This past week has very much been ALL about patient and public engagement; where we have been, where we are and Are We There Yet? First up was listening to Carolyn Canfield's Top Ten Insights in Citizen Engagement (a Canadian perspective) during the McMaster Health Forum webinar. For those of you who don't know Carolyn, she is a pioneer in citizen engagement and patient safety, taking her tragic experience of losing her husband 8 days after surgery and redirecting that experience into deep impact around quality and safety of care in Canadian health care.
Second, was watching Julia Ableson's presentation on Patient and Pubic Engagement; Are We There Yet? Dr. Ableson is the lead for the Public and Patient Engagement Research - Practice Collaborative also through McMaster.
Third, was sitting in a board room with a fellow patient partner and one of our PhD researcher colleagues discussing supporting and building capacity in patient partners and researchers around patient orientated research.
Now I am not terribly familiar with Dr. Ableson's work, however, a few things she shared resonated. And when I went to my meeting one thing popped up in regards to patient engagement and the IAP2 (International Association of Public Participation) spectrum of engagement that has been adopted by many in the world of patient orientated research and patient engagement.
Julia actually used an older version of patient and public engagement and I didn't get a chance to ask her to share why. However, it became a focal point of my discussion later that day with my colleagues.
One of the comments my PhD researcher had was that we should focus on Involve, Collaborate or Discuss, Engage. His reasoning was that there is no way we will EVER get PhD researchers to 'give up control' in order for us to reach Level 5, or Empowerment in the work of patient engagement. It took me a few minutes to wrap my head around that and then I remembered Dr. Ableson's image of the public involvement continuum. And I began to reflect on my own lived experience as a caregiver navigating the health care system for two decades. My experience, despite the gut wrenching loss of my daughter in the end, has been, for the most part, a good experience with little conflict or confrontation with the plethora of health care providers we encountered.
Sensing my colleagues resolve that empowerment is a 'nice to' but 'never will be' made me feel a bit deflated. But then I shared Dr. Ableson's version of public involvement and said, look at the image used of that far right level. All the balls are the same size. I challenged the notion of power and that IF power is the hurdle to empowerment then we need to redefine what empowerment means in the IAP2 model.
What I think we need to start doing and articulating is that empowerment isn't about one stakeholder having MORE power over another; ie, patient over researcher, perhaps researcher over patient. Empowerment, in its truest sense, is ALL stakeholders having equity at the table, no one group has more power. And that true empowerment in patient and public engagement is about how all of us engage and interact together for the greater good; be it research, bettering health outcomes, designing health systems, or even at the basic level...alleviating pain and symptoms of a patient or loved one.
Had I not had a true partnership with my daughter, Sophia's, health care practitioners and community support workers, I am not sure her journey would have been as 'good' as it was. And ultimately, she may have died experiencing a lot more pain and discomfort than she did.
My challenge to both patient partners and those in health care (researchers, health care leaders, patient engagement specialists) is that Level 5 or Empowerment IS possible...if we all come to the table with equity. And what we come to the table with, is less about power and more about forging partnerships.
Interestingly enough, Carolyn Canfield's presentation was symbiotic to Julia Ableson's despite both these presenters looking at patient and public engagement from two very different lens. Which kind of makes the point...
As I embark on this new iteration of my life, professionally and personally, I am committed to working towards that Level 5 of Empowerment in order to impact change. I desire to build partnerships and am keen to learn and share. I am grateful that my PhD research colleague, despite our different lens, also became excited at this redefinition of Empowerment in the work we are just beginning. And I imagine we are going to do wonderful things together...that will have lasting, meaningful impact.
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Last week I had the opportunity to attend BC Patient Safety and Quality Council’s Quality Forum in Vancouver as a patient partner. This was my first year attending and considering the forum was sold out in a mere three weeks, I was grateful.
The Quality Forum is an annual conference, in its 7th year, featuring deep-dive sessions, presentations, and interactive workshops on a variety of topics related to improving quality across the continuum of care.
