Sunday 1st September “One day at a time” I said to myself five days ago when I was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer.
Of course it was a shock - one day at a time is all I (or any of us) have. It’s all we are asked to cope with. Five days have already passed and each has been different. Mostly I have been gratefully aware of being held in the loving embrace of God. But there have been other days of overwhelm, exhaustion and anxiety. Yesterday was one of those. Today I feel almost “normal” with reasonable energy. I was able to enjoy lunch (soft food only!) out with my beautiful dearest friend Anthea. She is my rock of support. We both know it is just as hard for her as it is for me - but in different ways.
We were supposed to be heading off for a two week holiday in Queensland this week, to see family and friends and to celebrate 25 years of sharing a house - and life - together. We weren’t planning this kind of “celebration!”
For my own processing and record I hope to keep track of this journey here on my Blog. I write for myself but if others read it that’s fine. I don’t promise to write every day, though I’d like to, even if it’s just a few lines. Already I’m noticing more intensely things like the singing of a thrush outside the window and the beautifully colourful garden cared by by council staff as we walked after lunch.
Monday 2nd September. This sure is a roller coaster. I've been very shaky all day. However - Had a lovely time with a friend here in the village who knows how to listen! Went out with Anthea for a beach walk and a few bits of grocery shopping. Feeling quite overwhelmed with so many lovely messages of support and how to keep up with any kind of response. The analogy of a swan sailing calmly on top of the water while paddling furiously underneath comes to mind.
Tuesday 3rd September. Today was the day of my CT body scan. Grateful for: *Wonderful to have this facility relatively close to home. (North Shore Hospital). *A lovely nurse Sarah and skilled staff. *Then lunch with Anthea at one of our local cafes and home *to find flowers at our door. Won’t hear results for a week or more. Feeling exhausted now, but peaceful.
Wednesday 4th September. Today is the day we were supposed to be flying over to Queensland. There is a mix of grief at missing our planned holiday, and relief that we are not away from home and all the medical facilities. As always I/we are trusting God’s timing in all of this. I’m finding waiting to hear the results of the scan and plans for treatment very hard. Knowing is easier than not knowing with all the room for imagining. Positive things today: *My niece Nicky calling in. She has been through the serious illness and death of several friends and family members - so she is a very calm and balanced support. *An evening walk round the grounds and meeting Von. *Tony (our village EV cab driver) expressing his concern and saying he would prioritise hospital trips when necessary. *Eating mashed potato and veges for tea!
Thursday 5th September. The beach and the ocean are my special, restorative places. This morning I went for a beach walk in the spring sunshine. In a recent Richard Rohr daily meditation this verse from a hymn was quoted: “Have you ever stood at the ocean with a white foam at your feet, felt the endless thundering motion? Then I say you have seen Jesus my Lord.” Perhaps the language isn’t quite how I’d express it but the sentiment is the same. Creation speaks of God in ways that words often can’t.
The other big thing today was getting a phone call to say I have a specialist appointment next Wednesday. Presumably the specialist is an oncologist. I will receive details by email. This is a relief. Things are moving fast. As well as relief there is a new wave of anxiety - what will be revealed?
Friday 6th September. I’m so grateful for God’s timing. Anthea went to Yoga this morning. I didn’t have the energy to go today. So I was home when Nicky’s husband Matt phoned. Matt is a Vet so knows a lot about medical things. He told me several optimistic things after reading the report from the initial gastroscopy. It really gave me a boost. Then Ant came home having had a very healing time at Yoga. We have a beautiful Yoga teacher who exudes calm and love. So we both had a lift to our spirits today.
This afternoon I got the offical written appointment details. The specialist is an upper GI surgeon so it looks as if surgery will be part of what happens next. After Matt’s phone call I feel much less intimidated about that! Yes wonderful timing of things today. Very grateful.
Saturday 7th September. One highlight today was getting to Spotlight (driven by Anthea!) and stocking up on knitting wool. Sometimes seemingly small things feel like an achievement! Knitting is a useful hobby when you can’t be very active. I think of mum teaching me to knit when I was away from school with bronchitis! Thanks mum!
Another delight was a short walk round the grounds in the evening air, hearing the birds who seem to sing even more beautifully at this time of day!
