Doula: Old and New

I recently had the privilege of being interviewed about my work as an end of life doula. In our discussion I thought about the origin of the word “doula” and the way in which caring for someone at death is both similar and different today than it was even just a few decades ago.

As someone that uses the title “doula” I think it’s important to remember that in the original Greek “doula” meant “female slave.” Many people use the word servant, but although slavery in Ancient Greece was markedly different from chattel slavery, it still denotes a woman who was brought into a family to serve a role. It is most likely she could not choose which family she worked for, nor when her time of service with a particular family was over. Or, even perhaps, when her time of service itself was over.

So that’s an important difference and one that should not be forgotten: the modern doula chooses their work, their clients, their terms of service, and time of service.

At some point in time the family caregiver subsumed the role of doula. While there may have midwives who assisted birthing women and their female relatives, or people who dressed the dead, tending to the dying was the responsibility of the family.

The service we choose to provide as modern doulas- personal, emotional, spiritual, and practical support to someone who is dying and their loved ones would probably baffle family caregivers even just two generations ago.

While it was common for a family to care for their dying loved ones, the concepts of personal dignity, autonomy, and spirituality were not. Practical care was centered on tending to physical discomfort. Any spiritual needs in the hands of trained spiritual advisors (or dictated in the Ars moriendi). Personal and emotional support varied from family to family.

Today we recognize, almost to a fault (but that’s for another post), the value of independence and the very personal definition of suffering that goes beyond physical discomfort. It’s not that physical discomfort is not important or that trained spiritual advisors don’t have a place, it’s that both of those things are part of a larger whole when it comes to tending someone who is dying.

It’s become quite common for women to have a birth plan, but for all the talk of advance care planning it’s still rare for someone to have a death plan. And yet, we recognize a person’s right to make their own decisions about their dying, create meaningful rituals for dying and after death, and define dignity and suffering for themselves.

And that’s why I feel as though it is much easier to be of service as an end of life doula to someone who has done work to come into relationship with their own mortality and thought about how they as an individual need to be supported through their unique dying process.

I guess that means as a modern doula I am also hoping for modern patients.

 

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Article in Vermont’s Seven Days discussing End of Life Doulas and UVM’s End Of Doula online training program

Learn more at learn.uvm.edu/program/end-of-life-doula-certificate.

The original print version of this article was headlined “Good Endings”

Source: UVM Pilots an End-of-Life Doula Program

Featured in The New York Times!!!

A year ago I was interviewed by Sonya Vatomsky for an article they were working on about green burial. Today, that piece came out in The New York Times and my thoughts about green burial (including the negative impact of cremains and the need for more green burial spaces) are featured along with information from The Green Burial Council, Amber Carvaly of UndertakingLA, and ElementalNW 

It’s an honor to featured in such an important space talking about one of my true passions. At the time of the interview the non-profit I founded, Green Burial Vermont was still just a thought, but the idea of making green burial accessible to all remains part of its core mission.

D is for Death: Stepping into my role as an End of Life Educator

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In my role as an End of Life Specialist there are two things that fill my soul: serving as an EOL Doula and being an EOL educator. The first I planned on, the second is contrary to everything I thought I knew about myself.

One thing had always been clear to me- I did not want to be a teacher. Yet since I’ve begun my journey into end of life people I have found myself in situations where people have come to me to learn. To learn how to come into relationship with their mortality, to learn how to provide a home funeral, to learn how to be an EOL doula, to learn about green burial…

And I love it.

So I made it my goal this year to step up as an End of Life Educator. What follows is a list of all the projects I’ve taken on so far.

I’m working with the Montpelier Senior Activity Center which is doing a year-long series on End of Life Issues. I kicked off  2018 there with a screening of Being Mortal and a discussion of how to learn about our own values for dying well and what makes communicating about death and dying so hard.
On March 13th I’ll give a workshop there on how to be an effective Health Care Agent and later this spring I’ll give another on how End of Life Doulas can improve End of Life.
I’m also teaching a 10-week course there called “Dying in Community” with the goal that participants to move towards feeling more comfortable and confident not only talking about death, but taking action to create good death plans for themselves, and to step forward as caregivers in community.

