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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Fr. Craig Reports:

Thursday, May 30, 2013
 
I visited with Father Brennan today. Found him napping in the Common Room. A tap on the arm and he woke up. He looked sharp in a bright orange-red polo shirt. "Cardinal red" said he. 
  
We talked about the usual things...how he feels..."not too bad"...mutual friends...how my life is going. He always wants to know how I am doing. Very touching. He said his foot is about the same...no worse.

This was a brief visit because it was apparent he really wanted to nap. So, a prayer and a blessing and off I went. 

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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Stefan Reports:

Wednesday, May 29, 10am
10 am.
Bernie was in the sitting room when Mass was ending.  We exchanged salutations.  He has a good haircut.  He was in a fair mood, but asked that I return later.
Noon. 
I returned to visit with him during lunch.  He was in a fairly pleasant mood as we chatted about this and that.  He picked up the fresh-cut roses on the table and admired their beauty and perfume. 
Several months ago, he pointed at some roses and said “See those?  You say that they are beautiful, but with this cloud over me, I cannot see that at all.” 

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

No change




Tuesday, May 28, 10:05 am

Mindless of time I realize I've come exactly when they are having their daily communion service.  Ok, I'll not interrupt, and besides I don't spot Bernie from my vantage point.

I check his room to find his bed neatly made, but no Bernie.

I wait a few more minutes, and appreciate the enclosed patio and the bright sun and flowers.

I hear a game show on the Lounge TV (the signal that the TV is on and activities resume) and spot Bernie, and another resident in the easy chairs. Bernie's seatmate has his hand up and I cannot resist, "I see your hand up. Is there anything I can do for you?"  Bernie stirs on hearing my voice and we smile. "Morning, Bernie." "Hello."

"Can you get me out of this damned chair and into a wheel chair so I can go to my room?", his agitated seatmate says.  "Ok. I'll see what I can do."

The aides are helping another resident and are using an hydraulic lift to get her out of her chair and swung around so a wheel chair can be maneuvered under her.  "We know. He's next."


I return and relay the news. "Thanks." And I begin my conversation with Bernie.  He volunteers, "Dreadful machine." "The lift?" "Yes." "Do you use it?"  "Oh, God no." 





We both smile and carry on. "Hey you're looking mighty sharp. Is that a new haircut?" "Yes."

In a bit I ask if he would like to go to the patio.  He pauses and quivers. "I'm afraid of my ...." He said something that I couldn't hear. "Your what Bernie?" "Feet, F E E T", he patiently spells for me. "Oh, yes. What about your feet?" "I don't know if I can describe it. He pauses and in a moment says, "I'm afraid of falling." "Ok, then would you like to rest here?" "Yes."

He asks what's new, and I describe the usual things that keep us busy. "Oh, that's nice." 

I remember an email I received which described him being included in the prayers of the faithful at one of the churches he served on the Peninsula. "He is always remembered at our Parish," said the emailer. "Oh, that's nice."

It occurs to me that I saw a stack of today's newspaper in the dining room. "Would you like me to get a paper and read the news?" "Oh, yes." "OK, you wait right here." He promptly smiled. We have carefully trained each other in our recurring punch lines, used over the years. Boy, he is with it this morning.

The Marin Independent Journal didn't shake the earth with news this morning.  There was an interesting story about a horse which was rescued from falling into an eight foot wide well in San Rafael.  It took the Fire Department, Veterinarians, and a crane and when rescued about 25 on-lookers applauded. "Isn't that interesting?" he offered.


Another feature on the history of the bay near Sausalito.  120 years ago the bay was named Ark Bay because no less than 15 arks had taken up residence there. ..."young bachelors and bohemians, took up residence in the free-floating homes, some quite elegant." Bernie smiled.

Not much else. The Peanuts cartoon was only mildly amusing and didn't bring much response. The Our Family cartoon about the same.

"Bernie, would it be OK if I check with the nurse to see about your foot. I won't leave till I check back." "That would be good."

The nurse didn't take long to say there wasn't much change, for the better or worse. "We'll just keep an eye on it to see."

