Thursday, June 28, 2018

Melissa Fay Greene on Her Son's Life and Suicide

Melissa Fay Greene writes about the suicide of her son.

It was so impossible, so unthinkable, that even when we sat in the office of the university president on Friday afternoon and were told by the county sheriff that they’d found a body, we scoffed and said it couldn’t be him. Then the sheriff said the coach had identified the body, and for me, at that moment, the air above the sheriff’s head split open, a rent in the fabric of the world as I’d known it....

It turns out there are a lot of things the general public doesn’t know about suicide. At least I didn’t know them. And learning about three specific aspects has helped me, a little.

The first bit of information arrived a few days after the event, as I staggered in shock through a neighbor’s tangled backyard, sleepless, unable to eat, barely able to swallow. A friend of our middle daughter phoned to say he’d recently learned something about suicide, following the shockingly sudden death of his own close friend. He felt it was important for us to know, in case we didn’t, that there were two types of suicide: the widely known “premeditated” and the lesser-known “impulsive.”

...Suicide-prevention strategies are based on the theory that a person first thinks about suicide, then plans it, then attempts it, and that this “template” can take weeks, months, or years to unfold. Interventions can occur at various points along the timeline, beginning with the identification of an “at-risk individual” whose progression from one stage to the next you try to interrupt. But people who act impulsively blow past the timeline. The Centers for Disease Control recently reported that suicide rates have risen in nearly every state and that “more than half of people who died by suicide did not have a known mental health condition.” Scientists hope that, in time, a set of red flags will be identified for this different sort of at-risk population. But, for now, there aren’t any.

...The second fact I learned about suicide is that about a third of people who kill themselves used alcohol just prior.


And the third, she says, is that just as it it too late to change their minds, many suicides regret their choice. Greene finds that a comfort.

Grief: The Gift That Gives As it Takes -- Sudalakshmee Chiniah

Megan Devine Has a New Model for Grief

Megan Devine is a psychotherapist who learned that what she had studied and advocated in her practice was not helpful when she suddenly lost her own partner. And so she created Refuge in Grief to give those experiencing loss tools -- and permission -- to help them process grief.  Her book is
It's OK That You're Not OK: Meeting Grief and Loss in a Culture That Doesn't Understand.

Grief literature is so loaded with mis-information and well-meaning but utterly wrong ideas about what it means to be in pain.

In a world that tells us that grieving the death of someone you love is an illness needing treatment, I offer a different perspective – one that encourages us to reexamine our relationship with love, loss, heartbreak, and community.

The resources and support you’ll find here won’t try to cheer you up, put you down, or force you to move on with your life.

You won’t find a five-step plan, or learn the secret to never feeling pain again.

What you will get is understanding, compassion, validation, and the skills you need to survive.

Whether your life just went sideways, you’re trying to be supportive for someone else, or you want to learn awesome interpersonal skills inside your everyday life, you’re in the right place.

We’ve got to stop talking about grief as a problem to be solved. When we change our conversations around grief, we make things better for everyone.

Here's a podcast interview:








Sunday, June 24, 2018

How Does Health Insurance Mesh with Hospice Care?

Can an insurance company also run hospice?

Death has always been lucrative enterprise, whether it involves mahogany caskets or teams of estate and tax lawyers. But hospice, the business of caring for those who are nearing death, has become a booming multibillion-dollar industry that is attracting more and more for-profit companies, including one of the nation’s major insurers.

That insurer, Humana, is making an unusual bet beyond the current strategy of health insurers to merge with pharmacies or buy up doctors’ practices. In teaming up with two investment firms, Humana plans to buy two hospice chains that together would create the industry’s biggest operator with hundreds of locations in dozens of states.

Humana, which specializes in offering private Medicare Advantage plans, joined forces with TPG Capital and Welsh, Carson, Anderson & Stowe, two private-equity firms, last December to take over a division of Kindred Healthcare that offers both home health and hospice care. In April, the same group said it planned to buy another large hospice outfit, Curo Health Services, owned by another investment firm, Thomas H. Lee Partners.