In partnership with the Academic Health Sciences Network, I was invited to participate on one of the Pre-Forum panels discussing Learning Health Systems and the Critical Role of Engaging Patients with fellow patient partner, Chad Dickie and Ryan Sidorchuk, an engagement leader for BCPSQC. Stirling Bryan, Scientific Director for BC SUPPORT Unit, moderated.
I was incredibly nervous participating in such an environment; being surrounded by influential health care leaders, academics upon academics, and clinical practitioners who share the front line journey alongside patients and their families. The event had over 900 attendees with patient partners making up approximately 2.5% of that.
This year’s tagline was Activate, Integrate, Celebrate.
It has taken me a solid week to really be able to think through and discern what themes, if any, I took away from the three day event. I can say with certainty that patient centered care was an influential theme throughout the event as was better health outcomes. Speaker Sir Chris Ham’s most positive take away from Quality Forum 2019 was patient inclusion…how great!
That led me to think about my own experience in the health care system with my daughter, Sophia, and like a lot of caregivers and patients alike, we hope sharing our lived experience will impact health care delivery in positive ways. And as one prolific patient partner, Paul Caune, has coined…Hope is NOT a plan. However, I believe hope can evolve into purpose which can and does spur change.
If we are to focus on patient partners in order to effect better health outcomes I think there are three distinct aspects of that; patient engagement, patient experience and patient equity.
These terms mean different things to different people in different roles. However, for the sake of this blog, I am using the definition of patient engagement as set out by Fraser Health’s Awesome Handbook:
‘The term “patient engagement” is used in this handbook to describe patients participating in systems level planning. It is not used in the sense of patients being engaged in making decisions around their own individual care. “Patient” refers to a person who is currently a patient, has been a patient in the past, or is a potential future patient of health services, while “engagement” includes Ableson, et al.’s three criteria: 1) information about the issue is provided to the participants, 2) participants have the opportunity to discuss the issue amongst themselves and potentially with the decision maker, and 3) there is an explicit process for collecting the input from the participants.’
To reiterate, patient engagement is NOT ‘used in the sense of patients being engaged in making decisions around their own individual care.’ A common misunderstanding. Let me add I am also including patient families’ and informal caregivers in this conversation.
Patient experience is the sum of ALL interactions that influence a patients perception across the continuum of care. So in my experience with Sophia this could entail appointments and procedures at our local Children’s Hospital. It could be our experience with Nursing Support Services, the Ministry’s At Home Program or even our interactions with our local pharmacists.
Now here is where it may get prickly; patient equity. Not to be confused with health equity which amounts to offering all individuals the same chance to be healthy (that’s a whole other conversation!).
If you were to search patient equity what comes up is patient capital. Patient capital is a term used in financial investment circles where an investor is willing to make a financial investment in a business with no expectation of turning a quick profit. Instead, the investor is willing to forgo an immediate return in anticipation of more substantial returns down the road.
I am suggesting that the third leg in the better health outcome stool is this piece around patient equity or capital. Where we blend social and financial returns. What was evident at the Quality Forum is that there is a genuine desire to shift our health care system and delivery models to impact outcomes for ALL stakeholders. In putting a twist on traditional patient capital it is characterized by:
Speaker Rhona Flin discusses this ‘hurry up syndrome’ at a surgical level and how collective mindfulness and knowing when to slow down is as important if not more important than knowing when to speed up in practice.
After experiencing the rich content of Quality Forum 2019 and mixing that with my own lived experience as a patient partner, I am suggesting we need patient engagement, patient experience and patient equity in order to effect better health outcomes. Recognizing that patient equity or patient capital really is just my own minds way of trying to explain this piece around blending social and financial outcomes in the current system we have. How many times has a patient or family caregiver heard 'we don't have the resources for that' or 'you only have X amount of hours in nursing support', or 'X amount is covered, this amount is not'. It HAS to be a part of the conversation.
