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Dust to Dust

This week I had planned to write about a folklore remedy – a tea fungus.

But then my Grandpa died, and it didn’t feel right. His funeral is on Friday.

Grandpa Black, Mum’s dad, was 91.

He ‘had a good innings,’ by anyone’s standards. He could have lost his life many times over in his early twenties, as a pilot fighting in World War II.

But he survived. Thousands of other young Australians weren’t so lucky.

‘They used to just say, ‘he went off,’ when someone died,’ Granny said a few weeks ago.

One morning Grandpa’s co-pilot Kevin was told that his brother ‘went off last night,’ right before he had to report for duty.

It would be days before he was given the opportunity to grieve.

There are no words for these kind of deaths, where a bright young future is snatched and a family is left forever changed, with a wound that can never heal.

This kind of sudden loss is something I have experienced personally, and in writing about cancer, something that enters my thoughts constantly.

Every other week I hear stories that stop me in my tracks; a beautiful twenty five year old girl who succumbed to brain cancer; a mother forced to say goodbye to a toddler, when treatment didn’t work; and sons and daughters now looking ahead at endless Christmases without their Mum or Dad.

I cry for them, at the injustice of it all, at the unimaginable pain.

They are the tears I associate with grief – the frustrated, angry, despairing sobs – that leave you exhausted and unable to eat.

But then here, with Grandpa, was something else.

He had a ‘good innings,’ he died surrounded by loving family at the grand old age of 91, was I allowed to cry?

I couldn’t stop myself.

I cried for Mum who has lost her Dad; I cried for my Granny who has lost the love of her life; I cried for the memory of my Grandpa, before his sharp mind was crippled by dementia, when he used to bounce me on his knee and wink at me with those kind eyes.

It felt good to cry. According to Andreas Moritz, Ayurvedic practitioner and author of Cancer is Not a Disease – It’s a Survival Mechanism the chemical make-up of tears is influenced by our emotional state. ‘The tears of joy have pleasure hormones in them, while the tears of pain contain stress hormones,’ says Moritz. In other words, it’s good to let it all out, rather than hold it in.

Of course we know that a positive mindset, joy and laughter can help us heal –  studies show that cancer patients who laugh live longer – but the other part is important to: being able to grieve, talk about death and to express our fears rather than pretend they don’t exist.

For leading integrative oncologist Dr. Ursula Jacob, this is an important part of healing.

‘It’s a part we cannot deny,’ she said when I interviewed her a few months ago.

When I spoke with Dr. Jacob I had prepared questions about hyperthermia and other cutting edge treatments, but she dived right into this gritty topic. Dr Jacob explained she had a man working at her clinic, who helped comfort patients afraid of dying.

‘I have realised, during the time I’m been working with oncological patients, sometimes this is as important as therapies for a patient. To feel secure that he does not have to die in an awful way. That there is someone who is with him.’

‘So that might almost be healing in a way?’ I asked Dr Jacob.

‘Exactly’ she said.

On Friday I was listening to ABC radio national (I feel lucky to be back in Oz at the moment) and the topic was euthanasia.

One lady who called in, a woman faced with apparently incurable cancer, said that if she had at her disposal, a pill to end her life without pain it would give her strength to live, because it would take away her fear of death.

It’s certainly true that identifying our fears, and releasing ourselves from their grip, can be an important part of healing.

In The Creation of Health Caroline Myss observes that while a myriad of factors combine to make us unique, what makes us ill is ‘identical.’ According to Myss:

‘A strong dose of negativity or fear will contaminate any human being regardless of nationality, social background, education, wealth or talent. Poison is poison, no matter who imbibes.’

Dr. Bernie Siegel, world-famous cancer surgeon, inspirational speaker and best selling author runs workshops where he urges patients to face their fears.

When I spoke with Dr. Siegel, earlier this year, he had this to say:

‘I show them [patients] in a sense that there are others who have been there. That’s why a room full of what I call ‘natives’ [people who have had cancer] is good. There are people sitting in the room who have gotten through what this person is afraid of.The other thing is to get them to really look at what it is they’re afraid of, to really define it.

‘Like if you said ‘I’m afraid of dying’ I don’t know what that means. What is the afraid part? But if I said ‘tell me what you mean by that?’ Then as they break it up into things you can show there are ways of taking care of it and ways of getting help and then they’re not so afraid anymore.’

‘When you get it out you feel better – whether it’s into a journal or whatever, you’re not carrying it within you,’ said Siegel.

