Katrina Remembered: “Yes, my love, this is how it goes”

Part 1: The call comes from ‘Bougainvillea’ [2] (i.e. Katrina) asking me to come help her die. Katrina and I have been friends for over 20 years. Note: In the late 1990′s Katrina took the nickname ‘Bouganvillea’ from a tropical plant I had carted to Colorado from Florida. I couldn’t seem to kill the bouganvillea, although I left it outside to freeze, the dogs dug it up, the cats peed in it…she laughed and laughed when I told her about the escapades of this plant and said she was like my bougainvillea -- she could be devastated countless times, but couldn’t be killed…

And Katrina called me ‘Beffus’ a pet name that my niece had called me when she was a baby, around the time that Katrina and I met.

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From my journal: Left Hotchkiss, Colorado June 9, 2003 at 2:30pm, arrived in Fallbrook, California at 2:30pm exactly 24 hours later. Her husband Kim and Katrina are staying at Kim’s parents’ home. Katrina’s pale feet as I come around the corner to peek into her room strike me she really is dying. Her beautiful face is more sculptured than I’d seen it in years, as she’d carried a lot of weight along with her heavy suffering. We are so glad to see each other, but I already see the gaze of someone who is living more and more of their time on the other side of the veil.

Kim is ‘a natural’ caregiver, the kind that makes hospice teams sigh with relief. He anticipates, accommodates, keeps his sense of humor through the entire journey. Right after I get there, he and I go to the store and he puts his head down on the steering wheel and cries.

He tells me of his concern about Katrina’s searing self-judgement related to her condition: “She says it’s because she has never been able to really forgive {the brutal abuse she suffered as a child see Part 1 [2]}, that she’s gotten cancer,” he said. ” But, it’s like the live oaks, which I’ve grown up around and love a lot. Some of them live hundreds of years, some ten years. Some get huge cancerous growths on them. Some die young and underdeveloped. We’re made out of the same stuff as the trees. They don’t get cancers or other diseases because of unforgiveness. Why is she judging her amazing life that way?”

We talk about the narrowness of view of the mystery that Louise Hay and others have put out into the world. Life and death are so much bigger than what we can imagine why would we put that kind of judgement on ourselves? It is a rhetorical question, one that needs no answer. We get the supplies from the drugstore and head home.

Katrina is working hard at dying. She is getting the pragmatic stuff done, giving away her few precious things. She gives me her much-loved drum, which I now use at fire circles. She and I laugh and reminisce her laugh is sometimes brittle from pain, sometimes bitter from regret. I remind her about my grandmother’s near death experience. [4] She had met and loved my grandmother, and so she is able to absorb the wisdom in Grandma’s experience. We talk also about her beloved grandmother Ruthie and how we both know that she is helping Katrina make this transition.

I make some port wine and lemonade ice cubes for her and we have a ‘party’. She goes to sleep finally and I go to another room to rest. She coughs a lot. I listen, knowing Kim will come and get me if I can do anything. Katrina is confused and sometimes knows it.

June 11: Hospice intake nurse Elizabeth comes in the morning. She gives the confidence that we can handle anything we need to handle. Katrina doesn’t want a hospital bed, but she does want the pain to go away. Hospice starts her on some new meds, but they don’t arrive until late in the evening. Kim and Katrina’s dog, Bear, is having a hard time, sleeping by Katrina’s bed all day and all night.

I have moved into a different space…a more timeless one. I find myself waiting…for what I’m not sure. I sleep and dream, but can’t remember the content of the dreams. I am also in the dying process, walking beside Katrina, that much I know.

Kim tells me that he’s known for months that something was wrong. He got online and studied her symptoms. He’s very sensitive but not at all sentimental. Such an excellent caregiver.

I’m reading Sylvia Plath’s journals when I take a break from being with Katrina. Think I’ll stop too much darkness and heaviness.

I take the garbage around back of the house and look in the bedroom window where Katrina is resting, sallow, sunken, struggling. In the glass I see my own reflection.

June 12: And then along comes Simon, sweet Simon, son of a long time friend of Katrina’s. A true free spirit, little fairy boy. So loving, he’s just 26 years old. He and I find ways to make all of this a little lighter; his laugh and love give Katrina some respite. We make fresh picked blackberry/blood orange sorbet (the blood orange trees are everywhere here on the hillside). We add a little port to this concoction and freeze it. Katrina gratefully sucks on the cubes. This is so bitter-sweet. I sleep well.