In giving the final word to my daughter, Sophia, who died two years ago at the age of 16 to a complex disease process, “Take it Outside” (when referring to medical conversations in her room at the hospice), I think conferences like Quality Forum 2019 get us outside of our current thinking and open up our minds to alternative ways of ‘doing’. I am hopeful, I am full of purpose...that we can effect change together.
B-HOPE: Better Health Outcomes through Patient Engagement, Patient Experience and Patient Equity
Ever since my daughter, Sophia, passed away I have struggled with…what next? I have spent 16 years as her primary care giver while juggling a variety of professional careers. I now feel at a loss of how and where I go from here.
This past year I did begin to explore where my lived experience as a caregiver may complement the world of healthcare. I became a patient partner for a variety of organizations; some federal, some provincial and some local. I have the privilege of contributing to global standards in patient engagement, of working across health authorities to lead patient priorities and to teach patient oriented programs within medical organizations. The vast majority of these opportunities are volunteer.
When I began volunteering decades ago, it was mostly sitting on Family Advisory Councils, Boards or showing up at an event to share our story , or help ‘day of’. The total hours per month were maybe 3-4 max.
Over the last few years, patient partners are being asked to contribute in ways that are far more complex requiring more time and acumen. And this needs to continue. I think we all agree that collaborating and co-creating in health care allows for better health outcomes. Insert your own research links here…
Some organizations do have robust patient appreciation models and honorariums, and I am always reimbursed for my own incurred expenses. Yet, I mostly volunteer because I am passionate about contributing to meaningful change in our health care systems.
So this leads me to patients and families as knowledge brokers. Anyone who has been or is a patient or family caregiver knows we spend an inordinate amount of time in dialogue with health care professionals, medical practitioners and community support workers in order to express our values and priorities along the way to get the best care possible. If you are someone with a rare or complex disease, quite often you are the best if not only person who can explain your disease and its impact.
Knowledge Translation or KT, is a broad term for activities involved in moving research into the hands of the people and organizations who can put it to practical use. Knowledge Mobilization (KMb) refers to moving that knowledge into active use. KMb is all about making connections and is a proactive process that involves efforts to build relationships between producers and users.
A Knowledge Broker is an intermediary and short of echoing Wikipedia’s definition, a knowledge broker’s key feature is to facilitate knowledge exchange or sharing between various stakeholders.
Speaking from my own lived experience, I became a knowledge broker in the health and well-being of my daughter. At any given time, we were being seen and followed by no less than half a dozen if not more medical departments (neurology, endocrine, gastro-intestinal, orthopedics, renal, et al.). The list can go on and on. Toss in community support like nursing support services, physio therapy, infant development, speech therapy just to add fodder to the mix. I had to become an expert knowledge broker to ensure my daughter received the best care, at the best time and in the best way.
As much as I struggle with the last few months and weeks of Sophia’s life, I do feel Sophia received the best care, at the best time and in the best way. The relationships and connections we had developed over the years saved Sophia from suffering as much as we could.
Patients and family caregivers ARE knowledge brokers. It’s neither fit nor fad. We have had to learn on the fly with little information or tools along the way. Evolve us into patient partners and that brokerage becomes wider supporting researchers and leaders in health care in developing and disseminating valuable research to have more effective health outcomes.
And now here is my challenge…it has come to my attention that I may be over qualified as a volunteer, yet, I am seemingly under educated to do this work professionally (no Masters in Health Sciences). While some may argue that tacit knowledge is difficult to transfer, I would argue that as a patient / family caregiver, it is quite the opposite and that partnering it with explicit knowledge is a powerful combination that can and does serve any organization willing to open their doors to the opportunity.
I have a unique skill set that combines this lived experience, tacit knowledge, along with explicit knowledge that I have gained both in my professional health care career and through the various patient partner roles I have undertaken the past few years.
Short of tossing my resume up on here…I am looking for an organization that may be open to creating an employment opportunity for this enthusiastic, articulate, proactive patient partner who has the capacity to contribute a strong skill set to advance health outcomes and health systems and to improve patient experiences.