Sometimes Dr. Siegel, or Bernie as he likes to be called, invites an old person in, to talk about their lives:

‘I asked this 90-year-old to join our support group, because she had been through a lot of troubles, because she had been through everything in her lifetime. And when everyone was talking about what they were afraid of I asked her ‘what are you afraid of?’ and after several minutes she said ‘I know what it is, it’s driving on the parkway at night’ and that’s when everyone in the room starts laughing and stops being afraid. Because she had lived through every damn thing everyone else is so afraid of.’

Grandpa lived through a lot – he experienced great love and great sorrow, hard-work, homemade cakes, gardening… and so much more that I’ll never know. Friday will be a celebration of his life and when I throw my fist full of dirt in his grave it will be with the knowledge that we all follow him there eventually.

Back to mother earth; returning to the ground that gave, and gives, us life.

Since writing this blog, I have discovered that Andreas Moritz has since passed over to the other side. It was a huge shock and is a great loss to the world. RIP Andreas.

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13 Responses to Dust to Dust

  1. Helen says:

    So sorry to hear about your Grandpa, thoughts are with you and your Mum and family , it’s a tough time no matter what age our parents are ,they leave such a void in our life .xx

  2. Liza Kilrane says:

    Hi Jemma / Laura

    My deepest sympathy to you and your family on your loss. I know how you are feeling at the moment as I have lost my husband, father, and best friend (Paul Kilrane) in September of this year to Colon Cancer. I get through the day knowing that he is finally at Peace, but his legacy still lives on in your blogs, and messages that he left through people that touched his life, i.e. your mum and yourself and everyone at Churchill clinic and I know he will always be with myself and our two small beautiful children.
    Regards
    Liza Kilrane

    • Laura says:

      Hi Liza,

      It’s Gemma here. I was devastated to hear of Paul’s passing. I had the highest respect for Paul, I thought he was a legend and still do. I was always struck when I was at Churchill how when Paul walked into the room, the room was immediately brighter and it seemed that EVERYONE had a question for him about their healing path, including me. Paul never failed to take the time to answer everyone’s questions. I think of you and your lovely twins often and hope one day we might be able to catch up for coffee. Love and prayers, Gemma x

      • Liza Kilrane says:

        Hi Gemma
        Thank you for your kind words. Yes I would love to chat up for a coffee and a chat. Pauls legacy will always live on.
        Liza xxxx

  3. sue park says:

    Very beautiful sentiments and wisdom Laura, thankyou for sharing with us all. Lots of love and wishes to you and your family.

  4. Steph says:

    What a life he had. Even though he did ‘have a good innings’ he will be sadly missed. Such a brave, funny, kind, smart and loving gentleman. The world is a better place for having had Fred in it. I really hope he is reunited with his beautiful son. I miss them both. Thanks for writing about grandpa Laura.

  5. diana busuioc says:

    It is my birthday today and it is the first birthday in a few years when I can say I am completely happy. My husband is cancer free ,and I am free to be happy. This article brought back tough memories,but I went on reading it,because it poured all the truth , the pain ,but also a sweet feeling of knowing that we are all one,that we can support and help one another and that no matter what happens,we all go there,but one day,we will reunite with our loved ones. I love my 87 year old grandma and sometimes I believe she is immortal…nothing ever prepares us,but we have each other. Thank you.

  6. suzanne willing says:

    you restore my soul and faith with your writings Laura, thank you for allowing us all to be a part of your work and life.

  7. Dee Lynch says:

    Beautifully written Laura
    Thank you

  8. Such a beautiful way to honour your Grandfather and in doing so, our collective immortality.
    With tanks for your beautiful and powerful words and love to you and your family.
    Jx

  9. corinne says:

    i’m so sorry to you and your family and i hope you have a lovely celebration today. thanks for your frank and honest share with the world. we do appreciate all you do! would be lovely to meet you if you’re staying till christmas. hugs

  10. Laura says:

    Thank you Diana, Dee, Jessica and Corinne for your messages! I fly back to London today so unfortunately won’t make it down south this time Corinne, but I will be back in March, would love to meet you then. I hope you had a beautiful birthday two weeks ago Diana and I’m thrilled to hear about your husband. love and light, Laura

  11. When I finished all the treatments for my initial, Stage 2 breast cancer in 2004 and my oncologist (a different person than my current oncologist) told me that I was cured and the cancer was gone, I went right back to my stressed lifestyle and expectations about the future. I deeply wish I didn’t have this stage 4 cancer but I am so grateful now as I am replacing expectations with hope. I greet each day with love and joy. I thank God for the relationships I have and the ones I am developing. I delight in my garden and the sun and the clouds (still working on delighting in the rain). I give thanks for Joe, my blessing of a husband. These are all present joys and have a HOPE of future joys in them as well.

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