WHAT MY SONGS MEAN TO ME
My songs are momentary interludes that caress my soul.
My songs elevate the mundane and ordinary into something uplifting and ethereal.
My songs allow me to float away to another place.
My songs are stories and each one is unique. They are like “time machines” for me, and each song of mine transports me back to my youth.
My songs have music and words that came into my head and heart in a way that I do not completely understand. Sometimes the beauty of the process overwhelms me.
My songs soothe me and remove all elements of stress from my life.
My songs take away my pain. My songs might express anguish and sadness, but with the haunting melody all pain flows out of my heart.
My songs were something “heavy” before I was able to rediscover them this year. Now each song created represents “lightness.” The creation of a song leaves an empty space that will be filled with further creations that are possibly even more beautiful.
My songs are gifts. They were always there, and I was given a gift that I am simply sharing.
My songs allow me to express emotions through singing that are unlike any other form of expression. Most people understand emotions such as crying or laughing. However, the emotional expression of singing is unlike anything else for me.
When I sing my songs, I really do feel like my lyrics soar while my heart explodes!
My mom actually signed me up for ballet! Here I am in costume for a performance as “Raggedy Ann.”
I wondered how it would be perceived if I continued sharing my musical journey on this blog. People would be checking for updates about my mother’s condition. My passion for songwriting might seem inappropriate to share at such a critical time as my mother’s illness.
I decided that I don’t need to worry what anyone thinks of me!
Certainly, my mother’s condition is now in the forefront of my life. A year ago, when she was very ill, I was an empty shell.
Now, I am a completely, different person.
I feel different even down to the way I walk, and hear my own voice. Last year held an amazing transformation for me.
I want to inspire others to know that it is truly possible for a person to change in a relatively short amount of time!
I’ve learned from past challenges to follow my intuition and my heart. I accept whatever circumstances I must face.
I believe that because of music, my soul is invigorated and healthy.
I will always remember the grief in my life.
My scars are there. They are the reason that I have so much feeling for my music!
I love performing!
“Farewell”
I recorded Farewell as an instrumental, although it used to be a song I sung in high school as a goodbye to my choir friends.
Here is a link to my original story about this song:
MY FAREWELL TO MUSIC
The original lyrics for Farewell did not have perfect rhymes and wasn’t a good fit for me at this time in my life. For some reason, about a month ago I decided it might be interesting to reinvent Farewell as a completely, new song.
My first step was to transpose the chords into a lower key. It wasn’t difficult to do that, but certainly the guitar chords sounded different.
Farewell as an instrumental had a great chorus melody, but didn’t have a good melody for verses. The guitar arrangement was far too complicated to sing along with.
Last week, I began to play around with chord progressions to construct a melody for the verses. Although the song required a lot more work, I shared with Peaches the progress I had made on it.
It was today when I had a revelation that the lyrics for Farewell could be improved in a way that would be an “excellent fit” for me.
The song will become a “Farewell” to my mother.
Peaches Chrenko has been my vocal coach since May of last year. She teaches at Winnetka Park and used to teach my youngest son.
Below are lesson clips. Due to my mom’s illness, I did not share last week’s clips that were recorded before her fall. I’m sharing clips from my last two lessons because I find the process of a song “unfolding” fascinating for me.
If you are interested in songwriting feel free to get a glimpse into my world!
Lesson with Peaches about FAREWELL 12/29/10
Lesson with Peaches about FAREWELL 1/5/11
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The sign says, “It is okay for Shirley Goodman to leave her shoes on her feet at night. Lee Goodman, husband.”
“Last night and the shoes”
My father said he was looking everywhere; my mother only had one shoe. I sheepishly told him I had taken her broken shoe to be repaired.
He glared at me. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been turning this place upside down looking for it everywhere!”
Then he pointed to a sign on the wall. The sign said, “It is okay for Shirley Goodman to leave her shoes on her feet at night.”
I had no idea she loved those shoes that much. Later on, I planned to pick up her shoe with the Velcro repaired. Now she could wear it while sleeping tonight!
“This morning”
I was there again early when she opened her eyes. This was a good routine. Morning was an excellent time to visit with her and have special moments together.
She told me she had not had a good night because her coughing kept her awake. I knew exactly what she wanted. It was simple. She wanted her cough syrup given at regular intervals without having to ask for it. I made a mental note that I would find out about that.
My mother looked weak, thin, and very tired. She certainly was coughing a lot. I wondered whether I could convince a doctor to give her an antibiotic. The irony didn’t escape me. Every doctor’s felt I was hastening my mother’s death by refusing what was deemed life-saving surgery. Now that I signed her up for Hospice, how could I request an antibiotic?