You can find me @beverleypomeroy (twitter and IG) or email email@example.com
Hello and welcome to the Living Grief Podcast. Here we will discuss live, love, loss and how best to navigate this new world of living grief. Each episode will have a discussion with expert guests on grief, bereavement, living life, loss, and love.
Thank you for listening to this inaugural episode.
No one tells you that there is a bottom to grief. But coming up to two years of losing Sophia, I feel like I’ve hit bottom…rock solid hard cold bottom.
I sit here most days in tears. On the days I don’t, it’s because I AM in tears. On the rare occasion I can pull myself out of the dark it’s usually because someone else has dragged me out or I feel purpose in the work that I am doing that day. Living in the moment means living in the minute. The minutiae has become the strings that are holding me up, barely.
When you research grief a lot of antiquated thoughts and theories are still touted as best practice and many professionals still follow those principles. But dig deep enough and you can find some sweet spots in the literature and profession.
In my search for solace, I found an article in the American Psychological Associate, A New Approach to Complicated Grief written by Karen Kersting. Its dated, 2004, but much of it resonates as it speaks to new understanding of the biopsychological of the death of a loved one. A few things stood out for me. For one, in the past, the mental health community used to label bereft individuals like myself as having a ‘disorder’. Basically, if you didn’t grief in the ‘normal’ way you were labeled as ‘disordered’.
With enlightened understanding and meaning around ‘complicated grief’ there are new recommendations in the way severe grief is diagnosed and being treated. I recently watched the Netflix series The Kominsky Method. Alan Arkin’s character loses his wife and ends up ‘seeing’ and talking to her on a regular basis as he navigates his new world. In Kersting’s article she shares Robert Neimeyer, PhD from the University of Memphis, research that the widely held assumption that grieving requires "letting go" is being questioned...
Instead of gaining closure or trying to say goodbye, the goal of grief counselling should be to foster a constructive continuing bond with a deceased person, he says. This can be accomplished through remembering the good times, setting up an internal dialogue with a lost loved one, continuing to think of that person on a regular basis and imagining the person's reactions to current life events and problems, he says.
Knowing that I have the factors for complicated grief, such as changed relationships with family and friends, feelings of meaninglessness and ruptured beliefs that have spurred health-threatening grief I figure I may just start talking to Sophia on a regular basis. What do you think?
Grief is hard, so very very hard. I don’t have the answers and I am not sure anyone else does or will. But knowing it’s not about letting go is important. I need to talk to Sophia, to remember moments of joy and I am hoping that will help me lift up from bottom.
If you want to help; I need work that gives me purpose. No, really I do! I need a job!
I need to be gently coerced out of my cocoon.
And I need to be supported in fostering a continuing bond with my beautiful, very much, missed daughter, Sophia.
So if you run into me, just give me a hug, a purposeful job or a memory of Sophia that brings you joy. And, hopefully, I can slowly come up from the bottom...
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We have to feel them…
It was a ridiculous time in the morning, 1:25am, and I was sitting wide awake unable to sleep. All night I had had a weird feeling in my stomach but was unable to recognize exactly what it was.
I was in the ‘city’ for work and not being able to sleep in my hotel room, I got swept away watching One Mississippi on Prime Video (thanks to Amazon and Tig Notaro). I started watching the show about a month ago and the depth of vulnerability each character is able to evoke through the camera is extraordinary. I was hooked. However, on this night, there was a particular scene that clearly struck a chord with me…
In a pivotal scene, Sheryl Lee Ralph’s character, Felicia, says “You cannot pretend these things have not happened. We have to feel them FULLY in order to feel anything else…”
It was in that moment that I realized this particular night was the very first night I had spent alone, physically alone, since my daughter, Sophia, passed away exactly 18 months ago. Ever since the night of January 1st, 2017, I have not been alone in my own space, away from the sanctuary of my home, from the people I love, not even once.
