Moments at the intersection of grief and celebration
Living through these 2 responses after the death of friends and family
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This has been quite the week. I can sum it up in one word: grief, which must be one of the most unpredictable emotions we experience.
When I was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (IPF) in January 2017, I made a conscious decision to “be positive in all things.” I wrote those words in a block of capital letters in my journal, and I believe I’ve done well in staying true to them.
Unfortunately, grief has shown up at points on my journey. I expect it to show up every year as Mother’s Day approaches, since my mother passed away on Thanksgiving Day 2020. While I think of her every day and celebrate her on Mother’s Day, I still feel grief. She was my biggest fan and prayed that I’d receive a lung transplant. She passed away about eight months before I got one, thanks to a gift from an unknown donor.
Being part of the pulmonary fibrosis community can also be a catalyst for experiencing grief. I’ve mourned the passing of friends whom I’ve met along my journey. Sadly, this past week brought another loss, squarely in the days approaching Mother’s Day.
I met Keith and Lorna Boyle about four years ago, when the three of us became members of the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation (PFF) Ambassador Class of 2020. Keith and I were both IPF patients; Lorna was a caregiver. Keith’s diagnosis was in March 2017, less than two months after mine.
Shortly after the ambassador announcement, the three of us were scheduled to meet in person at the PFF meeting in Chicago. Our class, however, was formed during the COVID-19 lockdowns, so our Chicago gathering and training were shifted to Zoom meetings. I knew Keith and Lorna from those events; they had unmistakable British accents even though they lived in Southern California.
The ambassador assignments could mean we’d speak to a support group, a class of future medical professionals, or a medical conference. I didn’t meet Keith and Lorna in person until last year, at the PFF Summit in Orlando, Florida, that November.
A patient advocate’s contributions
Keith shared his journey openly. In addition to his role as an ambassador, he was active on social media, especially in groups dedicated to pulmonary fibrosis. He was quick with words of encouragement for those new to the journey as well as seasoned veterans.
Meeting Keith and Lorna in person went exactly as I’d expected. Keith was larger than life, yet I felt we’d known each other for most of our lives. He gave me a coin commemorating lung transplantation. I keep it on my desk.
Keith’s journey took an abrupt turn on April 22. He entered the intensive care unit at a local hospital to be stabilized so he could be transferred to his care team at the University of California, Los Angeles.
But despite the extraordinary efforts of his care team there, Keith passed away last week.
He made a difference for others. He didn’t let this disease stop him from living. In fact, he and Lorna set out by car to see the country. He shared his patient experience while on this journey.
With perhaps the exception of Lorna, I don’t know if anyone can know the number of lives Keith touched during his time with IPF. He made a difference for the community.
Grief is an individualized emotion. For my part, I prefer to celebrate a life well lived. I celebrate my mother each year as Mother’s Day approaches. I wanted to share a little about the life that Keith Boyle led in hopes that you’ll join me in celebrating his life and all that he gave to the PF community.
Like Keith, I want to make every breath count.
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Comments
Debbie Klein
Beautifully stated, Sam! Like you, I finally got to meet Lorna and Keith at Summit and heard their “story”. Had I never know them, I wouldn’t be grieving - the flip flop of knowing/loving is grieving. So today, I’ll accept the grieving because I feel fortunate to have met both of them.
Samuel Kirton
Hi Debbie,
Thanks for reading my column and your memories of Keith. We and many others were blessed to have known Keith.
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Karen Carns
Thank you Sam for another enlightening message; this one on Keith Boyle. We, too, were on many support groups with Keith and Lorna, and met in person in Orlando last November. They were lights in the darkness of this disease and always positive, encouraging, and hopeful for everyone! Grief is a tough subject and time in the life of each of us, and we all handle it differently. I think of my parents often and am thankful for the life they gave me, the experiences they allowed me to have, and the encouragement to be the best I could be. Probably sounds like your mother.
Again, thanks for the tribute to Keith!
Samuel Kirton
Hi Karen and Jim,
Thanks for reading my column and your memories of Keith. Keith lived his best life!
Sam ...
Maggi Liebig
Lovely Post and nice way to remember a dear friend to us as ambassadors.
Thank you.
Samuel Kirton
Hi Maggi,
Thanks for reading my column and your comment. Keith will be missed.
Sam...
Demeshia Montgomery
I'm so sorry for your loss! This article about your friend and is wife is a beautiful way of showing just how you feel!
Samuel Kirton
Hi Demeshia,
Thanks for reading my column. Keith was on the panel with you at the PFF Summit in Orlando.
Sam ...
R. Chris LaReau
73 now, I was diagnosed with IPF in November, 2017 after knowing I was far more short of breath than I should have been and mostly walking, instead of running, the Savannah Half Marathon. Told our family physician, something's wrong. Xray, CTScan, lung biopsy, Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. Pirfenidone has been working for me to keep this disease, at least for the most part, at bay. I'm on oxygen overnight for a year now but hold my own as long as I pace myself through the day. Plenty of rest breaks. It's the mental aspect that's been more prevalent. Anxiety, depression. My mind nearly always in some degree of a "fog". I wondered, how old was your friend? Was it an acute exacerbation that brought on his death for which I am truly sorry. This is one very awful disease.
Samuel Kirton
Chris,
Thanks for reading my column and for your comments. He was 65 and this was the result of an exacerbation.
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