Sunday 8th September
A tough day. Just watched the PBC church service on YouTube - theme of light and darkness both created good (Geneses 1). Certainly a day of darkness and light for Anthea and me. Darkness as we face into the future and light that we can honestly both talk about our fears and feelings. Light when two very lovely long term friends visited, darkness when recounting the whole story of my cancer making it all seem even more real. These friends (Chris and Margaret) supported us through my cerebral aneurysm 28 years ago. Now here we are again…
Monday 9th September. A lovely day with good energy. We went out in the morning to buy a special cushion to enable Anthea to sit more comfortably which she is having to do a lot driving me round etc. Then on to buy an outdoor reclining chair which she is giving me for my birthday! I’m calling it my “recovery chair”. It fits on our balcony which we will lovely in nice spring weather.
Tuesday 10th September. Felt a bit low this morning after waking about 5am. Early hours of the morning are often the worst time of day! I’m sure I’m not alone in experiencing that. However, I’ve been surrounded by so much love and compassion today - some staff here in the village genuinely caring. Visits from two special people. Thoughtful food from another. Flowers from two others. And of course ongoing beautiful messages and prayers. I am so fortunate to be carried on such waves of love.
Tomorrow is a big day. This is the first consultation with a specialist who hopefully will tell me exactly what to expect in the days ahead.
Wednesday 11th September. Saw a very compassionate surgeon today. But surgery is not the answer. I see an oncologist tomorrow.
Thursday 12th September. My 79th birthday. This is definitely my last earthly birthday. Saw a lovely, compassionate oncologist who agrees that hospice care is the best choice for the time I have left. Chemotherapy would only be a short reprieve and not a pleasant one. Relief that there are no more trips to hospital. Our local hospice is excellent and I have some connections with them already. Anthea and I will travel this path together with God’s grace and strength and the love and support of so many.
Friday 13th September. A mix of feelings today. Relief that we are beyond the “ not knowing” stage and have a plan which feels the most supportive and gentle. Overwhelm at the streams of beautiful messages flowing in. I know people don’t expect replies but I appreciate each and every person and their thoughtful and genuine words. A sense of reality is kicking in as I experience a bit more “discomfort” at the sites of the cancer. I wouldn’t yet call it pain (though the oncologist has prescribed morphine already to have on hand). But the subtle reminders that things are developing are sobering. Even as I grieve so many losses of life “as it used to be”, I simultaneously look forward with anticipation to Life beyond all I can imagine here!
Saturday 14th September, a very unexpected night and day. Intense pain, ambulance call about 11pm. Pain somewhat controlled. Hospice care from now on. On Morphine.
Sunday 15th September. I forgot to update the last entry. It was a bit garbled! Just after writing on Friday evening that I was surprised I had already been prescribed morphine, I found out! The two ambulance women were great and stayed for over an hour getting pain under control. The rest of Saturday is a blur. But now it’s Sunday. A lovely Harbour Hospice nurse came this morning for an hour and a half! Anthea and I both feel very reassured that every detail of care will be provided. I’m even hopeful that I might be “up and about” a bit as the symptoms and pain management are steadily adjusted. Right now I’m sitting in the chair beside my bed, in the sun, having a cup of tea! It is only three weeks since I was diagnosed. So much has happened - and so many very compassionate specialists, ambulance staff, hospice nurse… I am very grateful! I am sad, though, that so many people couldn’t have afforded to pay for a private gastroscopy, which was the turning point for me. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of people here in NZ, who live in extreme pain, or die, because of the state of our health system. It shouldn’t be this way.
Monday 16th September. Another very full day. It is very busy and demanding when time is (potentially) so short! A hospice doctor and nurse came this morning. Another excellent visit with every base covered re pain control, reviewing existing medication and checking out various end of life preferences. All done with such compassion and no sense of hurry. We both feel supported in every way. I’m only going to be open to having very few visitors - mostly those people already know. I’m not in pain and at present feel reasonably able to focus on details of transferring to Anthea the various things I have been “in charge of” till now. (Well, let’s say we achieved one of these things today!)
Tuesday 17th September. I know I’m repeating myself but I never imagined how demanding it would be to deal with all the appointments now being made for legal issues and passing things on to Anthea. It’s just as hard to keep my/our diaries sorted as it was when we were working. I’m more able in the morning to think straight so that makes it harder too. However, today everyone I’ve contacted about things I need help with has been very quick say they will come as soon as possible.
One highlight today was our village taxi driver, Tony, delivering flowers to the door and I was sitting up in the lounge so opened the door to him. It was lovely to see him and get a warm hug.
Just lying in bed and looking at the green spring growth on a big tree outside the window - washed with rain, tousled by the wind and then illuminated by the sun is a delight and blessing.
