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        Rebecca Cooper

         

         The eight days of last week were pretty long.  If you saw the last "Hey,
        God? Yes, Charles." post, you know that a dear friend, Bettye, whose
        fingerprints are all over the book, died Saturday a week ago. Another blog
        back in December describes Aunt Shirley and me in the emergency room where I
        worried about her while she worried about pants. She died this past
        Saturday.

        Each of these women, both widowed before I was, influenced my life in
        profound and different ways over the years. Bettye was diagnosed with cancer
        about two years ago. She fought it hard, with grace and grit all the way,
        providing inspiration and exhibiting courage. By all accounts, she kept the
        faith, and her faith, but never gave up, never accepted the word terminal.
        She was ready for another day and another day.

        Around the time Bettye was getting her diagnosis, we learned that Aunt
        Shirley had a serious heart condition. In the past two years, new docs and
        drugs invaded her life. That trip to the ER on December 9 turned out to be a
        point of no return and the first of six moves over the next five weeks
        trying to get her in the right place for the best medical care. Finally, as
        her condition continued to worsen, she told us all, "I'm done." No more bags
        on poles. No more meds. No more procedures. So we removed the poles and the
        meds except for comfort drugs and we stopped all the procedures.  Thanks to
        a different kind of courage, she was able to rest, float in and out without
        pain, and enjoy visitors the last days of her life. At one point she looked
        up and said, "I see you." Aunt Shirley lived on her own terms. Now she was
        ready spiritually, mentally, and physically to die on them too. And so, on
        Saturday, she did.

        We've always been taught that there is a right way to live. Two grande dames
        just taught me that, for them, there is also no wrong way to die.

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