June 13: Katrina is weaker today. When we’re not looking, she crawls across the bed undeterred by blankets that bunch up around her, on the way to the bathroom. Yikes! All the hospice related equipment came today not a minute too soon. The young man who comes to set it up, Scot, is going to play with his buddies at Lake Havasu this weekend. His father, grandfather, uncle all died at age 56 on the golf course or just after. At 30, he’s given up golf he tells me.

These southern California hillsides are exquisite foraging. There’s all kinds of citrus, plums, ravenous jade and rosemary plants. Avocados are not yet ripe, pomegranates are still in bloom. Amazing agaves, fir trees. Air is not dry, nor is it humid. I would know even if I hadn’t been there before ,that I’m close to the ocean.

12:30 pm Kim is napping with Katrina. Katrina is also in the arms of Morpheus. I watch them and pray, “Sweet Morpheus please take her gently when you and she are ready. Your arms are strong your spine supple. She’s suffered enough.”

June 14: I am in such an altered state. Where do the days and nights go? I’m excruciatingly alive and dying at the same time. I’m on hospice-time. This is rich work; oh my, why am I a hospice administrator rather than a caregiver? What’s up with that decision?

Images from that day that stay with me:

• Katrina sucking on my Pacifico beer like it’s the communion cup.
• I am cleaning up her bed and find the opiate patch she’s taken off!
• I helplessly watch her trying to suck vital fluids through a lime green straw. She’s so thirsty.

In the middle of the night, Katrina sits up in bed, won’t lie down. Her hair is a bird’s nest. Her breath the most foul thing I’ve smelled in a long time. Her fuchsia night gown is all bunched up around her.

She is telling Kim and me that she’s over-medicated, feels out of control, wants to be more conscious. So, sitting on her bed, rubbing her back, we start at the basics:

“Katrina, you don’t have to take the medications/have the patch on unless you want them.”

“Beffus, I hurt so much.”

“I know, honey. That’s why you have the choice for the medication.”

Waiting.

“Beffus, is this how it goes?”

“Yes, darling.”

Silence and labored breathing.

“Is the pain in my belly only going to get worse?”

“Yes.”

“Is the pain related to what’s going on in there?” (points to her stomach)

I whisper, through my tears, “Probably, my lovely one.”

Minutes go by.

“Ok, I’ll take the morphine. And the valium.”

That is how it goes.

June 15: She’s restless and is in four beds throughout the day, trying to find a place to rest. I take Simon to a bus stop in Oceanside and drop him off. It’s good to lay eyes on the ocean. I breathe out a minute and head back.

The damn cat ‘Pansy” decides I’m his new love. Won’t give up until I let him sleep on my bed. I start to have an allergic reaction, which I normally do to cats in my sleeping environment. I tell myself that that is ridiculous and it’s not going to happen. Breathing deeply, I go off to sleep without benedryl. The power of our minds is a little scary.

Sunday, June 16: This day is about Katrina’s choices.

• Who do you want to brush your hair?
• No bathing? Ok…
• Which bed do you want to be in, of the four in this house?
• How much pain do you want to be able to bear so that you can communicate? We, with your hospice nurse, can walk that fine line
• You don’t have to be nice. It’s your death, honey…be whatever the hell you need to be

This is my last day, I have to leave tomorrow (Monday) by noon.

I write this for her:

Sweet Bougainvillea

How sweet to see you accept

Morpheus with your arms open wide

No struggle

No decisions to be made.

 

The hard work of dying you seem

to make into a walk at least near the park, if not in it.

 

Your graciousness and beauty abide.

Sweet one,

There’s a pink ring around the moon just for you.

Swim deep swim far

Kiss us goodbye and go.

Pax, my love.

Well, in a few hours, it’s not that easy. Those moments of peace are intersperced with crushing pain and feelings of helplessness.

Katrina tries to take control of the situation, angry. Then a whimpering child the next moment.

I pray on some level: You go girl. You’ve got two willing caregivers. Ready, at your beck and call to move heaven and earth. Don’t go quietly into that dark night.

Kim whispers to her, “Katrina, we’ve lived the life uncommon.” She smiles, squeezes his hand. They are complete.

He mourns for the future, she the past.

