Dying well
Faith matters May 02, 2006
Dying well
There was nothing
particularly unusual or newsworthy about my father-in-law's death at
age 84. Even so, it was unsettling, given that until his diagnosis
of stage four cancer on March 1, he had been living alone in his
home and was seemingly healthy—and that despite his doctor's
prognosis of having several months to live, he died after only three
more weeks.
This brief time offered some wonderful gifts. First and not least
was an opportunity for final visits with children, grandchildren and
great-grandchildren. He never lost his sense of humor, and he
conveyed a sense of peace and contentment that was striking to all
of us.
On the day that my wife and I left for what turned out to be our
final visit with Bill, I received a gift in the mail: a copy of
Mrs. Hunter's Happy Death: Lessons on Living from
People Preparing to Die, by John Fanestil. It proved to be not
only a poignant reflection that fit our mood as we were driving, but
also an instructive witness to the Christian tradition's wisdom
about good, graceful and even "happy" practices of dying.
Fanestil draws on the stories of "happy deaths" that were popular in
religious magazines in both the United States and England during the
18th and 19th centuries. He writes: "Happy dying was a ritualized
way of dying practiced widely for generations—and in fact for
centuries across the history of the Christian church. Rooted in the
paradoxically good news of Christ's death on the cross, this ritual
encouraged those who practiced it to seek an experience of God's
grace—what today we would call a 'spiritual high'—enabling them to
transcend the pain and suffering and grief that come with death."
In the second section of the book, Fanestil draws out ten lessons on
living from people preparing to die. These lessons are shaped by
practices such as prayer, making the Bible's story your own, bearing
testimony, taking up the cross, "drinking from the celestial stream"
and remembering the saints. By cultivating these practices while we
are living, we cultivate habits that will enable us to die well.
Mrs. Hunter and her happy death became a valued companion during my
father-in-law's dying days. They were not easy times. The process of
saying goodbye was difficult, and we were acutely aware of
unresolved pain and estrangement that persisted in the broader
family even unto death. Even so, our final afternoon with Bill was
marked by practices such as prayer and testimony—especially as we
remembered saints who had gone before us. And Bill, faithful Baptist
that he was, reflected with anticipation about his readiness to be
with God and to be reunited with loved ones who had gone before him.
We were able to share such wonderful family time because of another
gift we received—the gift of hospice care. Physicians, nurses,
social workers and chaplains formed a wonderful team that supported
and cared for Bill in beautiful ways. His room was well equipped to
allow family members to gather, and we never felt as if we were
intruders. The caretakers made Bill comfortable while carefully
avoiding the hypermedical intervention that often makes the dying
process awful rather than graceful.
We had already been appreciating and supporting hospice from a
distance, and had advocated for hospice in a variety of contexts.
But it is one thing to understand the significance of hospice
intellectually and to advocate for it, and quite another thing to
experience its ministries personally. The hospice setting was
indispensable to our ability to receive the gift of storytelling
among the family, and to pay attention to the practices of a "happy
death."
Fanestil notes that with the advent of hospice care, "the work of
dying is being wrested from medical professionals, and being
returned to its rightful place in the institutions of family and
home and religious community. This is for the good. Dying is not at
its root a medical process. It is a process with profound and
obvious physical dimensions, but that is only a part of it. Like
other natural processes—birth, giving birth, love, making love—dying
is a natural process infused with profound emotional and spiritual
dimensions."
In recent days, I have reflected on the importance of creating,
cultivating and renewing institutions that enable faithful practices
such as dying well. A half-century ago, hospice was largely
nonexistent in the United States. Indeed, we seemed to be heading
toward an inevitable medicalization of death and dying.
Thanks to the efforts of pioneering leaders who cared about the deep
connections between how people die and how they live, countless
dying patients and their families are being cared for in settings
that both embody and enable faithful practices of care.
As we give thanks for Bill's living and his dying, we give thanks
for the gift of time and family that ease our sense of loss. We also
remember the gifts that others offer at a much greater distance—the
gifts of Christian practices passed on from generation to
generation, of books that tell poignant and inspiring stories, of
people who dedicate their lives to caring for the dying, and of
institutions that embody the wisdom of dying well. They are gifts we
have known in varying degrees over the years, yet never have we
appreciated them as we did, unexpectedly, during a few intense weeks
in March.
L. Gregory Jones is dean of Duke University Divinity School in Durham, North Carolina.
See also
Hospice Care by Kate Reeves, our Parish Nurse
Your order of Mrs. Hunter's Happy Death by John Fanestil from this link will benefit St. Margaret's Church.
Pastoral Care Ministries at St. Margaret's Episcopal Church seeks to be present to those in need, being the heart, and eyes, ears, voice and hands of Jesus in this community (among our parishioners, and among our neighbors). For more information about this resource or additional resources, please contact "Father Dan" at 760-346-2697 Ext 105 or drondeau@stmargarets.org