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A blog about aging, spirituality and aging, honoring our aging, physical and psychological aspects of aging, healthy aging, gifts of aging, transforming the culting of aging and aging services, ageism, and quality of life in later years,
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November 13 Sister Nicholas Hinkes 1966. Age 93
This is what greeted me yesterday morning as I looked at our Congregational “Pilgrim Book” which lists birthdays, feast days and death anniversaries of our Sisters. I know that I always smile a bit each November 13, noting Sister Nicholas’ death anniversary. We had a ‘history’.
During my two years of initial formation before my novitiate,
each Sunday afternoon (weather permitting) we postulants and candidates went
over to St. Joseph’s Hall, our “infirmary” with an assignment. Janet Griffin
and I were assigned to Sister Nicholas.
We helped her into her wheelchair and made our way outside. Janet and I
wheeled Sister Nicholas over to our beautiful Lourdes Grotto with its flowerbed
of roses nearby. We often walked the path of the outdoor Stations of the
Cross. After an hour or so each Sunday,
we would make our way with Sister back to her room.
Sister was an amputee and her getting into a wheelchair with
only one leg took some maneuvering. I remember Sister’s eyes big with
apprehension while Janet and I helped her into her wheelchair, and until she
was carefully, safely seated.
What did we talk about? I don’t remember. I do know that
neither Janet nor I ever asked her about her earlier life, ministry, community
experiences, or the family she left in Germany.
As I looked at her notice yesterday morning, I realized that she knew Mother
St. Andrew, was just a young woman in her late 20s when Mother St. Andrew came
home from her patriarchally imposed exile. Oh, how I wish I had asked her for
stories about Mother St. Andrew! It is a
regret that won’t go away.
There is another reason I smile and it is in recognition of
and gratitude for the intentional intergenerational relationships these Sunday
afternoons provided. I am reminded of a
workshop I attended some years ago when the speaker asked us to share the first time we ever went into a nursing home. I told the group it was when I was in my
40s and my parents were moving from their home into a nursing home. But I had
to correct myself. I remembered Sister
Nicholas. I remembered the times we Junior Sisters took our hour keeping vigil
with dying Sisters. “Wait,” I told the workshop speaker. “My first visit to a
nursing home was when I was a teenager.
It was at our convent, but I didn’t think of it as a nursing home
because it was home; it was part of our convent home. The Sisters were part of
our home.”
“We
have produced our own narrative of diminishment.”
Sister Tere Maya, CCVI, addressed our
Congregational Assembly this past June and among the riches of her presentation
was the sentence repeated in this post’s title.
Several years ago, our Congregation was
engaged in a strategic plan process which engaged the membership in very rich,
participative committee work. One committee within that process was the
Viability Committee. At our very first meeting, a Sister with the appropriate
professional background had graphs and charts of Congregational
demographics. You know what I’m talking
about, the same kind of charts we see from CARA that show smaller and smaller
numbers and a higher and higher median age across Religious Institutes in the
U.S.
After a short presentation, committee member
Sister Maria Carolina expressed her discontent with the material. “I don’t want to see just these figures. They
don’t show us where our Congregational vitality is or where the potential is for
deeper life among us.” I warmed to that response
and that perspective immediately!
Sister Maria Carolina’s response gives
voice to concern about a fallacy too easily succumbed to when we look at
numerical data. Jay Wellons, M.D., in
his medical memoir1 illustrates this well in a story he tells of his
mentor, Dr. Miller, a pediatric general surgeon and professor. This doctor had
removed thousands of coins from children’s stomachs or air passageways throughout
his pediatric practice. Miller kept each coin and catalogued them. He tabulated
his data and determined which coin was most commonly involved. They were coins from the Denver mint. “Beware those Denver coins”, he would tell his
students, then continuing his lecture, making the point that statistics can easily be misused
to find a “meaningless answer.”
Miller is not alone. LCWR, in its work
on the emerging future of religious life has, in the persons of Sister Ann
Munley IHM and Sister Carol Zinn SSJ, given similar responses when presenting
those CARA graphs to LCWR members. Both of these women encourage participants to
look beyond the figures, not stopping at the numbers. What other ideas, issues, questions do those
figures raise, these Sisters ask us.
