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Dealing with Death

When you begin writing a blog you vow to yourself, your readers, and your friends and family that you will not, I repeat, will not discuss your personal life. Sadly, I broke that vow quite early on and I’m going to break it again today.

I was in Ontario last week for a family emergency. My granny was and still is dying. The doctors told my family that she did not have long for this world and the best thing to do was to bring her home from the hospital. So we did. We bundled her up like like a Russian doll (you know the ones, except there wasn’t a smaller version of my granny inside…at least I hope). She took the ambulance ride like a trooper, joking with the EMTs when appropriate. After two days at home she asked for food. This request may not seem that startling, but as my granny had not asked for food in almost two months, it came as a surprise to us.

From that point, she started to become more engaged. Eating a little bit more each day, drinking water and juice, and even joining the family in the living room. While she remains a shadow of her former self, her unexpected rally (which is still happening) was a pleasant surprise for me and my family.

Yet, even though it was a pleasant surprise it was and remains stressful for all involved. As a family, we had to accept the fact that bringing my grandmother home would result in her death. We moved through this challenge and came to some level of acceptance of what was to come. Then we had to accept that death wasn’t going to occur within the time period the doctors had estimated – that she was going to live longer. I had to inform my work that my grandmother, after two months of basically being non-responsive to food, liquid, and family care, had decided to live again (if even for a short while). My family had to do the same – informing their respective workplaces that they would be returning to work within the next few days, that my granny had come back from the almost-dead.

Moving back and forth between life and death is an exhausting process. It’s sad, stressful, and completely gray – there is no black or white, well, until the person actually dies. It’s exhausting because every person involved in the dying person’s care has a different outlook and expectation about what should happen. Some family members are spiritual, some are not. Some don’t like using the word death while others cannot stand using inaccurate terminology. So whilst dealing with the process of losing someone you love, you have to manage your own expectations and behaviour so as not to offend or upset a family member. And let’s face it, that’s hard for anyone, regardless of intellect, age, or life experience.

So why am I sharing this with the blogosphere? Perhaps it’s helping me to process the events of last week. Perhaps it’s because throughout the week I managed to remain fairly level-headed and calm. My emotions didn’t run away with me. I helped when needed. I cared for my granny when she asked. And I find this surprising based on my behaviour in the past when dealing with stressful or difficult situations.

I attribute this relative state of calm to two things: 1) Mindfulness and, 2) Exercise. Since integrating and accepting the concept and practice of mindfulness into my life almost a year and a half ago, I have noticed a seismic shift in how I approach and deal with stress. I still have a way to go, but I am impressed with the results so far. And lastly, exercise has been and always will be my go-to coping mechanism. I managed to get to the gym twice last week (I even got to workout with my mom which I always love doing) and went for a walk with my dad (in -20 weather, eek). My workouts were not overly intense, nor long, but they allowed me a break from the ongoing and ever-stressful situation of dying. Yes, exercise is a stress on the body, but it’s a good stress. It makes you stronger and better prepares you for future stress. It makes the body and mind more resilient. So not only were last weeks workouts beneficial, but all the workouts I’ve ever done before last week.

As the creator of mindfulness states, “it is better to weave your parachute before you jump out of a plane”.

We must think of exercise, mindfulness, eating healthy, taking breaks at work, or whatever you do to effectively manage stress as threads within our metaphorical parachute – the more we do, the more threads we have and the stronger our parachute becomes for the inevitable jump.

My parachute was ready for the jump. My only task now, make the necessary repairs and continue to weave for the future.



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  1. * Judy Rose says:

    Hi Morgan: So sorry to hear about your granny but also the good news that she has rallied. Hopefully it will give you and all your family more time to spend with her and have those conversations one wishes they could have after a person passes. I understand your thoughts about exercise helping you cope and keeping you calm. My father passed away last June. He had been unwell for a few months and the process took a huge toll on all our family. During that time, I had been busy with all of this and had missed a few of your zumba classes but then decided it would be okay to participate in one. I felt I needed a “time out” so to speak and that my father wouldn’t mind. It wouldn’t be seen as being disrespectful to him. I have to say that zumba day in your class made all the difference for me. It gave me the time to reflect and let my body be active and refreshed and helped me to better deal with the stress I was going through. Take care and I wish you and your family memorable times in the days you have left with your granny.
    Take care, Judy Rose

    | Reply Posted 5 years, 1 month ago
    • Judy, thank you for your kind words. You and your daughter both sent my lovely messages today. It’s amazing, as both a fitness instructor and blog writer you never truly know who’s going to attend your class or read your post, what they’re going through, or how your actions or words may impact them. I’m so glad you were able to take a break and come to Zumba last year. I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your father (I cannot fathom the pain), but I’m so glad that you understand the importance of taking care of you. Big hugs, Morgan.

      | Reply Posted 5 years, 1 month ago
      • * Judy Rose says:

        Thanks so much, Morgan. Thinking about you and the precious time now with your grandmother. All the best. Judy

        Posted 5 years, 1 month ago
  2. * Diane says:

    Beautifully written, Morgan. My thoughts are with you and your family. Keep taking care.

    | Reply Posted 5 years, 1 month ago

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