By Michael Kimmel
I hadn’t planned on writing a column like this. However, I hadn’t planned on my sister dying a slow, drawn-out death either.
A year ago, I was told that my little sister was not going to live long. In some ways, this wasn’t a surprise: she’d been on hospice care for a while before that and we — her family — were told that her 40-year struggle with multiple sclerosis (MS) was almost over.
When you’ve watched someone you love change from a vibrant, healthy college student to a 60-year-old woman who no longer can feed, walk or go to the bathroom by herself, the idea of death can seem like a relief; at last she’ll be out of her poor, old, suffering body.
Sounds good, right? Well, maybe not so good, but at least relief feels somewhat logical.
And then they don’t die. For weeks. Then months. And now, a year later, I got a message that is awfully damned close to the message I got last year. She’s going downhill and we don’t know how much longer she has to live.
It’s even more confusing for me because of my three siblings. This is the sibling I’ve always loved the most, been the closest to and felt the most in common with. And, she’s dying…
Or is she? She’s not doing it “right,” is she? Of course, this is crazy thinking and crazy-making. After all, what is the “right” way to die? Quickly and glamorously? Die young and leave everyone in shock at how beautiful you are? Or is it to go downhill slowly, ever so slowly, like most of us probably will.
But what happens when someone breaks the rules and does it “wrong?” Has a chronic disease for 40 years, appears to be ready to die, family members fly in to say goodbye, permission to “let go” is given (cue corny — but depressingly accurate — movie scene) and then the person doesn’t die after all. In fact, they seem to improve. Should we be happy? Sad? Confused?
My sister told me, a year ago, that she was ready to die. Should I grieve for her that she’s still alive now? Or should I be happy she didn’t die as she wished?
I went to my therapist today with incredibly mixed emotions (yes, therapists have therapists. How do you think we’re able to be so grounded and present for you during your sessions?) I had all kinds of emotions floating around, predominantly guilt. Yes, yours truly felt major guilt that my sister hadn’t yet died. I felt selfish and self-centered. After all, who of us can play God (or god with a small “g”) and profess to know how long any of us should live and just when, and under what circumstances, we should die?
I knew that last year she wanted to die. A family member summed it up quite nicely.
“It’s so confusing. I don’t know what to feel. Last year she was going to die and she wanted to die and we gave her our ‘permission’ to die and she said ‘OK’ and then she didn’t die.”
And, now, a year later, we are once again asked to prepare for her death.
What would you do? How would you handle it? Is there a “right” way to die? If so, how can you recognize it?
I talked to a few close friends about this and was surprised that almost every one of them had experienced something similar with someone they loved. Obviously, there is no “right” or “wrong” way to die, there’s just the way it unfolds for each of us. As the Zen Buddhists say: There’s what is and there’s what you wish it was. Accepting death — however it happens — brings peace; wishing it were different creates much suffering.
After working with terminally ill children and their families at San Diego Hospice, I thought I had “seen it all” as far as death goes (so much for my humility).
I was wrong.
My sister’s impending death is hitting me hard. It’s sad and painful and confusing to watch someone you love as they slowly slip away from your life.
But, I’m learning … so much.
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— Michael Kimmel is a licensed psychotherapist who specializes in helping LGBT clients achieve their goals and deal with anxiety, depression, grief, sexually addictive behavior, coming out, relationship challenges and homophobia. Contact him at 619-955-3311 or visit lifebeyondtherapy.com.