In short, Humana, which provides Medicare Advantage plans to about 3 and a half million people for their medical needs, also wants to dominate care for those at the end stages of life, whether it provides aid in a home setting or in a facility.

But a spate of government lawsuits charging negligence and malfeasance against some hospice providers underscores the risks of profiting from the dying: Companies have been accused of signing up people who are not terminally ill, denying visits from a nurse or even refusing a needed trip to the hospital.

When a Health Insurer Also Wants to Be a Hospice Company

Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Changing Demographics of Caregivers -- Younger, More Diverse

In the U.S., the average caregiver for an older relative is a 49-year-old white woman, data from the National Alliance for Caregiving and AARP shows. But, in 2014, one in four of these 40 million caregivers, like Keenan, were between the ages of 18 and 34, according to a May report by AARP Public Policy Institute.

These young adults make up the most diverse generation of family caregivers yet, with more than one in four identifying as Hispanic or Latino, and nearly one in five identifying as black. They’re also more likely to identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender, the report stated. And they’re nearly evenly split along gender lines—while 40 percent of all family caregivers are men, 47 percent of millennial caregivers are women.

Young Adults Are Caring for Aging Loved Ones

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Making a Dementia Patient Laugh

Dani Klein Modisett writes in the AARP Bulletin about hiring a comedian to spend time with her mother, who was struggling with memory loss.

I knew there were senior services that provide companionship — programs with names like Visiting Angels, Senior Helpers and Good Company Senior Care. But I wanted something else for my 84-year-old mother. I wanted someone who could make her laugh. I was a professional comedian for years, but when she looks in my eyes, she just sees a daughter she can’t communicate with anymore. I took to social media. “Looking for a funny person with an interest in geriatrics. Paying gig. Part time,” I posted....A comedian. What a perfect fit for this job. Who better to be in the moment, to draw someone out and, after years of dealing with hecklers, be undaunted by the volatility of a person in the grip of Alzheimer’s, a brain disease with no known cure that affects some 5.7 million Americans?

They paused to catch their breath. “You want some water?” Sue asked my mother, holding the glass toward her. She nodded. Sue held it up to her lips. I turned my head, catching a tear with my finger — not so much from sadness, but from one of those Oprah “Aha!” moments. It suddenly became clear that when rational thought, memory and language are gone, the only thing we have is the present moment. And the greatest gift you can give anyone in this state is to do your best to fill the moment with laughter.

We Can Do Better at the End of Life

Dawniel Kupsch writes about her father's last days in the Saturday Evening Post:

This was never how I imagined it when I allowed my mind to wander the path of what would happen when a loved one was terminal — which, let’s admit, is something most of us shy away from in our musings. After reading about others who had gone through this, I always imagined a serene, peaceful process. I anticipated sitting by a bed and holding hands, meaningful final communication, and a chance to say goodbye amid conscientious nurses there for my loved one’s slightest twinge or need.

I know that was unrealistic, but after all I had heard about hospice care, I truly did expect there to be no pain. I expected my father to be spared embarrassment and shame. I did not expect to be so caught up in the minutiae of managing this process largely on my own, and that the caregivers I was able to access would be so overworked and frazzled, unable to invest themselves here in the moment with us. I never thought we would be just one stop on a long list for the day....Though I’m glad Dad is at peace, I’m also left with a lot of anger. I am angry that Dad was never given the option to arrange his own end in a way he would have preferred. For a fiercely independent and iron-willed man, there was no option to take a pill and go to sleep to end the suffering. I am angry that his final days were so agonizing and ugly after he had led such an amazing, beautiful life. And I am filled with grief that so many in this country are left to watch loved ones suffer and die like this — usually for much longer than four days — with inadequate care from an industry staffed by some of the most compassionate, undercompensated, underappreciated, and overworked folks I know.