Wednesday 18th September. Peace perfect peace! It’s early evening on a very busy and noisy day. The workmen have finally gone home. The day began with discovering that a major water pipe under our block had burst. Flood waters pouring across the car parks in front of the building. Water in some ground floor apartments. (I’m so grateful we don’t live on the ground floor, but so sorry for those who do.) the water has been turned off all day (and still is). Staff here have been wonderful supplying water to drink and a bucket full for a flush. This morning I filled in my Advance Care Plan discussing the points raised with Anthea. Then at 12noon a Hospice nurse arrived - just checking, no major event. Nicky arrived half an hour later which was good as she will relate closely with Hospice as the backup for Anthea as EPOA. While they were here my GP rang! Also useful as nurse could talk with him about requesting some extra meds. Just after 2pm we were back to “just us” - both needing a rest! Everyone is so efficient and helpful, I’m almost embarrassed!
The silence after the noise of men drilling concrete all day is bliss. I guess it’s one of those things where we have more appreciation for light after total darkness or warmth after extreme cold. I’m also appreciating sleeping through the night while I’m on morphine! I haven’t done that for a very long time! As the hospice nurse said “There’s an up side to everything!” I’m happy to say I am free of pain on what I’m assured is a very low dose. “ Plenty of room to increase the dose when you need it - and you will!” Ah well - “one day at a time”.
Thursday 19th September. After a rather rocky start to the day - least said the better! It was a good day. A lovely, relaxed visit with one of my oldest friends. Lots of reminiscing and laughter as well as grief and a few tears. So special though to have time for this kind of goodbye. A deep rest early afternoon - very welcome. A surprising card and letter from someone who was a pupil in one of my Hillcrest School classes in Nigeria. The grapevine is obviously spreading far and wide for her to know what’s up for me and find my address here. By this evening I was experiencing a bit more pain. I rang the 24 hr hospice nurse line and discussed best option for overnight and then scheduled a phone call in the morning, Being under Hospice care is so reassuring!
Friday 20th September. Here’s how the day went: 9am Anthea and I thought we’d deal with one of our legal/business issues before I had a visitor at 10.00. After a long and very frustrating time trying to deal with a certain business online and on phone we completed the task at 10.20. Fortunately the visitor was late. 10.30-11.15 a very lovely and emotional time with my beautiful friend. Hospice nurse was due at 11.30. Two nurses came (one a new person learning the ropes). As usual they were thorough, excellent listeners, understanding that probably some medications needs adjusting. We had plenty of laughs as well. They left at 12.40. Time for me to catch up on various emails, texts, messages etc and have some delicious carrot soup before another very special person arrived at 1.30. (I’ve stopped naming who the friends are but if it’s you, you’ll know!) We reminisced about all the ways our lives have been woven together over many years - personally, professionally and supporting each other through some really big crises on each side. What a joy to look back like this and share the memories. At 2.30 a phone call from Hospice confirmed new medication and script sent to Pharmacy. Somewhere in the midst of the afternoon a Lab technician arrived to take a blood test. 3pm was the first time since 9am to turn the phone off and settle in for a rest. (Of course I have been in bed all day.) I’m recording all this with absolutely no regrets. Everything (except online/phone dealings) has been with “people interactions” I’m so grateful to have had. But just a glimpse of the reality of life with serious illness and a short time frame. And just as a PS some flooding due to a burst water pipe means our lifts will be out of action for a few weeks! There are some advantages to staying in bed!
Saturday 21st September. A lovely day. The sun shone. One of my nephews who had come up from Dunedin, visited. We shared many great memories. Some memories he shared of times with me, I had forgotten but it was heartwarming to see through his eyes how important an Aunty can be! In more recent years we’ve shared a lot as adult to adult. Lovely to have a true friendship with a nephew. (When I think about it I have genuine friendships with most of my nephews and nieces.) what a privilege!
Later in the morning seven people from the Ponsonby Church music group came to sing to/for me. I asked them to sing one of my favourite hymns: “Oh the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus”, and a beautiful waiata:
Te Aroha, Te whakapono, Me te rangimarie, Tatou Tatou e. (Love, hope, peace for us all.) it was a truly beautiful time with more singing than my two requests! I thought having the music group sing, especially benediction we sing every Sunday in church, would have me in tears (tissues handy!) but instead I felt deep joy! Emotions are funny things! I love these people. It was so good give each one a deep hug. They represented the whole church community which I’ve been part of for 38years,
The afternoon was quiet and restful. Back to bed and the view of my favourite tree out the window with sun and breeze. rustling the leaves playfully.
