This will be the final post

At 2:00am on October 2nd, 2016 Naomi Beth Sichler died peacefully at home surrounded by her family.

We were both always floored at the effect this little public notepad could have on others, and have been overwhelmed with the support we received over the years. We always wondered why people were so interested in the way we lived our lives together, when to us, we were just trying to enjoy each other.

I have so many thank you’s to deliver due to the expansive amount of help and love we have received, that I am bound to miss a few, but know that we could not have loved each other and lived so richly had it not been for the help of so many. Naomi always reminded me that people seemed to run towards us, not away, when they found out about her diagnosis. In this way we were lucky, unfortunately, this is not always the case.

First off, thank you to Skirball Hospice for providing some of the finest care imaginable during this time. Your professionalism and compassion instilled confidence and peace. The constant calls and texts from nurses not even on duty, shows how much you all truly care. Your presence during our time of need allowed, and even made possible, a beautiful end to Naomi’s journey with us.

Thank you Compassion & Choices for being such strong advocates for the terminally ill. Although Naomi chose not to take the aid-in-dying medication, the relief it brought her to know it was an option is something all terminally ill patients should be able to feel.

Thank you to our team at UCLA. Despite Naomi being a USC Trojan, she didn’t trust anyone else with her care. Dr. Nghiemphu, Nanette, Tom, and Cheryl, you all made us feel that you cared about us as people, not just patients.

Thank you to everyone who came out of the woodwork to show us support in the form of cards, flowers, clothes and blankets, rides to doctor’s appointments, food deliveries, and apartments to stay in for family members from out of town. This list is larger than the internet, but thank you all.

To my family – Thank you for accepting Naomi as a daughter and sister. She got unfathomable joy from knowing her family had doubled. Thank you for helping us enjoy the small moments in life through cards, books, and many other actions that let us know you were thinking of us. Thank you for instilling my sense of family, compassion, humility, and caring that helped me provide Naomi with strength when it was needed.

Thank you to Naomi’s family. Eleanor, John, and Tim my heart goes out to you. You were the fortunate ones who knew Naomi the longest. Thank you for raising and supporting the most authentic, strong, loving and thoughtful woman I ever met. Eleanor – Thank you from every inch of my soul for putting your life on hold on numerous occasions to help us maneuver our way through this disease. Thank you for your positivity. Thank you for supporting me as well over all these years. The expansiveness of your love knows no bounds. John – Thank you for being such a steady presence at all times. I know Naomi’s calmness in the face of adversity came from you. Tim – Thank you for your unflinching loyalty, friendship, and comfort to not only Naomi but to me. You and Naomi were always looking out for each other and shared a relationship that she treasured like none other. I am truly blessed to have you all in my life. Knowing that Naomi’s blood runs through you brings me much needed solace.

Thank you to our friends. Vast barely describes this list and the amount of thank you’s to include here so I’ll keep things general. Your words and actions have left me astonished, and floored as to how we could be so lucky to have such amazing people in our lives. Thank you all for helping us have a good life worth living. We are forever thankful for your generosity, loyalty, shoulders to cry on, hands to hold, firm hugs, smiles shared, heartbreaks comforted, and celebrations together. I have no doubt we will carry on Naomi’s legacy together.

Lastly, thank you Naomi, for pouring your soul into this blog and into our relationship. Your openness and authenticity shined through in all that you did. Thank you for getting the broom out and helping me sweep up the pieces of my shattered life. Thank you for taking a chance with me and milking every ounce of love out of our all-too-brief time together. Thank you for pushing me to be a better person; the best version of me. Thank you for being fearless and honest. You have made an irreversible impression on my being. Every step I take in this life will be made with you. I am left with a void the size of the universe in my heart, but I thank you for bringing such amazing people into my life to help me grow around that void. Thank you for bringing me way more than net-joy. I love you.

We are all Naomi’s brain,

Mike

Memorial Service Details

Anyone who has been impacted by Naomi’s journey is welcome to attend a memorial service celebrating her life.

