Freeheld (2007)

Detective Lieutenant Laurel Hester spent 25 years investigating tough cases in Ocean County, New Jersey, protecting the rights of victims and putting her life on the line. She had no reason to expect that in the last year of her life, after she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, that her final battle for justice would be for the woman she loved.

The documentary film "Freeheld" chronicles Laurel's struggle to transfer her earned pension to her domestic partner, Stacie Andree. With less than six months to live, Laurel refuses to back down when her elected officials - the Ocean County Freeholders -deny her request to leave her pension to Stacie, an automatic option for heterosexual married couples. The film is structured chronologically, following both the escalation of Laurel's battle with the Freeholders and the decline of her health as cancer spreads to her brain.

As Laurel's plight intensifies, it spurs a media frenzy and a passionate advocacy campaign. At the same time, "Freeheld" captures a quieter, personal story: that of the deep love between Laurel and Stacie as they face the reality of losing each other. Alternating from packed public demonstrations at the county courthouse to quiet, tender moments of Laurel and Stacie at home, "Freeheld" combines tension-filled political drama with personal detail, creating a nuanced study of a grassroots fight for justice.

About Freeheld.

Trailer.

I saw this documentary recently.  It is less than 1/2 the length of the Hollywood version and much better.  It deals with domestic partnerships and death and dying; and is somewhat relevant to gay marriage, too.  Bottom line.  A moving documentary that is worth the time.

Deciding About Dying

This is a meaningful essay in the NY Times by Susan Gubar, a woman living with metastatic ovarian cancer.  She speaks from her heart, from "being there."

It begins with this memorable sentence: "We know little about death, after all: There are no survivors to tell the tale. But we do know something about dying."

Why Are Doctors Afraid of The Word “Death”?

If death is seen as the last enemy of medicine, then doctors will lose every time. The human mortality rate continues to hold steady at 100 percent and shows no signs of changing. Our next medical innovation — the acceptance of our mortality — will not come as a technical solution to a scientific problem. It will have to be a more human approach to a deep mystery of every life — the mystery of being mortal.

This is an excerpt from a fine article in The Washington Post: Why Are Doctors Afraid of The Word "Death" that was sent to us by Karen Gunderscheimer of Williamstown, Massachusetts.

The Lonely Death of George Bell

Apartment of George Bell after his unattended death in 2014

This is a poignant article that appeared in the Sunday, October 18, 2015 New York Times.  It covers many aspects of death and dying and, although it is overlong, it is rewarding to read.

They found him in the living room, crumpled up on the mottled carpet. The police did. Sniffing a fetid odor, a neighbor had called 911. The apartment was in north-central Queens, in an unassertive building on 79th Street in Jackson Heights.

George Bell, a life-long bachelor, died unattended at age 72 in Queens, New York.  If you make it through this article you will learn much and have much to ponder.

Deborah Alecson writes: This is a remarkable piece of investigative reporting that starts with the smell of death from within an apartmant to the life of a man, George Bell, who died ultimately alone amongst accumulated clutter and filth.  We also learn about the "players" involved in this kind of death from the people who rummage through his belongings for important documents and for clues of people in his circle, to the handling of his body and its final cremation.  This is a deeply human story placed in the heart of what a "death system" is in our urban culture.

The Letters on this article are also worth reading.

Grim Reaper

New Yorker October 6, 2015

When it comes to end-of-life care, perhaps we do need a bigger hammer

 by Richard Sontheimer.

While sitting one evening with my terminally ill elderly mother, she again asked me to help her end her suffering.  This time it was, “Could you just go get the hammer and hit me in the head?” Her previous requests had included “Son, you are a doctor, can’t you do something to help me with this?”  And then, “They treat animals better than this.”

On previous occasions, I had to remind my mom that we lived in one of the 48 states in the USA that does not have a death-with-dignity euthanasia law.  Her response was, “Then can you move me to Oregon or Washington?”

Rick Sontheimer is an old friend of mine.  His article is well-written, deep and important.  You can access it at Kevinmd.com.

Escape From the Land of the Pink Bibs

This is the story of Narcy Houle’s father, a highly respected orthopedic surgeon, developed Alzheimer’s.  During the course of the disease, he broke his hip. One day when we visited him at the nursing center, about six months after his accident, we found him sitting in a row of patients all wearing pink bibs, left on after they had finished eating. Like the others, his head was bent toward his lap; though his eyes were open, they were not focused on anything. His shoulders slouched, like a rag doll’s, and his mouth hung slightly ajar.

What he needed was a geriatrician.  Most health care professionals have had little to no training in the care of older adults. Currently, 97 percent of all medical students in the United States do not take a single course in geriatrics.

Recent studies show that good geriatric care can make an enormous difference.  Older adults whose health is monitored by a geriatrician enjoy more years of independent living, greater social and physical functioning and lower presence of disease. In addition, these patients show increased satisfaction, spend less time in the hospital, exhibit markedly decreased rates of depression and spend less time in nursing homes.

See:  An Aging Population, Without the Doctors to Match by Marcy Cottrell Houle (NY Times, September 23, 2015)