PS Very good news that the lifts are working again!! We were warned it could be weeks.
Sunday 22 September, Another lovely day. Anthea drove me to our special seat that overlooks the beach - my special place! Then watched church on Zoom - a special time always and today very moving to see everyone adding a tassel to a beautiful blanket made for me. One visitor late morning - someone I’ve known since we both went to West Africa with SIM in the 1970’s. 2pm my lovely friend and pastor came to begin funeral planning. She is so good at wearing both friend and pastor hats at appropriate times.
Then time to rest. So a lovely day…but… I’ve had to call hospice twice today to discuss pain relief. In the end we both agreed that I’m “doing too much” and that increases my pain level. Part of “doing too much” is keeping up with the constant stream of people “ checking in” by text, messenger, email etc. I love you all and appreciate deeply the compassion in all your enquiries. However, a request from me: Please would you treat what you read here as your daily check in without further enquiries. Thanks in advance!
Social media is a great way to stay in touch but somehow I need to stem the flow!
Monday 23 September. Another good day! The Hospice motto is “making every day a good day”. Mind you it did begin with a Hospice nurse coming to carry out a necessary procedure (nurses can guess, for the rest of you it would be “tmi”.) Then one of my lovely nieces arrived for one of those very good conversations and helpful connections, plus photos of her family including a gorgeous grandson, Remy.
During the afternoon I felt “almost normally healthy” . Anthea and I chatted and relaxed together. Weird! Is this all a dream? Do I really have terminal cancer? Of course I know it isn’t a dream but it is strange to be living in this world but no longer fully part of it. I think Jesus said something about “being in the world and not of it”. Maybe that’s what I feel like.
Well from medical procedures to some vaguely theological thoughts it’s time for me to switch off and watch TV for a bit if we can find anything worth watching!
Tuesday 24th September. I’ve heard it said that you don’t know how you’ll handle death until it happens. True. Not that I’ve spent much time thinking about death - my death in particular- but it’s true that you can’t guess in advance how you will handle the reality. I’m surprised at my reactions although looking back I can see how my life has prepared me for how I feel now. A simple three phrase “mantra” that I came across some years ago sums up what I try to remember and live out: “Let everything go, let everything be as it is and turn towards what gives you peace.” Even more simply: Let go, Let be, Turn towards”. If theological language helps then: Surrender, Acceptance, Focus. I could turn this into an article or a sermon! But this is about me and my death. There’s a lot of letting go. Anthea and I find ourselves saying “this is probably the last time we will...” or I realise that I haven’t driven my car for a week and realise I won’t drive again. Or even the reality that I will never eat a roast dinner, or plan our next holiday. Surrender, surrender, surrender. Truly accept how it is. I can’t change it so why use energy resisting. Instead of resistance turn toward peace. This is different for every person. What brings me peace is turning toward the welcoming arms of love - God’s love. So as I face the reality of death I find myself letting go with surprising ease and accepting that what awaits me is an even greater experience of Love.
Of course I find myself sad and sometimes a bit wishful/wistful. Today I felt joyful as my dear best ever friend (Anthea in case you haven’t guessed!) took me to get my haircut and then drive to a couple of favourite places here in beautiful Orewa. I even let my inner child have a swing! The saddest part of this dying process so far is saying goodbye to the people I love. I’ve felt physically well today - weak, but pain free and able to enjoy life - just as it is. In the days to come I might have some different reactions but on this “one day at a time” journey, today I feel joyful. (And just between you and me, I know I will meet up with those I love again one day in the boundary-less Love of God where we will all be one.)
Wednesday 25th September. A rich and beautiful day. Rich with two visitors. One of them lent me a sun umbrella to shade my special chair. Rich with the free care from regular Hospice nurse visits. They do much more than the medical stuff. They offer compassionate listening and never seem to be in a rush. Beautiful with sunshine, birdsong and spring green trees. Beautiful with messages from people who make clear that they don’t expect an answer. I still love the messages and appreciate people understanding my previous “stem the tide” message. One particularly heartwarming message from a young person. We never know how much we matter across the generations.
All in all a beautifully full but relaxed day.