This course at MSAC is one I hope to use as template for two college course proposals I hope to develop and submit… more on those to come!

Last year I had the honor of being asked to develop a module for the UVM Online End of Life Doula Certificate Program.  And I’ve just wrapped up two more modules for the course as it enters its second cycle and will be recording a Q&A later this month. It is such a privilege to be able to contribute to this dynamic and developing program.

I came into my own teaching when I decided to tour the state and educate people about the burial depth bill that would finally make green burial fully viable in Vermont. Now that there is a non-profit, Green Burial Vermont, founded together with people who were a part of that tour with me, we are working to design green burial workshops for communities and cemeterians in order to promote the development of green burial spaces that are both “best for the land and best for the people.” Vermont may be far from the first state to have green burial spaces, but we hope to soon be among the best states offering green burial.

I also have my own Ending Well Training program. After studying with some of the greatest teachers in End of Life I have designed a unique course that is self-directed yet hands-on: students learn at their own pace through reading, writing, and hands-on activities and are supported with one-on-one meetings with me throughout. I haven’t written much about it yet, but it is extremely rewarding- email me if you want to learn more!

Finally, I have two secret projects with two different doulas that I can’t wait to share more about.

I truly believe that to have our own good deaths we need to normalize talking about death. As I wrote about in my last blog post, often we end up “preaching to the choir” in those conversations. It is my hope that through offering a variety of educational opportunities in a variety of settings I’ll be able to reach people who not otherwise be willing to engage in talking about death and dying.

Does Talking About Death Lead To Better Dying?

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Recently, an article from The Overtake called “The Death Trap” has been making the rounds and response has been varied. I know that it’s one that I can’t get out of my head. Mostly because of this line: “The question now is whether the emergence of mortality as a popular theme is having any practical effect: do we really know more about death and is that changing how we die?”

In other words, does talking about dying well actually lead to people dying well (whatever that means for them)?

I believe dying well requires people to understand they are going to die (and if you’re reading this, you are someone who will die), to think about what dying well means to them personally, to understand the complexities required to navigate dying well and the general messiness of death, have a community to support them, and to be able to communicate clearly about their wishes to their loved ones, doctors, and community.

Like most people who work with people either at or thinking about the end of life, the idea that talking about dying well doesn’t translate to at least a better death seems inimical. But, it’s an important question to ask. Within my “death positive” community people talk about death all the time, and work to ensure other people have “their own good deaths.” We’re not going to be objective about the subject.

Profession-related subjectivity is never more clear than when the article compares the beliefs of Hannah Merriman, a death doula, and those of Angela Halley, a palliative care doctor (both practice in the UK).

Merriman believes that the time has come for death “to come in out from the cold,” and stop being “a huge dark scary corner of the house, it’s not the attic we never go into.” The article says she is optimistic that our current trends towards openly talking about death and dying are changing the way people approach dying.

But, in Dr. Halley’s experience with the exception of “some sectors of society who are very mobilised and thoughtful about death and dying…the vast majority probably still don’t really want to discuss it unless they have to…when I bring it up in a social situations, people kind of move away and feel uncomfortable.”

So. There are small groups of people who are comfortable, or are at least willing, to accept the fact that everybody dies. But who do they talk to? Other people comfortable, or at least willing, to accept their own mortality. Unfortunately, that’s rarely their loved ones and care providers.

For example, movements like Death Cafe are fantastic. I’ve been co-facilitating the Death Cafe in my community for 4 years. BUT, many of our regulars still say the reason they come every month is because they don’t have anyone else to talk about death and dying with. This means they aren’t talking to their families, their loved ones, and certainly not their physicians- any of the people who could support them in dying well.

And, until those conversations start happening, there is no reason for our medical system to change and support people in having those conversations, let alone make the systemic changes necessary to support their wishes.