I stand to the side in awe of the mystery of their love, amongst the clutter and chaos of their lives. Finally she goes back to sleep for awhile.

I spend some time reflecting on the connection between Katrina’s life and the life of my own mother, [5] abused for many years by her father and who died at 58 of ovarian cancer.

I am committed to being here, now. I pray:

“Jesus, you who lives closer than my own skin

Embody me

My salvation lies in being here now of the earth.

Can’t escape.

Love love love.

No fear.” Amen

I am deeply peaceful and sweetly agitated.

More images from this day:

• K and K napping holding hands,
• Katrina who breath and body smell like death, is flirting with Kim! Always the earthy one, she tells him that he hasn’t yet pulled out all the stops and put whipped cream or chocolate syrup on himself in his ongoing attempts to get her to eat something…we all laugh.
• Kim is so present. So unaware of the gift that he is tender and anticipating her needs.
• Katrina giving me blessings to last for the rest of my life on earth; private loving things.
• Katrina crying dry heaves of regret for missed opportunities for being loving. She says she has wasted a lot of time on distracting herself and trying not to be in pain throughout her entire life. Her wisdom doubles me over with grief. How am I wasting my time? How am I missing opportunities for loving?

Katrina has a dream Sunday night that she’s walking through endless white rooms. She’s taken to a room with many little drawers. There are healing herbs and other things she can’t describe in the drawers. There’s a system of knowledge that she can’t quite understand, but she gets it that her next ‘job’ is to understand and work with this system. She’s only partially incoherent as she tells us this dream, but we get it too.

Later that night she wakes up from some dream and mumbles, “What if we have the right medicine for the wrong war?”

Indeed.

I leave on Monday, June 16. Leaving is very difficult. I don’t process much on the ride home I just drive the truck. The desert landscapes are my prayers.

I’m in contact with Kim throughout the week. Katrina dies on June 19, 11:45pm, 15 minutes before solstice. It is a peaceful passage. No family is with her except Kim. And the good hospice folks.

I call Kim on the first anniversary of Katrina’s death and he tells me that he’s just gotten remarried. I give him, for what it’s worth, my unbounded blessings. I’ve since lost track of him, but send him love and light in his new chapter, especially as I write this.

Would I have been called/able to leave hospice work and my home and life in Colorado to move to Oregon without this experience? I’ll never know. The death of my mother when I was 23 was the starting place of working to understand how to live with dying.

Katrina’s death when I was 48 somehow completed that phase of the journey, including 20 years of working for hospices. In finding Oregon, I’ve found home. [6] I’m also very sure that Katrina had something to do with helping me find ‘home’ and with me working with the KIDS Center [7]a child abuse intervention and advocacy center, because I wouldn’t have dreamed that up.

The gifts that Katrina gave me in her tortured life and in her conscious death are immeasurable. I pass them on. Paying it forward, so to speak.

Dear Katrina

My life goes on.

But not without you. You are in the drum you gave me. I beat it often.

You’re in the earrings you made me. I wear them often.

You’re in the heart that beats through the work I now do with abused children.

I love you, miss you so much.

I hope that whatever medicine you’re studying, whatever songs you’re singing, you are at peace. And I know that you are healing me and many others. I pray that you will help heal the hearts of all children everywhere.

See you soon

Beffus aka Beth

An editing update in 2018.  Beth and I were to almost arrive back in the Front Range of Colorado at the same time in the summer of 2016.  She was completing her chaplaincy program in hospice.  She'd gone on to administer another large, progressive health care organization in the Pacific Northwest, more for adult medical as I recall.  

I was in Denver to care give O'Rio Grande for his now former owner, who was traveling from there that summer and returned having become aware of an illness that needed attention.  I was asked to step to the plate to care for their home in Grand Junction, and O'Rio.  By a year later, almost exactly, the decisions were being made that lead to O'Rio becoming my dog.  He was almost 13, and 'on borrowed time' in many regards.  

I knew that I had work to do on end of life issues and doing them well and suspect he is a teacher to me about that.  As I realize my cat, who I had from 2009 to 2013, was.  Being euthanized in Montrose due to what I'd later think was explained with "feline dysautonomia", and going to Pagosa Springs to heal after getting her ashes on another trip up the valley to Montrose seemed to have ushered me into a groove perhaps similar to what Beth had been in when she wrote this lovely piece.  

