guiding her. Love, her sister in law Jody.

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:02 am

      Thank you for reading the piece, Jody. Bless you.

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    Sara
    June 14, 2014 at 7:05 pm

    Nancy was one of my cousins, and it seems unreal that she is the first of our generation to pass away. Thanks for writing this beautiful piece…

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:00 am

      I’m grateful you read it. So many will miss her. Thank you, Sara.

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    Sara
    June 14, 2014 at 7:05 pm

    Nancy was one of my cousins, and it seems unreal that she is the first of our generation to pass away. Thanks for writing this beautiful piece…

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      Karen
      June 15, 2014 at 3:00 am

      I’m grateful you read it. So many will miss her. Thank you, Sara.

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    Anonymous
    June 15, 2014 at 4:56 pm

    Dear Karen, Thank you for writing and sharing this. I haven’t been on facebook for a while and just came upon this today. There is so much mystery in death. I realized after Nancy died that I had never really said goodbye to her while she was still in her body. Although we meditated with her and read death meditations to her, I wanted her to to live. I thought it was she who didn’t want to talk about dying, but I realize that I wasn’t ready to let her go, as much as I thought I was. I talk to her frequently, and I think she talks to me too. A book that two of my swami deva sisters recommended to me was very helpful. “The Last Frontier: Exploring the Afterlife and Transforming Our Fear of Death” byJulia Assante. She writes that those who have died do want to communicate with us, and she gives guidance on how to receive their communications and converse with them. There is a part of me that doesn’t want to ‘bother” Nancy, and some fear connected with opening myself up to unwanted energies (not from Nancy, but from others), so I haven’t engaged in any practices yet, but I am staying open to guidance on doing so when the circumstances are right. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend and caregiver to her. I think it is perfectly fine to send her blessings on her path AND to mourn her passing, letting her know how much we miss her. They aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s all about love.

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      Karen
      June 16, 2014 at 12:57 am

      Dear Katie, Thank you for sharing your journey. I always pictured the swami devas with her and was so grateful for your presence in her life – your spirits helped carry her as she made her way down a difficult path. And you are right – it is all about love.

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    Anonymous
    June 15, 2014 at 4:56 pm

    Dear Karen, Thank you for writing and sharing this. I haven’t been on facebook for a while and just came upon this today. There is so much mystery in death. I realized after Nancy died that I had never really said goodbye to her while she was still in her body. Although we meditated with her and read death meditations to her, I wanted her to to live. I thought it was she who didn’t want to talk about dying, but I realize that I wasn’t ready to let her go, as much as I thought I was. I talk to her frequently, and I think she talks to me too. A book that two of my swami deva sisters recommended to me was very helpful. “The Last Frontier: Exploring the Afterlife and Transforming Our Fear of Death” byJulia Assante. She writes that those who have died do want to communicate with us, and she gives guidance on how to receive their communications and converse with them. There is a part of me that doesn’t want to ‘bother” Nancy, and some fear connected with opening myself up to unwanted energies (not from Nancy, but from others), so I haven’t engaged in any practices yet, but I am staying open to guidance on doing so when the circumstances are right. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend and caregiver to her. I think it is perfectly fine to send her blessings on her path AND to mourn her passing, letting her know how much we miss her. They aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s all about love.

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      Karen
      June 16, 2014 at 12:57 am

      Dear Katie, Thank you for sharing your journey. I always pictured the swami devas with her and was so grateful for your presence in her life – your spirits helped carry her as she made her way down a difficult path. And you are right – it is all about love.

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    Kathleen Lahiff
    June 15, 2014 at 4:57 pm

    Karen, that anonymous is me, Katie.

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    Kathleen Lahiff
    June 15, 2014 at 4:57 pm

    Karen, that anonymous is me, Katie.

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