In my own reflections, I ask, “What is
the challenge of smaller numbers and a higher median age? How is it viewed? As a threat or an
opportunity? And however we see the data, to what actions, to what new mindset do they call us ?
I don’t have a clear answer to those
questions, but I am so eager to engage with others about them. It’s hard
because, I believe, it is so difficult to make the mental turn away from the
prevailing social and cultural constructs. It is hard to unlearn that bigger is
better, and that young is good and old is bad.
That’s what our western culture tells us, what it has instilled in each
of us since our toddler years.
But a countercultural perspective is
precisely the prophetic witness that we women religious are called to live and
witness in this time. It will be realized through prayer, long and frequent
communal conversations, deep listening, sharing our dreams and daring to
act. For me as a Sister of Divine
Providence, it is also daring to trust God’s Abundant Providence with abandon!
We live into the future by how we live
the present. Through God’s Providence, “We
are the ones; we are enough.”
1Wellons, J. M.D. All that Moves Us: A
Pediatric Neurosurgeon, His Young Patients, and Their Stories of Grace and
Resilience. New York: Random House, 2022
I share here a post from "Being Heard" from blogger Sonya Barsness, a friend and ally in working to transform the culture of nursing homes.
Sonya if not only right on target in this post, but makes her point in a very creative style of writing. Enjoy this two-minute read here .
A friend "sent a notice of a book she thought might interest us. It is 'Embracing Age: How Catholic Nuns Became Models of Aging Well' by Anna Corwin, published by Rutgers Press.
What word are you inclined to pair with aging?
Some very common pairings may come to mind because we hear them frequently from retreat directors, university professors, noted writers and/or presenters, even consultants to religious communities. The following often-heard pairings come to mind quickly for me:
Aging and diminishment
Aging and loss
Aging and decline
Aging and illness
Aging and poor health
Aging and letting go
Just this morning I read an article by a Sister who stated her age as 57. The thesis of her piece was that as we age, we should acknowledge that we will be moving on from employment to retirement for one reason or another, and that we should do so "with grace".
The author gave several examples of signs that tell her, "I really am getting old." She notes trouble with her knee and hip; a loss in her hearing acuity; her need for trifocals. She ends that listing by noting, "I can still do everything I used to do, but I do notice I'm slowing a bit."
Our culture has oppressed us with the social construct of equating aging with decline. I would say to this Sister, "With your 57 years of life, 57 years of experience, what do you experience within yourself beyond the physical changes that you note?" I can imagine Sister could tell me of her long-term, meaningful friendships she has garnered over the years, both inside her community and beyond, and how they have enriched her life. She would acknowledge the deepened skills, insights and nuances of navigating her ministerial role as a high school classroom teacher that only years and experience can provide. She might be aware that because of her life experiences, she reads a novel, or the newspaper, or a biography with much more insight than she was capable of twenty or thirty years ago.
Gene Cohen, in his book, "The Mature Mind: The Power of the Aging Brain" depends on years of research around aging to reach his conclusion that we must turn our present paradigm of aging on its head! Cohen doesn't just give us a "positive" view of aging, in the sense that what he says is said to make us feel good. Yes, it does make us feel good. The important factor is that his work and his conclusions are based on data!
Another Sister spoke about aging in my reading this morning. She sees with a different lens, not the social construct of aging and decline. Sister Mercedes L. Casas Sanchez, FSpS , of Mexico, addressed the Leadership Conference of Women Religious in August and her comments included this: The nuns (and it applies to every old person) "walk like trees loaded with fruit, bent over with fruitfulness."
In a post some months ago, I introduced my readers to Pogo. The pictures accompanying the post showed one Sister after another, each with a warm smile, interacting with or just appreciating Pogo.
What I did not include in that post was a little more
information about Pogo himself. I didn't remark that Pogo is an old dog. And
another thing, Pogo has only three legs.