Beth and I did meet in person on one of her vacation trips back to the Western Slope of Colorado.  We had Arnold Palmers on a patio of Dulce Vita, it 2011, I believe.  She's fabulous.  She's funny. She'd used the bathroom on her way in, and then couldn't get out of the stall due to the latch malfunctioning, so she'd crawled under.  And then come and met me.  It was at Dulce Vita, which would struggle through 2012 and into 2013 and close.  I'm deeply saddened seeing the patio since, as it's just not been the same as it was.  

Businesses close.  Sometimes you know in advance.  Other times you are surprised to learn of it and haven't had a chance to 'say goodbye'.  Pets help us to have practice with living life and being present, as well as a faster birth to death process than in most human lives.  I'd like to believe it is in part so there are diverse skills on the other side to help us on this one.  I guess we'll each wait and see.

In the mean time, I was reviewing this thread because a week ago today, at work, one of my old and close friends died of a massive heart attack.  Suddenly, unexpectedly, same as my mother's death at 62, when I was 26 and taking my friend's Introduction to Psychology (PY 101) class.  He'd prodded me to put something else on my very full plate at that time, and I wasn't getting a particularly good grade which surprised him.  

He suggested I get extra credit by running his experimental psychology students for him, and immediately called me at home after I'd learned the ropes from him after work one day, and taken the test the students in the study would take.  The research was to do with the effects of cameras in the court room, and I had scored extremely well on recall of the events related in the videotaped mock trial court case.

He verbalized "something's really messed up about your learning".  I knew I had problems, I knew I'd slipped through cracks.  And soon my health would collapse and I would seek the help of a specialized optometrist for the first time.  The start of many thousands of dollars of effective treatments The System does not recognize to pay out of insurance benefits.   

I'd then want to take speed reading, once my visual system was improved.  And that Master's of Education learning specialist would pick up on more, and test me well, helping me to understand what I needed to do in order to get the best grades I could.  As that was necessary to get one of the few slots for the highly desired occupational therapy program at Colorado State University in the timeframe I was there for completing the OT degree, the early and mid 1990s.  

And my OT experiences combined with my personal health experiences lead to the creation of Lumigrate in 2007-9.  And here we are, almost a decade ago.  With credit going where it's due, Alan Punches, who died a PhD but I knew him when he was working on a Master's degree in philosophy, arguing with me about abortion in a way I couldn't win, and becoming my friend through my husband's working with him working Friday evenings making pizzas at a place near campus.  

I'd like to get an update from Beth sometime, to share here.  She's settled and is working for a hospice in the Pagosa Springs area.  Foremost, I'd not have gotten back in touch with Alan and known much at all about him since he took the accolates and standing ovation at the end of the the spring semester in 1987. It was really remarkable performace for a basic class' teacher.  I'd not have ever connected with Beth Patterson. We are so enriched from this single biggest tool to help me with Lumigrate's content and readership.  Credit where credit is due! 

I hope to come up with something to write about Alan that will bring something to his wounded loved ones at this time.  I suspect I'll be similar to Beth and the husband, above.  That ultimately is why we didn't much keep up after class -- he went on to his first teaching job as a visiting professor and his first and maybe only major romantic love of his life.  

I realize that what I mourn at this time is knowing that on this side of the veil, in this very hard life (or so it feels sometimes) I won't ever get to have a beer with him, either in person or remotely over the phone.  

As I created the Introduction to The Story So Far of O'Rio and my similarities of symptoms and underlying and root cause, I'd hoped that this summer in that luscious time before school started for administrators and teachers, I'd be able to connect with Alan and let him know how far I've come, so far, which tracks back to his encouragement to return to my studies and my career goal in early 1987. And of course, his extra thought and characteristically humorous but direct opinion about having found something very awry with my abilities for learning and taking tests.    

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Tue, 03/22/2011 - 12:14pm

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Mardy Ross

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Thank you, it's helped me today ... and poem (by Marie Annette.)

Amazing as always, Beth .. Thanks as always.... Love your way of writing/showing, as always ~~ Mardy 

January 2014, I'm tucking this in here from a wonderful writer and artist that I had the pleasure of getting to know via Facebook connection in 2013. Introducing to Lumigrate (and maybe the Internet in general) with this lovely poem from Marie Annette Fusellier's cache of gifts to share with others:

 

SPIRAL DANCE

Made of them;

We fell from them.
The stars

We are.