I didn’t care if anyone felt it was foolish. It would be what my mother wanted for now!
My mom had immunity issues. For as long as I could remember, she had been prescribed antibiotics constantly to help her battle infections. Here she was at 86 and she had survived so many bouts of pneumonia!
My head spun into the thought that my initial premonition of her dying from pneumonia was now coming true. If this was where it was heading, I still hadn’t changed my mind about the surgery. She would have gotten this anyway after the surgery – I felt certain!
I remembered when she ended up on the respirator; she had a cough that quickly turned worse. Since those thoughts were not “helpful,” I decided to focus on something else to feel better.
I watched my mom as she enjoyed her breakfast, even though there were many moments when she didn’t make sense.
It was a very special moment when reminded her of a song I used to sing to her.
I wrote a song for my mother when I was six years old!
It turns out I was a younger songwriter than I thought. It’s almost embarrassing to write this, but here are the lyrics:
“Mommy is the best one in the whole world, best one, best one in the whole world. I love her, I love her; she is the best one in the whole world!“
Her caregiver, Miriam arrived. She washed my mom’s face and brushed her teeth. Once again, Miriam’s love and gentleness with my mother made me grateful beyond belief!
Miriam said to me, “Let me introduce you to the lady I told you about across the hall.”
And so it was that I met Sara. Sara told me she was ninety-eight-years old. She wanted me to record her words so I could share her message with my mother. She spoke loudly and said:
“Shirley, I want to tell you that I have two, broken hips! And they will not operate because I am too old. But I’m walking! I’m walking with a walker and sometimes I am walking by myself. And with a little patience I am sure that you are going to walk also. And we’re all rooting for you!”
Below is a link to this video at the site my oldest son created for his grandma on Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=154967831222108&subj=100001266767473
There was a sweet woman sitting next to Sara. She said she was a volunteer and her name was Lori. Lori told me that Sara was very exhilarated to have company. It was such a thrill for her that she was quivering in her bed from the excitement.
Sara was thrilled when I asked her if Lori could take a picture of her with me.
I decided to mention that I loved music and was a singer/songwriter. In fact, I asked Sara if she’d like to listen to music on my mother’s iPod. I went next door to my mother’s room and brought it to her.
I put on my wedding song, “Together.” Sara’s face glowed brighter than a light bulb. She said, “Where can I buy this?”
I told her, “It’s yours! Borrow it anytime and you can share it with my mother.”
My mom looked less tired now as I kissed her goodbye. I would come back later in the evening. I needed to go to Costco and then I would write.
Sara is 98 years old. She had two, broken hips that were not repaired by surgery. She still walks!
I wondered how the rest of the day might go for my mother.
I was writing this when I received a text message from her caregiver:
Judy, guess what? We put her in a wheelchair without pain and we are in the dining room. She’ll get lunch here with everybody. She’s really happy because it seems like nothing happened. I’m happy too!!!!
When I arrived in the evening, her cough was better and she was peacefully smiling when I came in.
My mother ended up having a fairly pain-free and productive day. I had made calls concerning her cough. Although I hadn’t heard about antibiotics, she received a breathing treatment.
It was almost bedtime. I showed my mom her shoe that I had repaired. She beamed with delight, however, my father only showed irritation. He said, “Trust me, she doesn’t need shoes – she’s not getting up to use the bathroom anymore!”
I ignored him.
I read my mom a few cards and stroked her hair. She was ready for bed. I told her I’d be there for her when she woke up in the morning.
I went across the hall to see Sara and to retrieve my mom’s iPod. I planned to take it home to charge it for her. Sara was very alert. She said, “I loved listening to your music so much! Thank you – I can’t wait to listen again tomorrow!”
Her smile was radiant, and I was impressed how she had managed to understand turning it off to save the battery!
My only worry today was when my mom’s caregiver, Miriam, told me my mom was up to her “old tricks” again. When Miriam left to get a cup of coffee, she came back to find my mom trying to get out of bed with one foot on the floor.
An alarm is not enough to prevent a fall. There are huge issues regarding restraints at her facility. Miriam said the most dangerous place of all for my mom was her new wheelchair. It turns out her new wheelchair does not have a seatbelt.
I spoke to the nursing supervisor before leaving tonight. She told me that in order to have a seatbelt, I would need to get a prescription from a doctor. I was amazed about that. I added it to my list of calls for tomorrow.
I was reassured that my mom would be frequently checked on at night and cushions would be placed around her bed.
My father is very close with my oldest son. He witnessed some terrible tantrums, but also witnessed my son’s amazing development and growth.