Date: October 30, 2016

Time: 12-3pm

Location: Ahmenson Senior Center at Expo Park

Parking: There is limited free parking on S. Park Dr, but many available lot and metered spots on the streets surrounding the center (Bill Robertson Ln and Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd).

Donations: If you would like to send a gift or condolences, here are two organizations that provided us guidance and information that was paramount in our navigation of this disease.

Simms/Mann Center for Integrated Oncology

Cancer Support Community – Benjamin Center

Permission to Feel

As some of you know, I pitched a version of this essay to The New York Times’ Modern Love editors, but they unfortunately passed. I couldn’t think of a better day than today – Mike’s and my second (and final) wedding anniversary – to share this piece of my heart with you all. Not everyone is fortunate enough to find true love during their time on this earth. We are two of the lucky ones who did. And this is our story.

Permission to Feel

Our union 

Yesterday, I asked a friend who has experienced the grief that accompanies the loss of a spouse if she had any pearls of wisdom to share, and she shared this beautiful poem with me. How fortunate I am to have experienced this type of union during my time on earth!

Our union is like this: You feel cold, so I reach for a blanket to cover our shivering feet. / A hunger comes into your body, so I run to my garden and start digging potatoes. / You asked for a few words of comfort and guidance, and I quickly kneel by your side offering you a whole book as a gift. / You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep, and I say here is a rope, tie it around me, I will be your companion for life. -Hafiz

a chapter closed

Well, that’s another chapter closed. Last visit to my oncologist: check.  img_1913(Yes, I made sure to rep my alma mater for this final foray into enemy territory.)

We completed the POLST form, which instructs the paramedics not to resuscitate me should they happen to be called for any reason during this final stretch. I haven’t come this far down the path toward dying peacefully at home to end up with broken ribs and full of tubes in an ambulance/ER/ICU. I also completed the paperwork for the EOLOA, including a final visit alone with my oncologist, a requirement of the law that helps ensure patients are not being coerced into requesting the aid-in-dying prescription. Mike will be able to pick up the actual medication this week. It’s a huge relief to have that process completed, as it takes more effort to get out of the house each time.

We also bid a tearful goodbye to the nurse practitioner who has helped me navigate the nasty side effects of cancer treatment for all these years, and to my oncologist, who has patiently answered my endless questions and helped me grapple with some of the most difficult decisions of my life. I never felt rushed out of her clinic and that gift of time and attention is something I’ll be forever grateful for. We didn’t get everything right, and there are some things I’d personally do differently if I had it to do over again, but we each did our best. I know she cares about me and has always respected my autonomy as a patient and a human. In a world with no perfect answers or crystal balls, you can’t do much better than that.

This weekend, we got a bit of respite at our friends’ house in Pasadena. (Huge thanks to the Merendino/Williams family once again for their generous hospitality!)

Chelsea joined us up there for the weekend (and Lauren popped in for an afternoon), and we just hung out, relaxed, and soaked in the breathtaking views. We even got to watch the fireworks display after the  UCLA game at the Rose Bowl Saturday!

My most frequently asked question is how I am feeling. Answer: 

Physically, I’m tired and can feel my energy waning. My neck and shoulders are in pain and I’m having trouble getting comfortable/out of pain whether I’m awake or asleep. The nausea I’d been experiencing over the past couple of weeks seems to have abated somewhat, but my food aversion is still pretty strong.

Otherwise, I’m:

  • Relieved to be definitively done with treatment and the decision-making struggles that entails.
  • In mourning about all I’ll miss: Christmases by the fireplace, dinners with friends, camping trips, game nights, tailgates, weddings, birthdays, births. A lifetime of memories I won’t get to make.
  • Awed by the love Mike and I have shared over these years and heartbroken that it’s coming to an end. 
  • Filled with gratitude that I have a husband, family and friends who are doing all they can to make these final weeks as comfortable as possible for me. (Mike has stopped working for the time being, and we are soaking in these moments together, many of which include me dozing in bed and him reading quietly next to me, or softly recounting some of his favorite memories from our years together.)