I'm back to Bernie and say we're all watching the foot and hope it gets better. "OK." I remind him many are praying for him and ask for his prayers. "God bless you." He smiles and waves.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Long time friends of Bernie report:

Thursday,  May 23, 2013

We visited Bernie was he was doing very well on Thursday. We visited for about one hour and he was very attentive.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Father Craig reports:

Wednesday
May 22, 2013, 10:30 am

Today I visited with Father Brennan for about 30 minutes. I found him dozing in the Common Room. One of the nurses was kind enough to roll him into the dining room where is was quieter. I asked him how he was doing and he replied, "Not too bad".

This was without question a "good" visit...not that they all aren't. He was more alert than I have seen him in some time...certainly since my visit last Wednesday.

After he expressed some initial concern about the large clock in the dining room...he does seem preoccupied with the time...we had a wonderful visit. We covered a variety of topics and he initiated more of the conversation than in any of my previous visits.

He did express hope he would be able to return to his own apartment again. We discussed that for a bit and he agreed he needed to get his strength back before that could be considered. It was apparent he was talking about his apartment in San Francisco. He thought about that for a minute and remembered he had given up the apartment. He concluded he was better off where he was at the moment.

What I saw today was Father Brennan on an exceptional day of focused conversation which I did not have to keep going, with just a bit of uncertainty about things.

I encourage those of you who have not yet taken the time to visit Father Brennan to do so...you will leave blessed by having been in his presence.

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A new medicine

Wednesday, May 22, 2012,  9:15am

I drop in (always unannounced) about 9:15 to find Bernie dressed in lounge area in a recliner chair. He has bedroom slippers on his feet. The chair has a control to lift the leg rest, but it is in the retracted position.  I hold Bernie's hand and he rouses from a nap and takes 10 seconds to slowly awake, focus, then recognize me. He smiles.  "Hi Bernie, how you doin?" "Not too bad." 

I describe to him that we got a garbled message yesterday from Connie, the Hospice RN. There may be a plan to take him to the Doctor. I tell Bernie I would figure out what the plan was, and report back.

Connie wasn't available, so I left a message on her cell and returned to Bernie to report I have nothing to report. I told we were praying for him, and asked for his prayers. "I'll see you tomorrow." His footrest is now extended, supporting his legs.

It is just before 10am and the lounge area had been setup for daily communion.  Driving home I realize that part of my prayers being answered is the appropriate and very loving attention he receives from every person I have encountered at Nazareth House. Daily communion and a community where it is fostered. Thank you God.

Connie calls to say they would like to try another oral antibiotic. Bernie does not have to be transported to the doctor. She was in contact with Bernie's doctor and her agency's medical director.  Both concur with her that the best course is to try the new antibiotic.

"Bernie is eating about 40-50% of his servings. Breakfast is his best meal. For the amount of activity he has, this is probably equal calorie intake and use. Let's see how his infection responds to the new medicine."

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Stefan reports: (revised 5/28/13)


 Monday, May 20, 2013 9:30 am

This morning, May 20th, I arrived at Nazareth House at around 9:30.  Fr. Bernie was asleep in a recliner in the Care Unit's activity center.  Steve, a lively volunteer, was reading to the residents present, then playing the piano and getting them to sing.  I pulled up a chair beside Fr. Bernie and was simply present for him.  When he opened his eyes, he gave me a subtle smile and said it was good to see me.  While the entertainment continued, we exchanged a few more comments back and forth.  He would close his eyes, but would still be listening, then sleep, then wake again.