And I feel…
Conveniently, I have been trying so hard not feel these past eighteen months. Countless times, I have been told ‘oh, you’re overreacting’, or ‘it’s time to move on’, or ‘you’re too emotional’. Toss in society’s innate inability to have difficult conversations or be comfortable in someone’s grief and you’ve got the perfect recipe for thinking you can’t or shouldn’t feel. Most days I find I am dismissed, invisible, abandoned even, by the people in my life I thought would show up.
I have been medicated, have gone to therapy. I even tried smoking pot to ‘feel’ less; grasping for a moment of euphoric ignorance to drown my sorrow. While medication may necessary and therapy incredibly helpful…
“You cannot pretend these things have not happened. We have to feel them FULLY in order to feel anything else…”
I picked up my phone and began to scroll through videos I have of Sophia and I sat there that night, alone, and I gave myself permission to feel; raw, emotional, deep longing for my daughter.
I realize that part of coping is feeling; and in order for me to be present in my life today, I cannot pretend Sophia didn’t die. In order for me to feel deep love, laughter or seek joy, I also need to feel my grief and sorrow FULLY in order to feel anything else.
And if you’re uncomfortable with that then fuck off. Some of you already have. But for those of you who have been steadfast, tender, true…I am grateful.
I long to feel ‘ok’ and maybe I won’t ever get there. But I certainly won’t stop feeling FULLY in order to appease the masses , and I certainly WILL feel fully to live my grief among the safety and sanctuary of not only those around me, but with those who aren’t.
GRIEF GRIEF GRIEF GRIEF GRIEF GRIEF GRIEF...
That word beats into my brain day in day out; it pounds on my heart and has ripped out any normalcy that may have existed in my life. I can taut the origin or definition of the word 'grief' but what interests me more is that it is considered a noun; referring to a person, place, thing or idea.
This past year grief has been a person, has been a place, has been a thing and prior to January 1st, 2017 was an idea I dreaded to experience but knew was inevitable. Leading up to the first anniversary of Sophia's passing, the anticipation nearly killed me. My chest hurt; piercing, stabbing, searing pain right through to my back...I was sure my heart was really going to break and I would drift off into the same unknown ether as Sophia.
I found myself longing to be back in the room she passed; and honoured her passing sitting in a comfy chair at Canuck Place Children's Hospice. Walking back into that space seeing the same nurse who was on that day, Roxy, the cook in the kitchen, the same counsellor tending to my needs, it was deja vu. The only thing missing was Sophia...and while we lit a candle in the window at 8:45am, the ache of missing her skin, her smell, her laughter, bore into my throat and I sobbed missing my daughter.
This past year has been a life lesson, for sure. People showed up when I least expected it and those I expected, just didn't show, still don't show. I allowed myself to be bullied, allowed others to dictate how this year was going to unfold, and found myself catering to everyone else's needs...only to be told I am selfish, manipulative, oh and my favourite...'get over it, move on' from people who never had the same relationship I had with Sophia. From people who over the course of Sophia's life, didn't show up or really understand the enormity of what caring for her entailed.
On the contrary, I also experienced the extraordinary compassion and love of people. The group of women who showed up are selfless, remain unintimidated by my sorrow, and have allowed their own vulnerability to marry my own creating a community of strength, resilience, support, laughter and a lot of wine...
My best friends became my family when we needed each other most.
And I found love...true, honest, deep, love from someone who has not left my side despite my pushing, despite my crazy, our crazy My heart beats deeper because of who they are and the unconditional love and adoration that has become the foundation of our relationship; decades in the making.
So this year of grief has passed. Another one to follow, by another, and another, and another. This is the journey of a bereft parent. Grief doesn't end and gratefully our understanding of grief is changing. The concept of living grief begins well before our loved one passes and the experience becomes a part of our life for ever more.
The day of Sophia's celebration of life Harris Barn become covered in bald eagles; dozens and dozens of eagles. When an eagle appears you are on notice to be courageous and stretch your limits. Sophia was the epitome of courage and stretching her limits. She believed she could be capable of anything.
