Pathway Through Loss: Finding Hope in the Dark Valleys
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Bertha Brannen
Bertha Brannen is a retired Registered Nurse. During her forty-seven year career, she worked in acute care, Administrator in long term care and certified as a Grief Recovery Specialist. Her passion for educating people along the grieving process continues to this day. She volunteers her time meeting with people travelling the journey of loss. Growing up in a small rural French village provided her with an education in a simpler way of life. While appreciating the wonderful life that her grandchildren are living, she wanted to share her story of a different time filled with challenges and joy. This is her second book. Pathway Through Loss was published in 2019.
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Pathway Through Loss - Bertha Brannen
Copyright © 2019 by Bertha Brannen.
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CONTENTS
Alice Ruby
The Grief Journey
Miscarriage and Abortion
Divorce
What to Say and What Not to Say
Suicide
The Death of a Child
Journaling
I Hope You Cry
Children and Grieving
Toward Recovery
An Individual Journey
What if I Forget the Person Who Died?
Guilt
Grief Work
Everyone Grieves Differently
Looking for Answers
Losing a Loved One to Dementia
Dying
Body Changes
My Dad
What I Will Miss When I Die
Attachments
References
If Alice had not been born, lived, and died, this book would never have been written.
ALICE RUBY
Alice Ruby, as she liked to introduce herself, was born the sixth child of a family of nine in the early 1950s in what would be considered an impoverished village by today’s standard. The scarcity of home comforts was cushioned by strong family ties and a good dose of humor. Alice ran with the humor. By age twenty-five, she had graduated from a nursing program in Halifax, returned home, and secured full-time employment at the local hospital. She married her handsome high school sweetheart, who had built their new home, and their happily ever after
life began. The spark in their relationship was sometimes illuminated by Alice’s determination to flirt. A vivid recollection of mine is her husband leaving her standing on the dance floor as she was pretending to have a toothache in order to gain the attention of the good-looking dentist dancing nearby. My memory files hold stories upon stories embraced by peals of laughter brought on by her antics. Her husband was not surprised how when their first child’s head was crowning, Alice, between contractions, said to the young family doctor, At last we meet face-to-face.
She had spunk. She was in love. She was happy. She would tell people that Elvis was her real dad, proven not by DNA but by the obvious fact that she was the only sibling with jet-black hair.
Before her son turned two, Alice was admitted to the local hospital with a diagnosis of pneumonia. I clearly recall the medical internist calling me away from my nursing duties, asking to speak to me in the hospital stairwell. He explained that he was fairly certain that Alice had Goodpasture’s syndrome, a rare autoimmune disease in which one’s antibodies destroy the membranes in both the lungs and kidneys. As a registered nurse having practiced for several years, I had never heard of the disease. Her diagnosis was confirmed two weeks later after she was transferred to the larger city hospital.
Alice spent many weeks in hospital for dialysis treatment, followed by respiratory and renal (kidney) complications. Following bilateral nephrectomy (surgical removal of kidneys), a procedure intended to slow the attack of her antibodies and hopefully prolong her life, she shared with a visiting aunt that she had her kidneys removed as toilet tissue was getting too expensive.
Alice’s journey was a difficult one, and it affected everyone who loved her. Her young husband was by her side whenever he was not at work. In typical fashion, loss was expressed, or not, in as many different ways as there are individual personalities. Some expressed loss right away, while others tended to avoid the issue depending on learned behaviors, societal expectations, or both. Although many family members and friends were open to talking about the challenges that Alice faced, not everyone was prepared to share their own emotional roller coaster.
With a full and happy life ahead at age twenty-six, a terminal illness was the last thing Alice expected. Facing her death was difficult enough. However, she would suffer multiple losses on the journey ahead, but she rarely complained.
Loss of self-esteem often accompanies negative changes in body image. Most of us have fretted over a bad hair day or tried desperately to conceal a cold sore before presenting ourselves to the public. We have all heard apologies from persons we meet, excusing their appearance for reasons not so obvious to us. My deceased spouse, George, was left with a significant limp and limited use of his right arm following his stroke. He would often avoid public places, jokingly saying, Nobody wants to see a cripple.
Alice commented on her appearance as her disease quickly changed, and she became disfigured by puffiness, pale skin, weight gain, and an exaggerated forward curvature of her neck and upper spine. She would stretch up out of her chair, lean closer to the mirror over her hospital bathroom sink, stick her tongue out, and ask the stranger looking back at her, Chi s’que t’est toi? Et eyou s’tu d’vonne?
(Who are you, and where did you come from?) Her courage often broke my heart.
Alice lost all her ability to care for her young son. The home she dreamt about was too often being viewed from her bed. The loss of a dream for herself, for her husband, and for her family became her reality. She spent a lot of time in the local hospital for long hours of dialysis and weeks in the larger city hospital, a four-hour drive from home, away from the familiarity, comfort, and love of family.
Privacy is next to impossible to maintain when under the care of a health-care team. Alice required insertion of a needle in her groin. As common practice in the 1970s, hair removal was routine in the prepping of a sterile site. Alice asked the nurse if he could leave her with a heart-shaped design as it would be a nice surprise for her husband. Her humor always made the staff feel at ease. She trudged on in as positive a manner as I had ever witnessed in my forty-seven years of nursing.
Our mother had died from cancer in 1969. Mom entered the hospital for a hysterectomy in January and died six months later. During her short illness and deteriorating health, we continued to reassure her that she would get better. Alice knew we had ignored our mother’s questions about her illness, as it was a common medical and nursing practice in those years. I have a clear recollection of mom’s surgeon telling me of her devastating diagnosis, adding, We won’t tell your father [or your mother].
When Alice’s illness progressed, she asked me if she was going to die. Before I could answer, she said, Don’t lie to me!
And I did not lie as we had lied to my mom.
Growing up, Alice and I shared a bed and the secrets of childhood. With only fifteen-month difference in age, we had similar interests, plus she was easy to get along with. Our closeness and shared profession set the stage for honesty. It was through her palliative journey that Alice became my teacher. She knew she could not be cured. She needed to talk and to plan, and I needed to listen. By accepting the openness of her conversations, I was privileged to hear her innermost thoughts on leaving this earth and, most important to her, choosing the person who would help her husband in the care of her two-year-old son. A mother must have that opportunity. She chose the person whom she knew would be an excellent caregiver.
The 1970s brought new religions to our predominately Roman Catholic community, and some born-again Christians, as they called themselves, decided they should visit Alice in the hospital and save her soul by converting her to their belief. She told them to get out! These well-intended individuals were also visiting healthy members of the community, eagerly doing house calls. They knocked on my brother’s door. He invited them in, listened to their conversion theory, and asked if they could indeed save the most awful sinners.
Even women of ill repute?
he asked.
Yes, of course we can!
Great! Save me one for Saturday night!
I assume those well-intended visitors did restore the faith of some, but they did not return to visit any of my siblings.
Alice died in the spring of 1977 while the village was occupied with kiack fishing season. On the day prior to her death, she was radiant as she shared a vivid dream where she was walking along the most beautiful path and felt the presence of the Virgin Mary. I will walk again!
she said to me.
It was years later that I came across an old school scribble of Alice’s that I did not recall was in my possession. I read these words that she had written in 1965: "Notre Seigneur a fait les roses, les oiseaux et la belle nature, mais la plus belle chose q’il a fait, c’est Le cœur d’une maman.’’ (Our Savior created the roses, the birds, and the beauty of nature, but the most beautiful thing he created is the heart of a mother.) Her faith was grounded in what she had been taught and believed until her death.
Her son had turned two in February. He told everyone he came in contact with