He's crippled. When he was still a puppy, he was hit by a vehicle,
necessitating the amputation of his right leg at the hip. When he was adopted
from the shelter, Pogo had already lost that leg.
Are those harsh words, not-to-be-used words, 'old', and
'crippled'?
The word crippled is considered offensive because it
describes, Pogo in this case, in terms of his limitations or disability. It is
an ableist term. Ableism discriminates against persons with physical limitations in favor of able-bodied
persons.
Of itself, the word old is neutral, neither offensive nor
unwarranted in its use for a person or, in this case, Pogo who has lived a long
time. It is society's view of old age that make this word unacceptable in the
eyes of some. You know, the attitude
that 'old is bad and young is good' screamed to us in our culture every day
through every possible medium.
If one would ask any of the Sisters about Pogo, I daresay
that, to a person, the response would be an immediate smile and some words of
affection for that little dog, that little dog that brings so much joy and
happiness. Not a single person would say, for example, "Oh, that poor dog.
He's old, you know. And he is crippled.
He just needs to be someplace where somebody can take care of him. The poor
thing. It's really sad --- old and
crippled."
The universal outlook is to see and experience Pogo first
and foremost for his strengths, his lovability and the joy and the richness he
brings to all he meets. Not a bad perspective! Why don't we react the same way
about old people? Do we first and
foremost see "decline" and lock our view of old people into that
terrible, negative little prison?
There is a growing awareness among thought leaders in the
aging services profession that it is a much more valid and certainly a
healthier, life-giving perspective to see older adults in their communities
first in terms of their strengths and their gifts. Prior to the sheet in the
medical record that lists diagnoses and comorbidities should be a sheet with
the narrative of the gifts and strengths which that person brings to the
community. How will their gifts, talents, skills and passion contribute to a more
vibrant community? And how will the community provide an environment that
encourages and facilitates the use of those gifts?
Jill Vitale-Aussem is one such thought leader. She is quite
passionate and articulate around this concept of recognizing and honoring
strengths in older adults. Moments ago,
I stepped away from my blog and went to check my Facebook news. By God's
Providence (no coincidence!) Jill had just posted a piece on this very topic of
seeing and honoring the gifts that older adults bring and want to utilize. Jill
writes about a letter she had gotten from a woman who had moved from her
community to another State. In that letter, the writer shared with Jill her
memories of life in that retirement community. Spoiler Alert! The woman did not talk about all the fine
services available to her in this retirement community. She wrote about the joy
and sense of contentment that comes from having purpose and meaning in life --
yes, even in a retirement community.
It is less than a two-minute read, and you can find it here.
Meet Pogo
Pogo lives in a happy convent home on our motherhouse campus with Sister Bernadette. Pogo spreads happiness much beyond that one household, however, when Sister Bernadette takes Pogo over to the main convent building to visit the Sisters who live there. See for yourself!
It is trite to reiterate the fact that animal
companions bring us joy, or to point to the voluminous research documenting the
psychological and physiological benefits bestowed on us humans by non-human
animal companions.
But I don't write about that today. I show the joy Pogo brings to my Sisters, the gift that Pogo is.
In my next post, I offer a few other thoughts about Pogo and those who love him within the context of how unconscious social constructs influence our responses.
Unil then --
Thank you, Pogo, for being who you are and for what you have always and continue to bring to all those you meet. You are so loved!
In the effort to keep nursing home residents safe, there have been strict guidelines resulting in -- 7 months now -- of isolation, or these older adults being confined to their rooms. Period. The results of this prolonged isolation show themselves in the physical, mental and emotional decline. The link to both a video and the printed transcript of the 3-minute news clip illustrates this in the stark reality that it is.
For those who have appointed or elected authority for the care of their Sisters, these months have been very stressful with a full focus on "keeping our Sisters safe". That sense of safety and security also applies to one's sense of well-being, of being connected with others, of finding joy and comfort in what the day brings. It is a tall order to fill in this time, but that does not lessen the mandate that care must go beyond physical well-being. It is stated well in the words of a beloved labor song, "Bread and Roses" -- "Hearts starve as well as bodies. Give us bread but give us roses too."
The link to the video is here