Thursday 26th September. An exhausting but very helpful day. Our financial advisor and offsider came this morning to discuss disbursement of my investments. We have worked with them for many years and built up tremendous trust and gratitude for their expertise. We are innocents when it comes to money! They were wonderful in making the complex simple today. But it took a lot of concentration and after an hour and a half we were both exhausted. (Rutherford Rede Ltd in case you are interested). However they have made it so much easier to know how to meet my lawyer tomorrow with clarity about what I’m changing in my will. This afternoon I enjoyed some time in what I now call my “peace chair” with my love and prayers blanket covering me and the new sun umbrella shading it. (Photo on Facebook). Then my pain went up a few too many notches and I had to return to bed after a reassuring phone call and advice from hospice nurse. Ant and I are both trying to stay awake long enough to get a good night’s sleep. Sounds contradictory but if I go to bed by 7 I’ll be wide awake by3!!
Friday 27th September. Exactly a month since the day of my diagnosis! Synchronistically, today we met with my lawyer and completed the list of business, legal, banking etc stuff. It’s amazing how much there is to do. I have a lovely young woman lawyer who was efficient and compassionate. We are now looking forward to a quiet weekend together. We need to adjust to living each day to the full while I still have reasonable energy. I am quite weak and shaky but in other ways feel pretty good. In fact most people are surprised “seeing me look so well”. I feel almost abashed, as if I’m not living up (down?) to their expectations of what someone having terminal cancer should look like!
Saturday 28th September. A beautiful day. The sun was shining. No hospice nurse visits (much as I am grateful for them!) No other pressing matters to attend to. We drove to the beach and found one last car park where we had a perfect sea view! (See facebook photos. I’ve decided not to insert photos in this daily review. But easy to share them on fb if we are a fb friends.) We had stopped at one of our favourite cafes and Anthea went in to get coffee and some nice soft lemon roll for me and a little pie for her. The lovely Asian couple who run this cafe have become real friends. When Anthea told them about me today they were so upset and concerned and wouldn’t let her pay for anything. When we got home I had some time in my Peace chair on the balcony. I’ve been resting in bed all afternoon, so grateful for a full day of “some of my favourite things” with my favourite person!
Sunday 29th September . A peaceful day. At home quietly today. Nice! We seem to have reached a sort of plateau where I am quietly waiting for whatever comes next. I remember years ago thinking that death is really another kind of birth. If so, then this is a stage of “pregnancy” before the new life emerges. And like pregnancy there are stages. Not that I’ve ever been pregnant but I know many women who have! Some stages can be awful with morning sickness, others can be glowing with well being. The last stage, so several friends have told me, is feeling “I can’t do this any more!” But the body knows what it has to do. If there are parallels with the “pregnancy of dying” then I’m somewhere in the central stage. Not exactly “glowing with wellbeing” but certainly past the first stage of shock and flurry and not yet in the final stage of surrendering to what “the body knows how to do”. The strange thing about this current stage is that I have no idea how long it will last before the final transition. So I continue to take “one day at a time” with gratitude for being pain-free and at peace. I’m pretty sure this stage is harder for my beloved Anthea than it is for me. I face a welcome new chapter of Life. She faces a much harder chapter, though I know she will travel it with courage and the love of all who surround her.
Monday 30th September. A poignantly lovely day today. I’m going to stick to just one incident. A “special” niece (age 45) who lives in Australia sent a voice message via a niece here who played it for me. As accurately as I can remember she said “I’m not ready to let Aunty Sheila go. I want to go to a hospital and let them take one of my kidneys, put it in a jar and screw the top tight. Then it can be sent to New Zealand and given to her so she gets better and we have more time.” She is special indeed. Uniquely special.
Tuesday 1 October. A happily exhausting day. The first day of having completed all business affairs (as far as I can tell!) Needing to find my energy level for this stage. One thing I’m delighting in is having organised things so I can set in motion now, what usually waits until after death and probate etc. That means I can enjoy the pleasure of giving, and sometimes hear what those gifts make possible for the recipients. So much joy multiplied.
Wednesday 2 October. A snuggled up in bed day. It is just like winter here in Auckland today - cold, grey, wild and windy. Added to that I have felt unusually tired today. Doing a bit of research reveals that morphine can disrupt the deep sleep wave lengths. That explains why the last few nights I feel as if I haven’t slept deeply even though not wide awake either. I’ll discuss this with hospice nurse due to call or visit tomorrow. I seem to have graduated to only having a weekly hospice nurse check in though of course they always emphasise to call the 24 hr line if anything changes. So much better than being in the busyness of hospital! I’ve got a better appetite today too and feel quite stable. I even did a bit of knitting today! I’m grateful for that as four of my “inner circle” friends are away on holiday for the next two to three weeks.