Laughing Women. Photo by B. Brennan
A deacon (?) entered the room and celebrated mass. After that Steve gave exercise instruction to whoever was awake, followed by an activity involving throwing a balloon around the room.  Fr. Bernie could not perform any of these tasks, but he looked on part of the time.
Lunch followed.  Dining at the table with Fr. Bernie and I was a priest who was once stationed at St. Michael’s and Church of the Visitacion.  He was a bit talkative, and Fr. Bernie being rather quiet, listened attentively.  I mentioned a few news items to Fr. Bernie, and he seemed to understand the basics of what was being said.  He said: “Your visit was perfectly timed.  Perfect timing.”  The only confusion he expressed was over the telling of the time on the wall clock, and wondering how he was going to stand up to go from his wheel chair to his bed without splitting his swollen foot open.  The time he could not figure out.  He admired my watch, which is one he gave me, and asked to borrow it for a while (would it make him even more apprehensive about time?  But who can know for sure…).  He became restless and began to get up when an assistant came over to inform him a nurse would be by and to not stand up.  “See, see that?”  He said, “It’s like I’m in a prison here.”  I assured him that they are looking out for him, and that this is the best place he can be right now – and he agreed the food is better in the Care center than the other side of the house!  He enjoyed the rice pudding, and though he was nervous about what would take place after lunch, he did not get even half as anxious as he had during previous visits.
I followed him and a nurse to his room and told him I’d return in a little while, as he was preparing for a nap.  At about 3:30 I returned.  Mrs. Lynch helped me remember where his room was, and asked that I wake him, as he needed to be up.  He was polite, but kept his eyes shut, as he repeated, “I just want to sleep for now” a few times.  I asked him what he meant earlier about my visit being “perfect timing” and he said he didn’t remember saying that.  I sat by his bedside and read quietly, gently nudging him every 15 minutes to see if he was ready to rise.  “Please, let me sleep.”  And so at 4:30 I said goodbye and I’d be back another day.  He thanked me for the visit.
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This day was a sharp contrast to my visit when he was at the Kindred Smith Ranch facility.   I didn’t call ahead because he rarely answers the phone when I do, and if I did visit, he’d forget which day I was supposed to have been there.  So that day he was in pain and he did not want me around.  I wore a cowboy hat and spoke with a twang, hoping to spark out of him a touch of the humor he used to display (remember?  He could ramble on like a regular Robin Williams!), but my gimmick only irritated him.  “Can’t you come tomorrow, or the next day?”  I could not.  “Why don’t you call me next time?”  There ended that session.
Father Bernie, don’t worry!  Jesus has got your back, your arms and your legs.  The angels are working hard to make sure people here tend to your needs.  Worry not, dear friend!

Monday, May 20, 2013

Why wake him?

Monday, May 20, 2013 2:15 pm

No Bernie in the lounge, so I check his room. There he is. I go to the side of his bed and hold his hand. No response. I wait a few minutes. Still no activity.

He is dressed, freshly shaved, combed hair sleeping soundly on his side, with his bare infected foot on a pillow. A blanket covers him.

Why should I wake him? I just wanted to check on him. I find the Nazareth RN and she reports that he was wide awake for a visitor nearly all morning. I said I peeked at his foot and it seemed more swollen than last week. "Yes."

Connie, the Hospice RN notices I'm waiting and she said. "I'm on my way to an appointment, but as soon as I'm done, I'll check on Father." "Good, we can talk tomorrow."

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Not responding to treatment....





Fri afternoon, May 17th.
3:30 pm

No Bernie in the lobby room. We go to his room and find Father dressed, sleeping with a blanket.  He does not respond to either Kathleen or myself.

We go out to find Connie, the on-site hospice nurse.  How's Bernie doing? "He is not getting better."  His cellulitis did not respond to the first course of antibiotics. We're using the second and third set of antibiotics. It will have run it's course on Monday, but so far we are not seeing any response.  Monday we will reevaluate again.  "What is the next course?" "Unless you have changed your wishes, we are running out of the normal courses of actions. The next steps are against your wish for non-heroic measures."

This is why we make difficult decisions ahead of time. The hospice nurse looks at Kathleen, the hospice social worker. Without words being said they confirm the other's understanding.

The reality is Bernie is not fighting a deteriorating condition. "The next steps are hospitalization and intravenous antibiotics.  That is beyond the measures of your health directive." "And then what usually happens?" "The infection enters the blood stream and spreads.  If it does not respond to antibiotics it saps strength and health." "A matter of months?," Kathleen asks, probably for my benefit.  "More like a matter of weeks. If we saw a vibrant, active Father then I would be more positive.  However, Bernie has almost totally withdrawn. He resists getting out of bed and sleeps all day. He does not have a robust appetite. He is confused."

"What are the next stages?" "If the infection enters the bloodstream we should expect Bernie to weaken."  "What about lucidity." "It will fade. Usually the last two weeks or so there is little awareness. Days are spent in bed."