When I brought this article up on Twitter I wrote: “For me, the challenge implied is how to broaden the conversation and make people feel more empowered when talking with doctors.” I’ve worked in a major hospital and I’ve seen how even the most literate of patients and caretakers can get swallowed by a system that is designed to push one last treatment, this new drug, one more surgery- anything to forestall the “failure” of death. Patient empowerment is a part of what I offer in my community outreach work and incorporate into my work with patients and their families because it is hard to be heard.

Within medical circles, as Dr. Sarah Russell pointed out, it’s common for there to be courses for practitioners that focus on difficult conversations. Last year Dr. Danielle Ofri wrote the amazing book “What Patients Say, What Doctors Hear,” and in 2015, Dr. Angelo Volandes wrote “The Conversation” while Dr. Atul Gawande started a movement around “Being Mortal.” Dr. Jessica Zitter produced “Extremis”– a short documentary that shows the dangers of not knowing your own wishes. Conferences like the End Well Symposium (nice name!) are designed specifically so that professionals can come together and improve the experience of death and dying. Meanwhile non-medical practitioners like myself, my mentors, and my peers, work in the community- doing our best to educate people not only about their options, but how to advocate for them.

So, what’s the problem? The problem is none of us are having these conversations TOGETHER. Both the palliative care doctor and hospice director in my town are phenomenal women who make time to speak at community events about the importance of patient literacy and autonomy. Have we ever done a patient empowerment event together? Nope. (But stay tuned!)

So, does talking about death lead to better dying? Absolutely. But, to make sure you get the death you want you must be talking to everyone, not just the people who want to listen. It’s ok to make someone uncomfortable by talking about your wishes for dying well, it’s important to create space in family conversation for mortality, living well means talking to your doctor about dying well.

And for those of us who want to listen? Well, we need to make sure we’re not just listening, but talking to each other too.

Being Ending Well: Featured in Natural Transition Magazine Volume 6 Issue 2

This issue of NTM looks at the new deathcare professionals; the doulas, the midwives, the natural funeral directors including Amber Carvaly of Undertaking LA and Elizabeth Fournier, the “green reaper.” We also feature the eco art of Jill Powers who created an art collaboration at the end of life. We bring you natural death pioneer, Cari Leversee’s Dying Out Loud on Facebook, and much more.

A version of the following essay opens the latest issue of Natural Transitions Magazine

Being Ending Well: How I make a living as a “New Deathcare Professional”

This is my favorite part!” My husband steps back after introducing me and I am asked the inevitable “and what do you do?” question.

Over the past 5 years I’ve learned to be careful answering questions about what I do. And, of course, be hyper-aware of who is asking it. If it is someone else from the #deathpositive community I have an ever-evolving elevator pitch, but that’s rare. Usually, I start out by explaining I work in end of life- holding eye-contact and looking for that first glimpse of fear glazing over. I proceed slowly with strangers aware that what I do can trigger all sorts of emotions, brand me as morbid, and only sometimes, elicit genuine interest.

Technically, my title is “End of Life Specialist.” But, if we’re getting technical, I made that title up. I am: an advance care planner, an end of life doula, a home funeral guide, a green burial advocate and founder of the non-profit Green Burial Vermont, a pregnancy loss doula, a community death educator, a hospice volunteer, a death cafe facilitator, a patient empowerment coach, a memoir writing teacher, and a mentor/teacher to those seeking to find their place in the end of life field. End of Life Specialist has a much better ring to it. I do this all through my LLC, Ending Well which I founded in April of 2016 but started working towards in 2013.

No one just wakes up and decides “Hey, I want to be a death midwife.” said Patty Burgess-Brecht as she interviewed me.

Technically, this is true. When I decided, I was sitting at my best friend’s table in the late afternoon talking about my experiences with death and dying and life-limiting decisions at a major hospital and how I wished there was something different. My friend, a birth doula/midwife-in-training said “You should be a death midwife.” She explained to me what she knew of the profession and I was hooked. I went home and googled (no wikipedia entry came up) instead I found websites for some of the matriarchs of this movement- Donna Belk, Jerrigrace Lyons- and books, lots and lots of books. I dug in and started learning. I took any training I could afford, read almost all the books I found, and sought mentors from anyone willing to reply to my emails.

