Caretaking and Bereavement

Dad and me in much younger years.

My father passed away 3 months ago. Because I live over 1700 miles away from where my parents live, I was not involved in the day to day care of my father once he became ill. My Mom, sister and youngest brother were the day to day care takers and they did an amazing job under a stressful situation.
I always knew my father would die young due to his heavy cigarette smoking, excessive alcohol intake in his younger years and dietary choices but he managed to almost make it to the age of 73. He had been in the hospital several times over the last few years with serious cases of pneumonia. I was pretty sure that he would die from complications of emphysema.
However, in May my father became jaundiced and a stent was put in his bile duct. The doctors were not sure what was going on, possibly pancreatic cancer. Because of his weak lungs, they could not do exploratory surgery without risking his life. My father decide to “go home and live the rest of his life”.

After a fall.

Due to abdominal pain, he was unable to eat very much. Hospice came and helped set up for his needs at my parent’s home. He began to sleep more and got weaker, but he was still moving around by himself four days before his death. He had a couple of falls trying to get to the bathroom and he was kept in bed after that. I was lucky enough to be there, arriving about 16 hours before he passed. I helped care for him, gave him some gentle massages and the last words he said to me was “I love you”. In the early morning hours his breathing became shallow and stopped, then I heard his last heartbeats with my sister’s stethoscope.
For someone who is a physician, with a very large extended family, I haven’t been exposed to death all that often. I have been so lucky. My Dad is the first person so close to me that has died. I know as I get older that this experience will become more and more frequent.
Anyone that has known me the last 15 years or so also knows my cat Stretch. (His picture is part of the header of the blog.)  He is a very personable kitty and is the first pet I’ve had that got under my skin and feels like a being with a person. Stretch is at least 18 years old and perhaps older. This last year or so he has been getting thinner and his hip pain seems increased. He acts just a bit senile and just isn’t the same being as when he was younger. I really miss the younger him but try to enjoy him now too, despite the decreased camaraderie and extra work taking care of him entails these days. My husband and I are already grieving our loss of him, even though he isn’t gone yet. 

Stretch thinks he's a person!

I would never confuse my cat with my Dad, but I feel like there are some similarities in these situations. Being able to care for someone you love as they experience decline in their health and then their eventual passing is quite tiring and frustrating. But there is also something good there. I’ve looked all over the Internet to try to help explain what I feel about this, but can’t find it. I guess even though taking care of someone that is nearing death is often tiring and frustrating, being able to care for them and hopefully make the experience less traumatic for them is such a caring, human thing that it can bring spiritual growth.

 "I love you this much!" or "I once caught a fish this big!

It is 3 months since my Dad passed away and I’m still going through some of the stages of grief. I miss my Dad. I miss the thought of him going fishing, discussing biblical theories, even chain-smoking the damn cigarettes. If you have the chance to take care of someone close to you nearing the end of life, don’t be afraid. Do it! One should always listen to the person, help them feel comfortable and keep their dignity. Help them maintain independence in their daily life as long as possible. You’ll be sad at the end, but glad you did it.

Breakfast Spaghetti!

Bacon, eggs, maple syrup and spaghetti!

I love pasta, but don’t eat it as much as I want due to Mr. Inappropriate’s gluten sensitivity. But he can have spelt noodles and he loves bacon and eggs, and can't shut up about bacon on maple bars, so I came up with this recipe.

12 ounces turkey bacon ("real" bacon is also good)
3 quarts boiling water
spaghetti or pasta (enough for 4, I used spelt but I bet angel hair would be awesome!)
4 eggs
¼ cup half and half or cream
½ large onion, diced
1 tablespoon butter or olive oil
1 teaspoon crushed garlic or 2-3 cloves minced
¼ cup butter, melted
½ cup maple syrup
salt and pepper to taste
¼ - ½ cup cheese, Parmesan is best, but I used cheddar this time
  

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Put aluminum foil on a cookie sheet, then cut turkey bacon into 1 inch pieces. Spread over the cookie sheet and bake for 10-15 minutes until crisp. Remove and let cool.

Put 3 quarts of water on to boil, then dice the onion.

Brown onion in 1 tablespoon of butter or olive oil in a large skillet or dutch oven over medium heat for 3-4 minutes. Add the garlic and brown for an additional 2 minutes. Remove browned onion and garlic from pan. 
Crack the eggs into a bowl and add ¼ cup of cream, salt, and pepper. Whip air into the egg mixture and set aside.

Your water should be boiling by now, so cook the pasta according to package directions.
Melt the ¼ cup of butter in the pan you used to brown the onions and garlic. Mix in maple syrup and increase heat to medium.

Once the pasta is cooked and drained, dump it into the melted butter and maple syrup large skillet and mix. Pour the egg mixture over the pasta. Do not stir. Turn off the heat.

Add the onion/garlic mixture and the bacon to the top of the pasta. Look for the egg mixture to set up a bit, like scrambled eggs. Then you can stir it all together. You can let it sit, covered for the flavors to meld or just dish it up right away. Then sprinkle on as much cheese as you dare. It serves 4-6 people.  I think this makes a great Sunday night meal or possibly brunch.

 

As a naturopath, I recommend adding a green vegetable to this meal, but don’t if that will spoil it for you.