Thursday 3 October. I have indeed graduated! The nurse today said I am doing so well they could put me on three weeks before next visit. In the end we decided two weeks - just felt nicer! And as always 24/7 phone line for any reason. I said to the nurse “I’m not making this all up am I? I feel as if I’m getting better not worse as the weeks go by!” She assured me I am not making anything up! Now that pain is well managed and I’m in the flow of how and what I can do, I do feel better. But the trajectory of energy, weakness and shakiness is down not up. She said it is common to reach a plateau - a new normal - for a while and then have a dip down to a new, new normal. Anthea and I are certainly enjoying this new normal. It is exactly what we hoped for - quality time together. So, all you holiday makers, I think I’ll be here when you all get home. Enjoy your well deserved holidays!
Friday 4th October. A tranquil day. Two highlights today. About a year ago one of our friends had a bad run of misfortunes. Long Covid and a car accident being two of them. Finally she is well enough to be out and about and I am well enough to have a visitor! She and her niece, and Anthea and, I enjoyed morning tea together here in our apartment. Such a special time. Of course it probably is the last time we’ll be together, so rather bitter-sweet but lovely all the same. Mid afternoon with the sun shining on our deck Anthea and I spontaneously decided to sit outside and have an ice-cream! (Just as well we keep some in the freezer!) Such a simple pleasure - but aren’t they the best kind?
Saturday 5th October. I learnt a new Swedish word recently: ”Dostadning”. It means Spring cleaning with a Swedish twist. The first syllable is the Swedish word for death. So it’s spring cleaning with death in mind - what is worth keeping, what will your family think was worth keeping when they come to sort out your stuff! Fortunately I’ve always been the opposite of a hoarder so it won’t be too hard for me or them. Still it’s a good motivation to keep gradually thinking of who might want certain things and sorting the winter clothes I won’t wear again.
On a totally different topic: I woke up this morning with a Scripture in mind from Philippians 1:21-24. “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain…” The apostle Paul goes on debating - as far as he’s concerned it’s better by far for him to die now, but maybe there’s a reason to stay in this life a bit longer. I get that. When we were told early on that the prognosis was more likely to be weeks not months it made the time remaining seem very short. But now as I am feeling so much better I’m starting to wonder if it’s longer than I imagined. Am I pleased? I honestly don’t know. Either way is fine with me. I’m certainly enjoying each day to the full and living “one day at a time”. That’s all I am asked to do.
Sunday 6th October. With the wonders of the internet I feel I’ve been connected around the world today! I’ve been looking at pictures of one niece’s trip to South Africa, chatting to another niece in Queensland, cheering on my sister and law and her friend setting out on the Queen Charlotte Sound great walk, checking in on the weather in Taupo… and of course “going to church” on Zoom. I’m really glad I’ve kept up pretty well with using Messenger video, WhatsApp, FaceTime, Zoom, Skype, and plain old texting. It’s remembering who called on which app that gets tricky sometimes! I do feel my brain slowing down and things taking longer to “click in” but then I’m not really in a rush these days! Anthea and I were reflecting on how we both remember living in a house with a party line, crank handle phone hanging on the wall in the hall!I even remember the phone number 827Z! I wonder what means of communication will be the norm in even ten years time from now?
Monday 7th October. Still processing this plateau time. It’s kind of disconcerting to be feeling so well. This afternoon the sun was shining and I spontaneously said, “Let’s jump in the car and go and look at the beach.” So we did! See facebook photos! I felt a bit like a naughty girl escaping from boarding school. We sat on “our seat” and talked about what it would be like if I really was “getting better” and not just on a lovely plateau. I know one or two people have been praying for a miracle (ie complete healing).
That’s not the framework I’m in. Every day is a miracle just as it is. But the question remains for each of us. What would it be like to contemplate getting back to “normal” health and picking up the reins of life. Having come this far I think I would find it hard to accept re-entering the roles and responsibilities I had just over a month ago. My focus is on the Life to come not the one I’ve left. But if it were to be so, I think I would accept that there was a divine purpose in not leaving yet. Anthea said that for her it would in some ways be lovely to plan again for the things we wanted to do and the places we wanted to go. But she would be aware that I’d have to circle back and travel the dying journey all over again - probably dying from something else. She wouldn’t wish that on me as she can see how much I am looking forward to what awaits me. How grateful we are to be able to have this kind of conversation.
Tuesday 8th October. A quiet day at home today. After our beach trip yesterday it was nice to have a quiet day today. The big event of the day was Anthea selling her car to the wife of a good friend of ours. Perfect timing on both sides. Once again it is lovely to see how things work out smoothly.