You can’t just hang out your shingle and expect to make a living.” Lee Webster said, driving me home from a home funeral intensive.

In 2014 my husband and I moved to Montpelier, Vermont. In the year since that conversation at my friend’s table I had left my old path behind and was fully committed to being a death midwife. I needed to learn what it was really like to work with the dying and immediately signed up to for the hospice volunteer training that was about to start. Already I had learned that I didn’t want to just support people through dying, I wanted them to learn about the healing power of home funerals and I wanted to introduce them to the concept of green burials. As I began working with hospice patients it became clear to me that I could never have the relationship I was hoping for if people hadn’t thought about their own deaths. I had been participating in the Montpelier Death Cafe since January and I could see the difference between people who could openly engage with their thoughts and death and dying and those that were in denial. “It’s like when you used to go to AAA before a trip,” on Death Cafe participant said recently. “You get the map, the tips on where to stay, everything you need to know to make your trip successful. Death Cafe and talking about death is the way I prepare for this trip I know I’ll have to take someday. Who wouldn’t want to be prepared as possible for death?”

But how to get people to talk about death? Campaigns like the Conversation Project and Death Cafe were in full swing, the option was there. I trained with Respecting Choices and learned how to talk to people who wanted to talk about death, but not how to get them to open up. And I began to recognize how my own background- working in hospitals, a Master’s Degree in Neuroscience, two parents with medical science backgrounds who had included me as they cared for their own parents- gave me an enormous privilege when it came to being comfortable talking to medical professionals and advocating for myself and my wants that most people don’t have and our culture doesn’t encourage. I started mining my background for tools that would make people I talked with feel empowered. A friend had a miscarriage and I learned that 1 in 4 pregnancies ends in fetal death and I started training as a pregnancy loss doula, because how can you say goodbye when you haven’t had a chance to say hello?

During this time I had proposed community workshops to anchor a local death awareness campaign to the communities it visited. These workshops were successful and well-attended. I finally had an answer for how to get people to talk about death- invite them into a space where that was the purpose. First, I decided to create a big space with a community conference of my own to launch my business, which I did in August of 2016. From that big space I could start to form relationships, small spaces, where I could help people “plan, prepare, and experience your own good death.” I haven’t looked back since.

I want you to teach me how to come into relationship with my own mortality.” -client

The woman who said that was one of the first to seek me out. And, with that question, the first to help me realize that that was my goal in working with people. Although we often choose to ignore it, we live with death every day. Death, or rather, the fact that we will die, is a part of who we are.

I finished college a semester early. During the spring of my senior year I prepared to enter grad school back at home with my parents. One morning the house phone rang, I barely recognized my distraught friend’s voice but I knew enough to sit when she asked if I was sitting down. The day before our good friend had left campus to go home for the weekend. Her car spun out and into the path of a 52’ tractor trailer. She had been declared dead at the scene. Three weeks later, just after coming back from campus for her memorial, a friend working at my college asked if I knew any dance majors, because there had been a horrific accident in the dance studio. My heart sank. One of my good friends had died when she fell from the studio during a dance rehearsal. A few months later graduation was surreal- admist the messages of how we were now ready to do anything a voice in my head reminded me that one of those things might be to die.

The miracle is that we get to live!”- client

I’ve never understood why dying was considered a taboo subject. I took my first steps at my great-grandmother’s funeral when I was 9 months old. When I was 7, and my great-grandfather died I watched my father cry for the first time as I asked him what that meant and later, held his hand tightly as I placed a white rose in my great-grandfather’s casket. A woman I worked with this summer echoed my feelings as we spoke about her experience with death- her husband had died in her arms. It was beautiful, she told me. And though she was devastated at the time it taught her that life was a gift, a miracle.