I tried to be patient and not push my doddering father along as he constantly stopped to do things on the way to my car.
I dropped him off to the shared home where he lived, which was part of the same facility as my mom. It was only ½ block away from where she was, but my father hated walking.
He lingered at my car. He said, “I’ve decided there is one reason I really want to live. There is something I really want to see.”
I asked him what it was. He told me. He wanted to see my oldest son graduate from college. This was what I told my father:
“Dad, I would love for you to live long enough to see my other, two children graduate also. There are miracles that you’ve witnessed and more every single day. You only have to look for them!”
It had been a long time since I had heard my father look forward to anything!
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My mom and I. Everyone wonders how come I’m so tall when she isn’t!
What does my website title really mean?
I grew up with a father who was a teacher and very obsessed with correct grammar. He said to me last week, “Can you change your blog’s title? It is incorrect. A journey cannot have insight; only a person can.”
I won’t go into my response to him. I have been impatient with my father and often I find myself annoyed with his critical nature!
However, I want to write about how I see myself and what purpose there is for me to share so much on my blog.
At this time in my life, I have the extraordinary challenge of dealing with my mother in a crisis situation. I have dealt with many crises before in my life, so this has actually been very familiar for me.
I am not being “courageous” to prove anything to anyone.
However, I see my writing as a way to share what it means to be human.
I want other people to know it is okay to follow their intuition!
From some of the messages I’ve received, there has been hindsight that extending a person’s life has not worked out so well in many cases.
For anyone that is new to reading my blog, I reconnected with Sam who is a doctor. The story about that can be told on the following link: #195 I REMEMBER THE FUN
Sam has been extremely “thought provoking” for me. Only a few weeks ago, he and I were corresponding about grief. It was very helpful for me to discover how much insight I had about the grief process, which I termed “an amputation of my soul.”
When I was writing on a prior post about why I opted for my mom not to have surgery, it was actually Sam that I was writing to. Initially, I didn’t feel the need to share his messages – only my response.
At this time, I am going to share his most recent message to me. I’m doing this because I want to give insight into the challenge I am facing every moment of my day!
Every single, medical professional I have come across in my daily interactions with my mother is in total agreement with Sam.
It is not easy to hear comments and encounter attitudes that are 100% against my decision for my mother not to have hip surgery.
I realize that I have an extraordinary ability to articulate my feelings.
That is why I’ve decided that I want to accept the challenge of defending my position.
I feel sad for anyone that is pressured to make decisions and cannot articulate their feelings!
My parents a few years ago.
On Jan 6, 2011, Sam wrote:
Hi Judy,
I actually ran into your mom’s orthopedic surgeon (which almost never happens) and discussed your Mom a bit…hope you don’t mind!
He confirmed for me that there is a definite fracture which he felt could be fixed and stabilized in a 30 minute operation…he does this all the time…hip fractures are unfortunately, too common in our older patients. He did not think that your Mom had medical issues that would make the surgery too dangerous. I asked him if he had ever had similar patients refuse to have a hip fracture repaired (your question). He told me that he had seen it once in seven years of practice, and that the patient had died a few weeks later (but don’t know other details).
I would agree that your decision is unusual, but not bizarre…you have explained your thinking well. What makes it unusual is that your Mom still has some quality in her life, but in deciding not to allow surgery, as you wrote, you “realize that your Mom is going to die sooner, and be immobile.” While you are right that you can’t simply apply pure logic to these situations, you can’t apply pure emotion either. If you don’t really care that “doctors think she could survive”, then you are applying pure emotion. I know that you have been burned badly a few times by medical statistics, but this is its own independent issue, and I wouldn’t let the past strongly influence your current thinking.
I think where we primarily differ, and correct me if I’m wrong, is that you believe that your Mom’s quality of life has deteriorated to the point that if something intervenes that could take her life…such as an untreated hip fracture…you’re OK with that and leaving it untreated. My view, on the other hand, is that she has enough quality (from what you’ve written and shown, and from what I observed) that it is still very reasonable to do basic medical procedures for her, such as insertion of a pacemaker or repair of her hip fracture. I’m not convinced that your current approach will result in less suffering or a better quality of life for her.
At any rate, I know that this is an agonizing decision for you, and I am sorry…Sam
Dear Sam,
While it might seem that my logic is “pure emotion” I think this issue comes down to whether there is an ability to control the destiny of death and dying.
As a doctor, your first concern is certainly to extend life.
con·trol n
ability or authority to manage or direct something
My experience with medical situations has certainly taught me about the fact that many things cannot be controlled. Another example for me about my own lack of control was this:
There was no way that I was able to prevent my mother from falling!