I think it was this week we were booked to go to Wellington for the WOW (World of Wearable Arts) festival and some other Wellington side trips. It has certainly been a year of cancelling plans. However, someone who has already been to WOW this year told us that it has become so technical and almost ‘over the top’ moving away from the original focus of turning used things into works of beauty. So we actually don’t feel as disappointed as we thought we might. The sun dappling the leaves of the tree outside the window. The changing shape of clouds in the evening sky. Simple pleasures, natural beauty … more our style.
Wednesday 9th October. Contentment- yes that’s the word that sums up this day. This morning a relaxed visit from a friend I’ve made since being in the village. She brought us a coffee from the village cafe and we chatted about life in general and about books - book club in particular. We were running the book club here together until I had to abandon her! (She is well able to cope without me but it’s nice on both sides to have a debrief after the event). This afternoon mostly resting on my bed - a bit of reading, quite a bit of dozing and enjoying the view from my window without having to move. Then Anthea and I met for our daily meditation together at about 5pm. We’ve been doing this for many years now. There are lots of ways to meditate. Since Cynthia Bourgeault’s retreats here in NZ many years ago we have been using Centering Prayer as our entry point into that deep silence where names, categories and “methods” are not really the point. The evening is still ahead to unfold after a very contented day.
Thursday 10th October. A beauty-full day. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” says John Keats. I agree.I’ve often noticed that I am deeply moved by beauty. Some of my earliest memories are of being emotionally stirred in ways I could not explain in words. This was often while on family holidays on Ponui Island. Perhaps that un-nameable feeling was joy. Today I was welcomed with the beautiful sound of the birds’ dawn chorus at 5.30am. Not long after that I watched the dawn light gradually become sunlight. Colours deepening and revealing the day. This morning we drove to the local Art Centre where there is an exhibition of exquisite Japanese pottery. Part of what it demonstrates is how things once made for utilitarian use have become an art form. Yakashimi - Earth Metamorphosis. Such a privilege to have the one and only NZ venue for this exhibition right here in Orewa. And I’m so grateful to have the opportunity and energy to see it. Back home, a beautiful red rose from a neighbour’s garden takes its unassuming place on the coffee table - just being itself - bringing me joy. Later lying on my bed with beautiful music playing. I am abundantly blessed by beauty… and it’s only 4.30pm!
Friday 11th October. Emerging. I’ve felt tired and unmotivated today. Some days if I’m not actively doing something I fall asleep. That’s normal enough for where I’m at but not pleasant. So about 4pm I decided to go for a walk round the grounds to admire the variety of colourful flowers so well tended in our grounds. I wanted Anthea to come with me for both physical and moral support. I’m a bit wobbly and off balance because of not walking much. I’ve also been trying to keep out of sight, not wanting to meet people and having to answer the inevitable “how are you” questions. However, this felt like a divinely timed walk. We immediately met two people from our block who were so pleased to see me and we chatted easily. The flowers were indeed beautiful. Then coming back through reception one of the staff greeted me with a big hug. She had already been very helpful today as we ordered our main meal from the kitchen for the first time. We had just missed Jill the village manager who was on her way over to visit us. So we waited in her office and she came back. We had a lovely time with time her. It was a very mutual conversation. Genuine care for us and willingness to debrief a bit from her side about the challenges of being village manager. We came home feeling blessed once again to live here where staff really do care. I feel much less cautious about being “out and about” in the village if a short walk is a good idea. I am grateful to be emerging!
Saturday 12th October. It was on the 12th of September that the oncologist referred me to Hospice for palliative care. He said the prognosis was probably weeks not months … but he could be wrong! Well four weeks so far. Four amazing weeks of so much to take in. Anthea and I are so grateful for every day and live it to the full - whatever that might mean: “one day at a time”. Today we did another “memory lane” trip to the lake behind our Chesterfield Way house. (See fb photos). We must have walked round that lake hundreds of times during our time living in Orewa. I could walk most of the way round today. It has conveniently placed seats for rest stops! Apart from increasing general weakness I’m still feeling pretty good. The thing that bothers me most is the feeling that my eyes aren’t focusing properly. It’s hard to explain. I call it “tired eyes” which reminds me of one of David Whyte’s poems: Sweet Darkness which begins “When your eyes are tired…”
Like all poems it means what it means to the reader - and maybe that’s different every time. As I read the poem again today, every line speaks but here is the last half:
“ You must learn one thing.