We go back to Father's room and see him being wheeled into the dining room for dinner.  It is now a little after four.  "Have you had any visitors today?", Kathleen asks. "No, they get me up about seven, and we are now waiting for breakfast. So there hasn't been time for anyone to come."  We tell him dinner will be soon. "Well Ok." In the dining room there is a combination CD, Radio and Cassette player. Maybe fifty well used CDs and tapes are kept in the basket below. We put a Strauss CD on the player. Bernie taps his nails on the table in rhythm to the waltz.

We ask about his dinner table-mates. (Last week Alice reported she deliberately seated Bernie with other priests for meals.  One day, mistakenly, he was seated at a different table, and Bernie complained.) Today he is unaware of who they are.  He furtively glances at the clock as though it he was worried about making a train connection. "Are you worried about something?" "How will I get back to my room?" "After dinner the nurse will take you." "Oh, Ok."

Bernie answers all questions in a whisper, and only the minimum of words. He starts a sentence, and then trails off. He cannot remember what he was saying.

When his eyes are open, he only looks down. Mostly, he keeps his eyes closed. He asks what time it is each five minutes -- wanting us to confirm what he sees on the large clock over his right shoulder. We repeat this  maybe twenty times.

Gradually the room fills with other residents. Some on their own power, but most wheeled in. Just before dinner, we hold Bernie's hand. (It is cold to the touch.) We tell him we love him, tell him we pray for him, and ask for his prayers. He raises both hands to wave goodbye in papal style -- his trademark.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Glenn reports:

Sunday, May 12, 2013 10:15 am
  
Today, May 12th, I visited Bernie at Nazareth House. When I arrived at about 10:15AM, he was sitting reclined in a chair in the TV room, with his eyes closed. I knelt beside him and said his name. He said: "who is this". I said "Glenn" and he said: "would you come back this afternoon?".

Since I had just driven 40 miles, and couldn't just wait around there, I asked him if I could visit for a few minutes and he said, "Just a few minutes." He did keep his eyes open. I asked him if I could pray with him and he said yes. We both made the sign of the cross and I prayed that he wouldn't suffer pain and that God would keep his spirits up. When I was finished, he said something like "Goodbye" or something indicating he was done visiting, so I told him I'd pray for him and left, noticing that he closed his eyes again.

I was hesitant to just leave and felt that I should have asked him what he'd like me to pray for, so I went back to the TV room, knelt beside his chair and said his name. He opened his eyes and I asked him what
he'd like me to pray for. Without hesitation, he said: "peace". I then told him I was sorry I hadn't visited him earlier, was keeping up on his situation by reading Mike's blog, and that I would pray for peace for him. I gently touched his shoulder while we talked and then his forearm, to try to convey love. My hope is that he felt some love and benefitted in some way from the visit, even if it wasn't readily apparent.

On the way out, I stopped at his room (#14), met his roommate Jack, introduced myself and asked him if he and Bernie talked. He said that Bernie was very quiet and didn't talk much. I deduced that he had only known Bernie since he came back to Nazareth House a few weeks ago.

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

And now, Hospice

Wednesday, May 8, 12:15pm

Years ago, while discussing the dozens of subjects that came up over dinner with Bernie, the subject of death came up casually. I found Father Bernie offered an insightful and balanced understanding. We are to live as ourselves, our personality and our interests, naturally, until there was no more energy to do so.

More recently Kathleen and I talked with Bernie about his wishes for extraordinary measures to keep him alive.  He was quick and clear.  Those minor efforts to improve and sustain life were appropriate, but heroic, drastic measures were not.  Antibiotics yes, intravenous feedings, no.

I was surprised when I got a call from Nazareth House this week and they offered hospice services. Because Kathleen was a hospice social worker for years I have heard the touching, sensitive stories that her patients and their families told about their loved ones being loved and cared for through their death and beyond.  I expected Bernie would one day need hospice, but the call surprised me.

Kathleen and I met with Alice from Nazareth, and Connie, the on-site hospice social worker at Nazareth on Wednesday. While there is no significant single matter, there is an accumulation of signals that we should prepare and anticipate Bernie's death.