I had a premonition of it happening – I always knew she would eventually fall and break her hip.
Only a few weeks ago, I wrote about how she stood up while alone in the bathroom having a panic attack. I admonished her with, “Mom, you’re taking chances! If you fall and break your hip – do your realize how awful that would be?”
My decision is still about what would be the least amount of suffering for her.
Right now she is comfortable! I don’t think you realize that although I’m not a doctor, I’m certain she would die in the hospital with that surgery.
I don’t care what her surgeon tells me about her “chances.”
She does not want to physically go through surgery and hospitalization. That is enough for me!
Just because doctors tell me I’ll get “more time” with her by following their “experience,” I’ve decided not to rob her of her chance to leave this earth in a way that I deem more humane.
Therefore, although it seems inhumane to not “fix her” – I’m going to allow her to have quality time with her family with what time she has left.
Sam, she has irreversible dementia. With surgery, that situation will be exacerbated and her fear and panic will overwhelm her. She doesn’t have the will to go through that!
I love my mom too much to try to extend her life so she might have a few more “picture taking” moments!
Right now, I have those same moments and she is happy.
I appreciate that you are helping me to be certain about my decision. I realize you truly care about me from your message – and I thank you.
Judy
Here I am looking a bit awkward and stiff as a 4th grader.
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My parents. This photo was taken for a brochure from their facility.
An email message explaining why I didn’t want my mom to have surgery to repair her broken hip:
I really don’t see her surviving the surgery, but if she had the will to go through it than I would allow it.
However, what if she doesn’t have the will? She was very, very unhappy over the latter part of this year – that is actually what led to her falling. In a 24-hour day, there might be joy at the prospect of seeing her family. But it was a few minutes compared to the many hours where she couldn’t see, hear, or function very well.
She has lucid moments and I know she understands. I’ve asked her about having hip surgery and she has told me “no” consistently. I know she is aware of the implications since she loved being able to do things for herself. The reality of her situation is very sad for her, I’m sure.
My father’s opinion is very resolute, which is another issue. There are no crystal balls. Look at what Zsa Zsa Gabor is going through.
Why is this so rare? I am being told that no one refuses this surgery. Aren’t there other people in the world who are not candidates for surgery at 86? Also, are there levels of “broken?” My mom’s fracture was not visible to the ER doctor. I believe that it is broken – no doubt, but is it possible it’s not as severe as a “shattered hip?”
Even though it’s painful for me to defend my position, it has actually helped me have more clarity about it by explaining it.
There is no crystal ball, but the main issue here is that there are two, potentially bad outcomes!
The fact that this decision is “so radical” is what really pains me. I am told that they have never seen any patient refuse to have this “repair done.”
I have weighed both outcomes and the surgery (although it gives her “a chance”) is what I actually believe is the worse outcome for her. Remember, I had a lot of experience with what my mom had to go through after her last surgery. I believe she will suffer far more with surgery.
It was not just a fluke that she ended up on the respirator. I don’t care if doctors think she could survive. My experience is that with statistics, there are always those that fall into the low percentiles. Of course, I am sad that my son died when I was told the odds were 95% he would survive his surgery.
I know the odds are horrible with my mom not having surgery – that’s what makes it so hard!
I’m looking at this as following my parents’ wishes and I want her to be comfortable. I think that’s my goal now.
Even with my parents’ mental decline – I think they both appreciate that I have given validity to their decisions. I cannot honestly say that they are not thinking clearly about this.
The last shred of dignity is almost gone for my father and he feels so excluded by doctors in general.
I sure understand how much he loves my mom and how he also understands the implications of this. If I reversed his decision against surgery – I would in essence, be destroying my father, too.
Trust me. It has been agonizing to make a decision like this.
Is my “courage” to not follow doctors’ recommendations that bizarre and unusual? I am getting a lot of feedback from many people who wish they had followed their heart in a situation like this.
“The Shoes”
It was early in the morning when I came into my mom’s room. She was sleeping soundly, so I sat next to her bed and listened to music. The ache in my soul diminished as my melodies enveloped me with comfort.
In the darkness, I could see her shoes. I felt sad seeing them and remembered our shopping outing when we bought them. She loved those shoes, and now they weren’t going to be worn. They were still almost new.
The nurses told me that my mom fell because she heard her roommate call for help – my mom was worried and couldn’t wait until someone came.
Later on, I found out that the shoe inserts she insisted on had caused her to slip. When she fell, her foot slid and the Velcro also broke.
I put the broken shoe in my purse; I decided I would have it repaired. I wanted her to have her favorite shoes back to wear again someday.