This next year I can only hope that living grief continues to shape my life and those in it. Sophia was one of a kind and loved deeply. She found joy amid suffering, laughter at every crazy thing, she loved living and like the eagle, who soars higher than any other bird, Sophia soared higher than anyone I have ever known.
I would be doing her an injustice if I let the grief and loss wash away my own life, or the life of those who have endured one of the hardest years I have ever experienced. I know it is going to continue being a challenge. I know that people will come and go, disappoint and surprise. But the depth of love that Sophia shared endures...in those who love her and in those Loved Sophia.
Consider this an invitation to come join me on the journey...
The one year anniversary of my daughter's death is fast approaching. Stepping into this holiday season the memories of those last few weeks with Sophia barrel into every waking moment. Grief comes in waves but the memories of last year have hit me like a sack of rocks...I feel battered at best. And the word 'grief' does not hold enough volume to explain this experience enough.
Quite often I'm found staring out in front of me; my eyes darting in hysteria as my mind and heart remember those last weeks. The images flash through my mind and I become drowned in the sorrow of suffering from losing a child, remembering her suffering all to well, battling something we could never win.
Throughout Sophia's life, I would be asked 'had I known Sophia was going to be so sick and be born with a rare disorder would I have kept her', meaning would I have aborted my pregnancy. Before this time last year, I would have said a resounding YES. Of course I would have still had her, what were they thinking?
January 1st, will be a year since she passed and I am not so sure anymore. Not just to alleviate her suffering but, perhaps, to selfishly, avoid my own. I have been listening to Sam Harris's podcast, Waking Up and he recently had David Benatar, a professor of philosophy, on to discuss his advocacy of antinatalism based on David's book Better Never To Have Been: The Harm of Coming into Existence. Most of us, as an existing person, understand good things are good...and bad things are bad. David argues that the bad is worse than the 'good is good'. But if that person never existed, the necessary absence of the good wouldn't be bad because there would be no one there to be deprived; thus his antinatalist position.
During the podcast, I began to consider that Sophia's non existence would have alleviated her suffering. I then shifted and thought, then my non existence would have alleviated her suffering, too...as would my mother's non existence, her mother's non existence, etc, etc. Like Benatar, I was beginning to believe that existing is harmful. My existence was harmful to Sophia...I birthed her, she suffered. My mother's existence was harmful to Sophia because she birthed me, Sophia suffered. Benatar's philosophy is not lost on me at all. I get it...there is undoubtably harm coming into existence. We will all suffer...to some degree, at some point in our existence, or we will bore suffering on those around us.
However logical that may be, I find his chain of reasoning counterintuitive on at least one significant point that, as Harris argues, imperils Benatar's antinatalist thesis. Benatar posits that bads are not bad because there's no one to suffer them, yet never-to-be-experienced good he doesn't count as a loss because no one's there to not experience them.
How do I weigh the existence of Sophia's suffering against the good she experienced? How do I weigh all the joy she brought me with the suffering that I am experiencing now, after her death? How do we measure the depth of love that we have for someone and is that, like many believe, in direct relation to the degree of grief we endure once they are gone? Our consciousness as humans has evolved so much that did you know we are thought to be the only species aware that we are destined to die?
So is that a good enough reason to not exist? Knowing Sophia was going to die, should I have not allowed her to exist at all?
As the anniversary of Sophia's death ebbs closer and closer...my heart aches. The longing, at times, is unbearable. The last three weeks of Sophia's life were filled with her screams, her desire to 'go home', the gut wrenching decisions to keep her comfortable, wiping away the tears drawing down her cheeks as she, herself, struggled with her body shutting down, with the human consciousness aware that we are destined to die; Sophia was destined to die.
I am destined to die...and I am suffering before that day inevitably comes because I exist. I am suffering because Sophia existed.
