Your Stories of Palliative Care - Patricia Paddey

11 June 2018
The EFC is inviting Canadians to share Your Stories of Palliative Care, as we launch the Palliative Care Toolkit, a resource to encourage discussion and help equip Canadians in dealing with serious illness. Contact us to submit your palliative care story. We would be honoured to hear it and share it.

By Patricia Paddey

Whenever I hear the phrase “death with dignity” – and I’ve been hearing it a lot lately as our country has debated euthanasia and assisted suicide – I think of my father’s dying.

Photos supplied by Patricia Paddey,
showing her with her father.

Dad had no medical interventions designed to hasten his death. And while the palliative drugs minimized his physical suffering, I know he did suffer. In a different way, so did all those who loved him as we witnessed his life ebb.

It’s the worst kind of ache and exhaustion to provide around-the-clock care for someone you love, knowing they’re slipping away. There’s nothing you can do about it, except to offer ice chips when their mouth gets dry, cool cloths when their forehead gets clammy, and just enough morphine at just the right intervals to keep them comfortable.

But it’s also an immense privilege. And in helping to give that kind of care to my father, I witnessed the dignity that permeated the final days of his life.

It was 18 years ago – on February 29, 2000 – that my father breathed his last. He was 70, old enough to have lived a full life, but not so old that he’d lived all he wanted, or all that we wanted him to live. I felt a little bit cheated when he died.

I also felt gratitude. Dad had a good death, if death can ever be described that way – in his home, in a hospital bed in the living room, my mother at his side. She was holding his hand.

Photo supplied by Patricia Paddey,
showing her with her father.

After almost five torturous months in hospital, battling to regain his health and strength following surgery for colon cancer, my dad learned his bones were full of the disease. Knowing there was no treatment that would make him well, he wanted to go home to die. So my mother, my three siblings and I became his care team 24/7, supported by extended family, visiting palliative care workers, VON nurses and his doctor.

Two weeks after being carried home by ambulance to live out whatever days he had left, he was gone.

Even now, heaviness settles in my chest whenever I recall that time, a heaviness that makes it just a little harder to breathe. But there is also a feeling of calm assurance. His dying had dignity. My family’s care for him – and the care of the team that supported us – helped that to happen.

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Have you witnessed the difference palliative care made for a loved one? If you have an experience that you’d be willing to share on the EFC’s platform, email us to tell us about it. To say thank you, we’ll give you a free one-year subscription to Faith Today, Canada’s Christian magazine, where subscribers can read stories like this recent feature on palliative care.
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