“Facing the pain”
My mom woke up and I held her hand. We talked for a while. I could see that she had lost a lot of weight; her boniness was very apparent. As I fed her, she ate her breakfast with pleasure. She also finished a carton of milk and a cup of coffee.
Although she was confused at moments, she was also very aware. I explained to her about Hospice. Last night, I signed the papers to allow for her to receive their services.
She told me, “You know, there are times when we have no choice about our situation.” I knew what she meant.
Her medication was brought. I was told she was receiving a narcotic for pain. She wasn’t supposed to receive stronger pain medication unless she was in terrible pain – no one was listening to me!
Only the night before I had told her doctor that I did not want any narcotic medication given without my permission.
I looked at my mom and saw she was smiling. I didn’t want to lose her presence to a drug! If she was not in terrible pain, this didn’t make sense.
I went to speak with the nursing supervisor. For the umpteenth time I was told, “Your mom needs to move and with her pain she won’t be able to. She absolutely needs narcotics.”
I was direct. I said, “I have seen the effect of narcotics on her more times than you can imagine! My mom will have no motivation and no awareness. Let her try, and see what movement she is capable of first – it has only been five days since her fall!”
The nursing supervisor looked at me with disdain and said, “Why don’t you stick around and we’ll move her. You’ll see what I mean.”
I wondered if I was going to cause my mother pain in order for this woman to prove her point.
My mom’s wonderful caregiver, Miriam, arrived. I watched as Miriam stroked my mother’s neck and gave her such loving attention. Once again, I was grateful for following my heart in hiring her. Initially, both my mother and father needed to be convinced. Now, they were reliant on Miriam.
She was someone who turned out to be the greatest gift in my life at this time.
Miriam looked at me and said, “You know, if she is moved gently – she will be fine. I know it.”
Only this morning, I was happy to see a special wheelchair that reclined outside my mother’s room.
Two nurses came in. They looked strong and confident as they assisted my mother into standing position from her bed. She stood on her good leg and was rotated to sit down into the wheelchair. For a brief second she moaned and then she was sitting still.
A few minutes earlier, my older brother arrived. We both clutched each other and savored our amazement.
I exclaimed, “Mom, can you believe it? You’re in a wheelchair!”
I couldn’t believe my ears when my mother said, “This morning I thought I was in the ground!”
My mother had a sense of humor!
I asked my mother if she had any pain. She said, “Not really; I’m okay.”
Miriam gently covered her with a blanket. As her wheelchair was pushed along the hall, residents and nurses called out her name and came to see her. Her pleasure was quite evident. My mother had not given up. She didn’t like being in her room and the idea of going in the wheelchair thrilled her.
Her gaunt face was frozen with a slight grimace as she smiled. We passed the nursing station and I glared at the supervisor who told me she wouldn’t be able to handle being moved without drugs.
I wondered if this could be the beginning of a possible recovery. My mother survived being on a respirator; maybe I had underestimated her. Perhaps, movement would get easier for her.
She stayed in the wheelchair until lunch. That was three hours.
No narcotics yet. I was right about that.
This was taken four years ago.
Text message from her caregiver, Miriam:
Judy, I just want to tell u something. I met a lady next door to your mom’s room. She said that she had 2 broken hips they didn’t operate on her and she is walking. I feel so hopeful about your mom. It’s okay for you to meet the lady too, and u can talk to her.
Another picture for a facility brochure. I almost never see my father smile anymore.
“My Father”
I haven’t written much about my father.
His depression has been so deep. Although he doted on my mother, his grouchy demeanor often left her in tears. I found myself defending him even though I had trouble with his grouchiness, too!
My mother missed him this morning. I called him. He said, “I can barely walk. I don’t want to fall apart and be a burden for you. That’s why I didn’t visit your mother this morning.”
“Dad, can you at least say good morning to mom?” He grudgingly obliged.
My father has been struggling. He has been angry. He had a car accident when he drove to the hospital to see my mom after her fall a year ago. After that, his license was revoked.
He has taken four driving tests as an attempt to reinstate his license.
There are five attempts for the behind-the-wheel test, which are allowed. Each time my father failed, he was certain he could have passed if he had another chance. He requested a provisional license that would allow him to only drive surface streets within a ten-mile radius. That allowed for him to have a better chance at passing.
He told me, “If I could drive again, it would change my life!”
I wondered about that. I knew his dependence was like poison for him. He loved living in a shared house, away from the nursing situation that my mom was in.
I am certain my father will allow himself to die of an illness rather than seek treatment someday!
Today was a big day for my father. He had an appointment for his fifth and final driving test.
My phone rang. My dad just informed me that he passed his driving test!
PHONE MESSAGE TO ME FROM MY DAD
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