Last year, I would have said it was worth it...having Sophia, being her mother for 16 years was worth the suffering. But coming up to this one year anniversary, I am leaning the other way. I don't think anything or anyone could convince me that the suffering Sophia endured those last few weeks is worth existing for. Maybe this makes me incredibly pessimistic, or maybe this is how the depth of my grief translates. I don't know...
Happy Anniversary Sophia...I will be where you took your last breathe; sitting, being, crying in the space you once occupied...and still occupy in so many ways.
I love you to the moon and back...
When I started out on this journey, just over 17 years ago, I understood that at some point it would come to an end the moment Sophia took her last breathe. I was focused on ‘living’ grief through every moment I had Sophia next to me. With each loss, the grief dug deeper and deeper, and my fear had me crawling on my hands and knees to the edge not wanting to look over; down into what I thought was a crevice I’d never be able to pull myself out of.
Sixteen and a half years with Sophia did NOT prepare me for living after she was gone, is gone. Living grief has taken on a whole new meaning, a whole new version of profound loss that no matter how long we have our children here for, can never prepare you for when they pass away.
I thought that like B.C and A.D, there would be a ‘before’ and ‘after’ for living grief. I was wrong. Living grief, with all its ups and downs, is perpetual. There is no before or after Sophia. Sophia ‘is’…and my life with her ‘is’.
Living grief is no different. It ‘is’. The profound journey of ongoing loss doesn’t end. It shifts, but it doesn’t and hasn’t ended.
Each day that passes without Sophia is its own milestone. I got through the first month, the celebration of her life, the first Easter, Mother’s Day, and my first birthday without her home made card or her arms hugging me tight. Then came her birthday…it ‘would have’ becoming a new term in my vocabulary.
Most days I don’t recognize my life. I’m in a new home, I’ve a new job, my world is smaller but so much bigger. The boys are off on their own, beginning their own wondrous life.
And then there are the days I feel I can’t possibly go on…my body literally hurts from the pain of losing one of the most extraordinary little humans I have ever had the privilege of loving. There are some people who just don’t understand the enormity of what it is to lose your child. They are ignorant, naïve and lack the sense of compassion that embodies what bereft parents like me need, regardless of how much time has passed.
Amid it all denial still remains the sweet spot. I see her every day, I feel her around me with each beating of my heart; a song, a sound…and she is right here next to me.
Living grief…the profound journey of ongoing loss continues…
A great statement regarding palliative care for children from the International Palliative Care Community following the death of Charlie Gard resonates so deeply personal to me, as a newly bereft parent. I struggled throughout Sophia's life in making decisions with her regarding quality of life. More often than not, we were met with push back from clinical teams in the hospital setting, community practitioners and even some friends and family who felt exhausting all and any option for remedy was the best approach / best practice.
Sophia led the charge early on, in wanting a choice in decisions effecting her body. Canuck Place Children's Hospice and our community paediatrician supported Sophia and myself in making well informed and thought through decisions regarding any procedures, medications, treatments.
The last three weeks of Sophia's life were so very difficult. Her body was failing her but her spirit and desire to live was epic. Sophia was upset and sad that her body was failing, tears streamed down her cheeks regularly. Yet, every time the doctors, nurses or I asked her if she wanted to be more awake or did she want us to intervene, she clearly said no. Her pain and discomfort were extreme and her body was relentlessly shutting down.
The last twelve hours of Sophia's life were the most comfortable. She slipped quietly away...
"Palliative care is life affirming and not about giving up, but about ensuring that the child can have the best quality of life within the realities of their condition."
This is true for Sophia's entire journey and most importantly, during those last few weeks. Palliative care is LIFE AFFIRMING...and should be afforded to every child with a life limiting or life threatening condition.
Loved Sophia ❤️❤️
Beverley Pomeroy is an awarded and highly sought after Community Engagement Strategist, Speaker, Author of Living Grief; The Profound Journey of Ongoing Loss. Beverley’s community service began with a fifteen year career in private health care working for MDS Inc (LifeLabs). This community health care role developed her acumen not only for serving people in need, but also her strength in business management and organizational renewal.