At the time of Bernie's moving out of his apartment, now over two years ago, he reviewed many of the necessary steps regarding his future.  He knew he had to stop driving, had to stop living independently, had to ask for and receive help with meals, laundry etc.  He also prepared his will, made plans for his burial and final sacraments.

From time to time, these past two years, he has expressed his anxiety.  He did say he was relieved when he was reminded he was prepared for whatever may come, and he was surrounded by people who love him and take care for him.

While there is nothing imminent, this week I am taken by this signpost along the path.  Kathleen, Connie (the on-site hospice social worker), Mary Shembre, and others have all casually described hospice as a series of calm, caring decisions, designed to accept the uncertain nearing of death.  When someone has the signals which make hospice appropriate, it is often the case that they are in their last months of life.  Part of the miracle of life is we never know how, where, or when.  We can see a gentle progression and acceptance of the stages.

"Why did you call this week?" I asked Don, the RN from the hospice agency which serves Nazareth.  "Hospice is appropriate when we see a single signal which usually precurses death."  One dial which goes from the green to yellow to red. "But we also watch for the overview on the general condition of all of the signals." All dials go from steady green to slowly fade into yellow. "A significant issue is sudden weight loss.  The standard is 10% loss over a six month period.  Father has had over 10% loss in three months.  That is worrisome. He is becoming more confused. Less willing to engage. Less motivated. None of these alone is exactly alarming, but in sum they suggest it is appropriate that care reflect the total person and his current condition."

As an introduction, Connie had told us of several Nazareth residents who are on hospice care for months and years -- one she cited nearly two and a half years.  The progression can be swift, or gradual, but at each evaluation (at scheduled intervals) the changes in health and well-being are mostly downward.  There are several residents at Nazareth who were on Hospice, and their condition improved so that they no longer met the criteria, and were taken off the extra care for a while, and returned when necessary.

(This business of taken "on and off" hospice is the curious conjunction of money and care.  In the case of Bernie, Medicare pays for the additional support and services he will receive in hospice.  Because Medicare pays, they require evaluation, first at the onset where his current condition has to meet the minimum standards -- verified by staff, Kathleen as Designated Power of Attorney for Health Care, and the caring Medical Doctor. He will be evaluated again in 3 months, 6 months, and 8 months, and thereafter every two months.  If his signals improve he will no longer qualify -- medicare stops paying -- and Bernie returns to the normal level of care of all Nazareth Special Unit residents.

During the hospice period he receives extra care even beyond what Nazareth provides. The additional care, plus the required evaluations focus on what is actually important: Father's well-being. If he does not need the special attention it will be withdrawn. If he does, it is provided.)

While it isn't exactly material to the larger questions of Father Bernie's next few months, he is being treated this week for an inflamed foot. Cellulitis is what all the nurses called it. Routine and common they also called it. I immediately look it up (Click here for more information if you wish) and see that it fits the above category of routine matters which are treated routinely.  All expect it to respond to antibiotics.

His bladder incontinence continues. He seemed very low energy: did not lift his head and only answered questions with the minimum of words while he rested, dressed with a blanket over him, on his side in bed. 

As always, on leaving, Kathleen and I asked for his prayers. He brightened.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Disengagement

The nurses at Nazareth House called to report Bernie does not touch his daily newspaper or magazines. We should cancel them.

Will do. In the remote chance he becomes engaged in the future, we'll reinstate them if he asks.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Father Craig reports:

Wednesday, May 1st

Today is the Feast of Saint Philip and Saint James, Apostles, and the 12th anniversary of my ordination to the Diaconate. I wanted to celebrate the day by visiting with Father Brennan.

He is most assuredly happy to be back at Nazareth House. He remains in the Special Care unit and was in a group where the leader was telling stories...I couldn't tell about what. One of the aides was kind enough to wheel him out into the hallway so we could have a brief visit. I asked him about the wheel chair and if he was walking and apparently he is not able to walk on his own at this time.

I asked him how he was doing and he replied "not so good". I asked him to explain and he said it was hard for him to put it into words. He asked me how I was doing. That was touching. He was a bit more conversational than when I last saw him two weeks ago. He does speak very softly, just above a whisper.

We prayed together and I gave him a blessing. It was an all too short visit. He very much appreciates the prayers offered on his behalf and the love and support. Visits uplift his spirit.

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