As a hospice volunteer I have found a special niche working with people who are in nursing homes. Many of the patients I have been with as a hospice volunteer have had cognitive issues, such as dementia, even more have had difficult relationships with their families. I find, in our conversations, that they are often processing their lives as best they can. I don’t think it mattered that they were dying as much as it mattered that they were able to tell their story of who they were. The first summer I worked as a volunteer I worked with a woman who was no longer able to hear and had outlived all of her family. I had to write out anything I wanted to say to her. Luckily, she had plenty she wanted to say to me and I rarely had to write anything at all. She described in great detail what Montpelier had been like 90 years ago. The librarian let me check out archival material that included photos from the time this woman had been a child. She used those photos to construct her Montpelier for me. And although it’s been nearly 4 years I still walk through downtown thinking, oh, this is the way she walked to school, this is where her house would’ve been.

Joan Didion says, “we tell ourselves stories in order to live.” People who are dying give us the shape of their lives in the stories they tell, but those stories also shape us. Just as I will never look at Montpelier the same way again, I will never watch another war movie without seeing the faces of veterans I have sat with, I will never drive by an old farm without thinking of women who made homes out of them. I will never pass up the chance to hear someone’s story as it is true for them and hope I can always appreciate they ways in which they change me.

Will you call Michelle?”- Hospice RN

While the #deathpositive movement focuses on the idea of a “good death,” I’ve been cautious about defining that (you may have noticed my mission statement for Ending Well is “your own good death”) ever since one of the first Death Cafes I attended. Another attendee told a beautiful story of someone who died “kicking and screaming.” We can come into relationship with our mortality, but that doesn’t mean we become accepting or passive about dying. Even the stereotypical “good death” involves actively engaging with dying. Regardless, most people do not want to die alone and along with the rise of the narrative of the “good death” has come to resurgence of “the vigil”

Although even as I type those words I am aware that resurgence isn’t at all accurate. I recently realized that I learned “to vigil” not as a end of life doula or a hospice volunteer, but from my mother when her own mother was dying. Their relationship had never been easy- my grandmother could be quite cruel, we were not close. But my mother was always there for her mother. As my grandmother’s body was devastated by a recurring infection she told my mother she had had enough. She saw her husband, my grandfather, who had been for nearly 10 years, and she wanted to go with him. Without the help of a hospice agency my mother went to be with her mother, and I went with her. As Christmas approached we sat with grandmother in the nursing home. When my grandmother could no longer talk, my mother just held her hand and I sat beside her. As my grandmother’s breathing slowed, I saw tears in my mother’s eyes. The room was silent and full of love. When my grandmother never inhaled again, I slipped quietly from the room to let my mother say goodbye. Instinctually, I knew not to go to the nurses station first and trigger the activity that would follow. Instead I called my Dad and asked him to come. He was the one that spoke with nurse. The three of us sat with my grandmother’s body until my mother was ready to go. It was this experience that modeled for me what it means to simple be present with someone, for someone.

I sometimes will get a call from my hospice agency when someone is lingering in a facility. I don’t think I’ve ever sat with such a person more than twice in those situations. They are never people I have met before, I rarely get much personal information- other than the basics passed along from my volunteer coordinator and what I can gather from the objects in the room. But I never make assumptions. I feel like that final stage of dying is a great inward journey and I don’t know what these strangers are feeling. I try as best I can to simply surround them with love. Sometimes silence feels best, sometimes I’ll say out-loud: “Everyone you have ever loved, knows that you love them. Their love is with you now. When you are ready, that love will stay with you, whatever comes next.” I recreate in those rooms the love I felt in my grandmother’s room. And I hope it brings ease to those final hours.

Our graves are our final stories.”- green burial admirer

Not long after I launched my business I was contacted by a cemetery commission member the town over. Vermont had some statutes in place that made green burial difficult and while most of them had been changed in 2015, there was one left in place. People were asking about green burial in her town and she wanted to know what to say. After an amazing community meaning speaking about the importance of green burial we got the opportunity to change the final statute interfering with green burial and it is now a fully viable option for Vermonters.