As Americans, we pride ourselves on our freedoms. It seems to me that we should also have the basic freedom to decide to pass as peacefully as possible when confronted by the fact that there is no hope for recovery. It’s how we “humanely” free our beloved pets from their pain. How can we deny that freedom from our human loved ones — and from ourselves?

Dead Wrong: Let’s End Late-Life Suffering

Thursday, June 14, 2018

The Fight for the Right to Be Cremated by Water | The New Republic

Emily Atkin writes in The New Republic:

In 2016, cremation became the most common method of body disposal in the U.S., overtaking entombment for the first time. This shift is often attributed to the high cost of traditional burial and the waning importance of religion. But experts also point to society’s changing views about how dead bodies should be disposed of. The spectrum of what’s morally acceptable is broadening, at the same time that the most common disposal methods are coming under scrutiny for their environmental impact. More than four million gallons of toxic embalming fluids and 20 million feet of wood are put in the ground in the U.S. every year, while a single cremation emits as much carbon dioxide as a 1,000-mile car trip. Thus, the rise in America of “green burials,” where bodies are wrapped in biodegradable material and not embalmed.

[Samantha] Sieber is a part of this trend, but she doesn’t want a green burial. When she dies, she told me, she wants her body to be dunked in a high-pressure chamber filled with water and lye. That water will be heated to anywhere from 200 to 300 degrees, and in six to twelve hours her flesh, blood, and muscle will dissolve. When the water is drained, all that will remain in the tank are her bones and dental fillings. If her family desires, they can have her remains crushed into ash, to be displayed or buried or scattered. This process is known colloquially as water cremation and scientifically as alkaline hydrolysis, or aquamation.
It’s the most environmentally friendly method of death care, says Sieber, the vice president of research at Bio-Response Solutions. Founded by her father in 2006, the company manufactures aquamation equipment for funeral homes and crematories throughout North America. “This has no emissions, it’s greener, it’s a clean technology to work with,” Sieber said.

But the funeral industry, facing loss of revenue, is fighting to make water cremation illegal.
Sieber’s family launched a lobbying effort to get aquamation legalized in Indiana. And after more than a year and $40,000 spent, Sieber said they had gathered enough votes for a bill to pass. When their aquamation legalization bill came to the floor of the state House of Representatives, however, it was derailed by a gruesome speech by a lawmaker who also happened to be a casket-maker.

The Fight for the Right to Be Cremated by Water | The New Republic

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Live like Lola: A young girl confronts deadly brain cancer with resolve - Washington Post

"The choice had been Lola’s: to enter a clinical trial testing whether two chemotherapy drugs might be safe for patients with DIPG. Diffuse intrinsic pontine gliomas, striking in childhood at the base of the brain, are especially aggressive, difficult to treat and deadly. Lola opted to take part in the trial at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis with a singular hope. “I’d rather help find something for the other kids that will get DIPG than to not help at all,” she explained. For nearly a year and a half, photojournalist Moriah Ratner followed Lola and the Muñoz family on a journey marked by pain as well as laughter, fear as well as joy, anguish and finally peace. Her camera captured a girl dealing with inevitable loss while trying resolutely to live."


Live like Lola: A young girl confronts deadly brain cancer with resolve - Washington Post

Monday, June 4, 2018

Porochista Khakpour’s Book: Sick

 "In an email to a friend, early in her battle with Lyme, Khakpour wrote, “I am very bad at this.” “This” means being sick, and it’s horrible to think that we’ve created a culture that expects people to do illness well. But we have. In a cemetery for 18th-century British seamen, I once examined epitaphs for the too-soon dead that noted that they met their ends with “resignation.” Now we have to “battle” cancer “bravely.” Is this the expectation now? That we be good at everything—even our pain, even our dying?"


Porochista Khakpour’s Sick, reviewed.