Driving Miss Norma

I recently (today) read a book called Driving Miss Norma. You may have already heard of it, or even seen her on television. I don’t do television news, Twitter, or Face Book. So things like this that everyone else thinks they know about sometimes escape me. (Note the self righteous tone I took there, whilst floundering in my little WordPress world)

I, of course, was instantly drawn in by the Michigan connection, Grand Rapids, and the Gerald Ford story. I am fond of my Michigan heritage.

This book I recommend as a manual for possible consideration at End of Life. Especially the part about treatment decisions.  I personally could have skipped some of the notoriety portion of Miss Norma’s experience, if it were me. But she seems to have thrived on it. I think Tim and Ramie felt the same way. I would rather have done the Baja part than the Atlanta Hawks thing. But it isn’t my story, it’s theirs.

Norma was fortunate to have someone who had the means and the lifestyle to spend this time with her. Not everyone could do this. But my biggest take away was the eschewing of corporate medicine for simple alternatives, trading in possibly some extended, low quality time for even a day or two of quality. In this case a whole year.

Had Norma opted for the program the first doctor proposed, she would have missed all of this, and likely been pretty miserable most days. Likely also fewer days. Who knows?

As we age, End of Life becomes an ever increasing part of our life, for obvious reason. But it also starts to weigh on us as the inevitable is made ever more apparent by the ones who volunteer to go first. I am grateful for their guidance.

Miss Norma’s guidance I am especially thankful for.