When seeking popular support to change the burial law I traveled around the state providing free library talks about green burial. Over one hundred people came out in 8 towns. Many knew nothing about green burial, many never realized that having a green burial wasn’t easy in Vermont. The discussions at these events were lively and informative. I had come to learn about green burial while training to be a home funeral guide- to me there is a link between the two ideas, both are final acts of love that honor the person who has died. Vermont was the first state to recognize in statutory law that families have the right to care for their own dead, and yet it is one of the last states to make it possible for people to be buried in accordance with their ethics and values- for their graves to be a part of the larger story of life instead of just birth dates and death dates on a headstone.

I often tell a story when speaking about green burial. It has to do with my father’s mother’s funeral. She was the last of my grandparents to die and, like all my grandparents, she had a conventional funeral- she was embalmed, had a viewing, a church service, and a cemetery service. But, at the cemetery they did not lower the casket. We walked away from her grave with her casket sitting on top of the lowering device. I don’t think I was the only one in my family who struggled with the feeling of leaving her exposed in the cold January air. I certainly felt no sense of closure from the experience. To me it speaks to everything in our conventional funeral traditions that alienate us from our dead and make us passive participants in after death rituals.

In my end is my beginning” – T.S. Eliot

Building my business over this past year has made me realize that the biggest obstacle I face is the same one I wrestled with when I set out to have a career as an end of life specialist: our unwillingness to engage with our own mortality. We, as a society, are afraid of death, of dying, and of the dead. I don’t think we need to overcome that fear, but I do think we need to overcome the barrier to talking about these things that that fear creates. In my work, I ask people to work with that fear. I create a space for them to be themselves, fear and all, and ask them to make plans for their own dying, their own funerals. I am present with them in their dying. I help them design personal, active, memorial rituals for their parents, siblings, friends, children, and babies they will never meet. It is the greatest privilege to do so and it has taught me more about life than I ever knew I didn’t know.

When once I would have served as the town witch- caring for the dying and laying out the dead, now I find myself at the crossroads of a major transition- one that involves everything from medical care to popular culture. The space that I have created for people in my community is being being sought out by people who have read Being Mortal, or seen a loved one die, heard Beyoncé talk about miscarriage, or are curious about the Viking-esque funeral they saw on “Game of Thrones.” Slowly the barriers that fear put up between death, life, and talking about it seem to be eroding.

When I tell strangers what I do for a living I am always seeking for a way to create a small space for them to become aware of their fear, at least enough to engage with me about what I do for a living and why. Even if it is just for however long it takes for them to make an excuse and move onto someone else to talk to, people who meet me are reminded that people die, that they will die. Changing the conversation, even for a few minutes is just another way of creating a doorway for death to be a part of talking about life. So I keep talking, even if sometimes it makes me awkward at parties. Technically, doorways are just holes in walls after all.  -Michelle Acciavatti

Green Burial Vermont comes online, and the story of Jack

This is a story I want to write more about- how a man with terminal cancer came to me with the hopes I could find a cemetery willing to give him a green burial, now that the new laws were in place. How we failed is all here in this Burlington Free Press story

But there are some details missing. Such a cemetery that was willing, but not at a cost Jack could afford. About how the only way to bring the cost down was to put all the burden of funeral planning- from body preparation, to transportation, to grave opening and closing- back onto Jack and his family. And how asking a terminally ill man to expend that kind of energy is unfair. I am a huge advocate for caring for your own dead, but only if it’s a ritual that calls to you.

Jack, and his courage to contact the press to tell his story, will undoubtedly push the creation of green burial grounds along here in Vermont. But in being a pioneer, he is likely to have to be satisfied with knowing he sped the process up for those who follow. His chances of having a green burial are slim.

With Jack’s story going to press my co-founders and I decided we could no longer wait to get Green Burial Vermont up online. Thanks to hard work from my colleagues we’re live and running and a Facebook, Twitter, and Blog will soon follow. Green Burial Vermont has tasked itself with being a resource for cemeteries, communities, and individuals interested in the creation of environmentally and socially responsible burial practices in Vermont.

We hope that Jack’s legacy is one that means green burial is an option accessible to all Vermonters.