The world is made to be free in .
Give up all other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness
And the sweet confinement
of your aloneness
to learn that
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.“
Sunday13th October. Dying can take a long time. I remember accompanying my brother and two or three other people as they journeyed towards dying. Sometimes time dragged on and it felt as if they would never die. I woke up this morning feeling impatient. If I have terminal cancer - which I do - that means I am dying of cancer as opposed to living with cancer. So let’s get on with it! I was surprised at the strength of my impatience. Yesterday I was celebrating a lovely plateau time, today it felt like a cul de sac. What was being triggered here? It didn’t take long to identify an old script: “Don’t be a nuisance.” Subconsciously I was replaying a childhood fear that because I was unwell a lot (childhood bronchitis) I must be causing a lot of extra stress for mum and dad and therefore “being a nuisance.” Not that mum or dad ever did or said anything that remotely supported that idea. But here was the old script popping up and telling me to hurry up and get on with this dying process so I won’t be a nuisance to all the people here and now who care for, and about, me. Identifying the subconscious message was very helpful. Talking about it with Anthea was helpful too. So now at the end of this day I am back to current reality. I don’t know how long this journey is. It might be a lot longer than any of us thought at first. That “weeks not months” prognosis is hard to shake. But then there are 52 weeks in a year so it is rather meaningless, anyway! My dying journey will take as long as it takes.
One of the many thoughtful cards I received early on featured this quote:
“Let me do nothing when I have nothing to do,
become untroubled in this depth of peace
like the evening at the seashore
when the water is silent.” Rabindranath Tagore
Yes!
Monday 14th October. Sleep - or lack of - is the main feature today. I’m not sleeping well at night. I’m usually awake by 4 or 5am and can only drift in and out of light sleep from then on. That definitely doesn’t set me up for the day. I’ll take a sleeping pill tonight but I know that gives me a hangover feeling the next day. So it’s a bit damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Maybe this is par for the course at this stage but it’s a pity as I’m just beginning to have space to have some visitors. Today one of my visitors changed the sheets on my bed after we’d had a cup of tea and a good chat. I have no hesitation in asking for help as I get weaker and I know people really like to be able to do something practically useful. It’s fun too to discover something I no longer need that this visitor was delighted to take off my hands - my Nordic Walking Sticks! I gave her a five minute tutorial and left her to look up YouTube videos to get the technique right! Later one of the several people who have been away on holiday popped in and shared photos of adventures on bike trails round Waikato. We live in a beautiful country!
Tuesday 15th October Yay for sleeping pills! I took half a one and had 6.5 hours of deep sleep. It made all the difference to this day. I didn’t really even have much of a hangover. It’s been a lovely balanced kind of day. I started out ticking a few things off my “things to do on the computer” list. Then one of my oldest friends came for morning tea and a chat. We first met at Auckland Teachers’ College in 1963 and have remained friends ever since. Our paths have diverged but criss-crossed and now come back together in the context of Ponsonby Baptist Church (PBC). That’s 60 years of friendship! After lunch and a nap a more recent friend called in. This is someone I have only known in the context of PBC but still a friendship of more than a decade. True friendship is something to be deeply valued and I am blessed and grateful to have many such friends. Length of time is certainly not the deciding factor. Depth of mutually “knowing and being known” is a key I think.
Wednesday 16th October. A happily mixed bag today - a coffee out, a beach walk, another long term friend visiting, learning a new stitch for sewing up the cot blanket I’ve knitted! But best of all someone dear to me but not geographically close by, has written me a song about our special connection over all the years of her life and especially the adult years. I cried as I listened to the song. This is the best gift she could give me. A beautiful and tender end to a happy day.
Thursday 17th October. A hospice nurse visited today after a two week break. I had a few things to discuss and it is good to have someone who is focused on symptom management as well as just wanting to “see how I’m doing”. My main issue is the feeling that my eyes aren’t functioning as they should. Hard to describe exactly but quite tiring and disconcerting. I also wanted to know if my shaky hands are a side effect of any medication. After going back to discuss this with the hospice doctor the nurse rang back to say that it’s could be my thyroid and/or my heart medication out of whack as both of these can cause visual disturbances and tremor. So an at home blood test has been ordered. Such careful, quick action. (At least I hope the blood test will happen soon.) Now that I know there might be a solution I’m very keen to get it! I am once again so very grateful to be under hospice care. Apparently people under hospice care tend to live longer than those in the general system. Not surprisingly!