‘Tis to the stars we return.
Bit by bit.
'Til no more we are.

Star dust to star dust
Ashes to ashes
we all turn 'round.

‘Round Like planets circling the sun
‘Round Like bees circling the flower.

‘Round Like my love circling your heart.

'Round
And 'Round

And ‘Round

And then Up
And then ‘round back down

 

To start all over again

This most exhilarating

This most exhausting
this most mysterious

 

This

This Spiral Dance.

So, Dance this.
Sing this.
Cry this.
Hold tight this.

 

To This…

This breath
this life.
This death.

~~ Marie Annette Fuselier

Marie Annette was folded in half by a train, left her New Orleans home in the face of Hurricane Katrina, and now lives in bear country she calls WBF. At the moment, Marie Annette is resurrecting her teaching and outreach / sharing with others, starting with this topic at Lumingrate, and graciously thanks Mardy for her confidence in her writing, even with a post-status TBI that she calls her "broken brain".

Annette - it is simply my honor to have this website to offer for this purpose; thank you for initially sharing with me and then agreeing to extend this 'wonder' to Lumigrate's YOUsers. I wish we'd been able to keep things up enough to get some images of your art before losing touch.  Seems to be a common theme, almost as certain as death. ~~ Mardy  

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Mardy Ross

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Elephants in S. Africa Who Knew Somehow of Activist's Passing

 Humanity's Team's Page [16] at Facebook is where I found this gem, and I encourage you to go to the link to see all they have (^that link^): The Elephants Knew

Some will say there is no God,
try and tell that to the elephants.....

THE ELEPHANTS' JOURNEY TO PAY RESPECT,
BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW?

Lawrence Anthony is a legend in South Africa and author of three books including the bestseller, The Elephant Whisperer. He bravely rescued wildlife and rehabilitated elephants all over the globe from human atrocities, including the courageous rescue of Baghdad Zoo animals during the US invasion in 2003.

On March 7, 2012 Lawrence Anthony died. He is remembered and missed by his wife, two sons, two grandsons, and numerous elephants. Two days after his passing, the wild elephants showed up at his home led by two large matriarchs. Separate wild herds arrived in droves to say goodbye to their beloved 'man-friend'. A total of 31 elephants had patiently walked over 12 miles to get to his South African House.

Witnessing this spectacle, humans were obviously in awe, not only because of the supreme intelligence and precise timing that these elephants sensed about Lawrence's passing, but also because of the profound memory and emotion the beloved animals evoked in such an organized way:

 

Walking slowly for days, making their way in a solemn one-by-one queue from their habitat to his house. Lawrence 's wife, Francoise, was especially touched, knowing that the elephants had not been to his house prior to that day for well over three years! But yet they knew where they were going. The elephants obviously wanted to pay their deep respects, honoring their friend who'd saved their lives - so much respect that they stayed for two days and two nights without eating anything.

 

Then one morning, they left, making their long journey back home.

SOMETHING IN THE UNIVERSE IS GREATER
AND DEEPER THAN HUMAN INTELLIGENCE.

IN GOD WE TRUST

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Live and Learn. Learn and Live Better! is my motto. I'm Mardy Ross, and I founded Lumigrate in 2008 after a career as an occupational therapist with a background in health education and environmental research program administration. Today I function as the desk clerk for short questions people have, as well as 'concierge' services offered for those who want a thorough exploration of their health history and direction to resources likely to progress their health according to their goals. Contact Us comes to me, so please do if you have questions or comments. Lumigrate is "Lighting the Path to Health and Well-Being" for increasing numbers of people. Follow us on social networking sites such as: Twitter: http://twitter.com/lumigrate [11] and Facebook. (There is my personal page and several Lumigrate pages. For those interested in "groovy" local education and networking for those uniquely talented LumiGRATE experts located in my own back yard, "LumiGRATE Groove of the Grand Valley" is a Facebook page to join. (Many who have joined are beyond our area but like to see the Groovy information! We not only have FUN, we are learning about other providers we can be referring patients to and 'wearing a groove' to each other's doors -- or websites/home offices!) By covering some of the things we do, including case examples, it reinforces the concepts at Lumigrate.com as well as making YOU feel that you're part of a community. Which you ARE at Lumigrate!

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