This may be the final entry in this
blog. As most followers know, Diane died Thursday, September 10 at
10:58pm, almost four years from the cancer diagnosis [October 11,
2011] that was to define the last years of her life.
She died peacefully, at home,
surrounded by family and the excellent care of Hospice staff.
Following the end, she was dressed in her best “Diane outfit”,
complete with a head scarf, nails painted and makeup applied. She
was allowed to rest in peace through the night with me sleeping by
here side as before. I slept soundly knowing that Diane was at peace
and would never have to endure a needle “stick” again. She had
fought a good fight and was, after all is said and done, on the road
again.
The final hours were particularly hard
for me as the natural process of dying includes involuntary muscle
movements which resemble “normal” movements and it was impossible
to know what was going on inside the brain because eye and voice
control were shutdown. One particular motion I remember was the
moving of her right hand, with the 1st finger extended,
slowly from her side to her nose and then back to her side. This was
repeated twice, with a few minutes of rest in between, and I can not
help but imagine this as a farewell salute. At one point, Michael,
who, along with family, was in route from home, was summoned by phone
and when the phone set was placed next to Diane's ear and Michael
spoke, there was a noticeable change in Diane's breathing
accompanied by a facial muscle tick, followed by a return to the
relaxed state when Michael's voice stopped.
The exact cause of her death is not
known, but I suspect it was liver failure caused by the advancing
cancer. But it could just as well have been the cumulative effects
of taking one “poison” after another. Even a strong Irish washer
woman's body can only withstand so much. Five weeks before the end,
Diane had taken a “chemo holiday” with the hope that a chemo
break would allow her body a chance at rebuilding. Although the
diagnostic test were showing a positive result from the chemo
treatment, the side effects had continually decreased the quality of
life to a point that further chemo would likely have ended her life
even sooner. So the idea was that a three week break from the chemo
would give her body a chance to regain some strength before starting
a new round. Unfortunately, Diane's body was not able to recover,
and at the three week mark, blood tests indicated liver function was
severely compromised and tumor markers were rising indicating the
cancer was on the advance. The oncologist's opinion was that
additional chemo might slow the cancer attack, but would certainly
further diminish the general quality of the body. The following
week, additional blood tests showed a further decrease in liver
function and increase in cancer growth. Basically, western medicine
had nothing more to offer. By this time, around the 3rd
of September, Diane's body was very weak and one could see that
various parts of the nervous and muscular system were failing. On
Saturday, two days following what was to be the last oncology visit,
with the help of David and Maureen, I took Diane to see a Tibetan
Healer in San Diego. He confirmed that her body was shutting down and
prescribed several herbs to ease the process. The notion of seeking
out other alternative healers or workshops and practices no longer
seemed viable as Diane's strength and ability to focus was nearly
gone.
I believe that Diane's rapid departure,
especially the last week, was the result of her “take charge”
self. As she often said, “there are no shufflers in my family”,
and once she knew the outcome, she willed herself to depart as
quickly as possible. Even the oncologist was struck by the speed.
Once again, all we have is the fact that “everybody is different”,
and Diane was definitely in the “different” group.
I am writing this five weeks after
Diane's death, so time has worked some of its magic. Family and
friends have provided the best support I can imagine, and for that I
am truly grateful. I have spent the last two weeks with Gretchen and
family in Bellingham, will join David and Maureen aboard their boat
“Coyote” for the coming weekend, fly to Cabo San Lucas Mex to
hang with Nathan for a few days, return for the “Celebration of
Life” event later this month, enjoy Halloween with Michael and
family in Manila, and honor Diane with a family celebration of
Thanksgiving at Leucadia Lawns under the Palapa of Knowledge, and
move on from there as I think Diane would wish. While it is
certainly true that “no one gets out alive”, those of us left
behind must comfort each other and keep the ship moving forward.
Still, after 30 years of jointly captaining our ship, her physical
absence will always be noted. I know for fact that her spirit will
always be with me and us.
Diane has always reviewed these blog
entries prior to posting, and so it will be this time, in spirit. Gretchen will do the hard work of chasing my errors.
Tom