Take advantage of this new year to initiate conversations with loved ones about their end-of-life wishes -- and review your own as well.
Waking up on a couch on New Year's Day (not because I drank and crashed there, but because I chose to stay with family instead of sharing the freeway ...
Once we figure out how we feel about our own death and dying, the next step we must take -- initiating the conversation with our loved ones -- is often the most difficult step to complete.
My friend M has died, just shy of the old year's end and significantly decreasing the joy of the new. But her dying was full of life lessons about saying goodbye, being grateful and trying to ring in a better planet for the days ahead.
Last week marked the 10th anniversary of the 2004 Indian Ocean Earthquake or Asian Tsunami Disaster, which killed an estimated 230,000 people in 14 countries. It elicited one of the greatest outpourings of humanitarian response ever from the global community.
Photograph taken by Kristin A. Meekhof A few years ago, I had the idea of wriiting a book for widows, and I decided that it would even be a better ...
Ideally, we doctors must maintain that passion for life, but we must also make room for death, since every patient we treat will ultimately die from one cause or another. Doctors need to cultivate a view of life that includes the reality of death.
I'd rather not have ADH or FEA, high estrogen or any other cancer threat. But this journey has stretched my understanding -- of my body, my mind and my faith. And it has empowered me to take even greater charge of my health than I have in the past.
The first year, I didn't cook Thanksgiving dinner or shop for Christmas presents. I had other children, sure. But I didn't have Emma, and that defined me
Barry says you can fish on the flats for two hours -- an hour before and after low tide -- without having to worry. The tide, as it is with aging, creeps in deceptively.
No one wants to make arrangements for the death of a terminally ill friend or family member. It's painful to think about any loved one's eventual passing, but it's important to make the arrangements sooner rather than later. In fact, it's best to do it when you first learn your loved one has a terminal diagnosis. Why?
The holiday season can be a particularly difficult time for bereaved individuals because it is supposed to be a celebratory occasion when family and friends come together with great joy... But for those in mourning, it often brings home the realization that things will never be the same.
When something as tragic as suicide happens in your life, it's as if you now have a huge, heavy weight on your shoulders. Over time, the weight may not get lighter, but your shoulders get stronger.
My sister and I sit in my parent's bedroom as my mom looks through her sari(s), gently touching the fabric and examining the borders of each almost as if she is looking at a collection of dolls, elephants or other knickknacks that someone collects.
As Kathleen reminded me, I need to stop killing off my mother. I have the rest of my life to grieve after she dies. For today, all Mom wants is for me to be with her... now.
It's been 19 months since Mom died. As I reflect on the weeks and months following Mom's suicide, I realize how precariously my life hung in the balance. Back then I couldn't envision a day when the color, focus, or meaning would return to my world.
Death represents the ultimate unknown, a territory in which we have no experience and no control. So it is natural to feel fear when we think about death and also natural to avoid those thoughts whenever possible.
It's 8 a.m. on a Saturday, and I'm standing under a heavy sky in a muddy yard behind a three-story structure of hand-hewn limestone in the middle of nowhere. Everything feels wrong.
What Brittany did for Compassion & Choices, and for you and me, far exceeds what any one person might ordinarily have done. Hers was an extraordinary demonstration of how to live, and die.
My grandmother will forever be a proud woman. She had such pride for her family and friends, her children and grandchildren, her nieces and nephew and everyone in between. My grandmother, ever the socialite, would take me by the hand and introduce me to her friends.