In the Midst of Life

think you will catch death off me if you come too close? Even my family can’t mention the subject. If I try to speak of my dying to my mother, she changes the subject. Does she think I’m morbid or unnatural to think about death, when it’s with me every minute of every day? Do you know, she even put an article in the paper, advertising my leukaemia, and asking people to send me “Happy Sweet Sixteen” birthday cards. Hundreds of silly cards came to the hospital, all from strangers.’
    She held up her frail arms to her spellbound audience, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes bright. ‘I don’t
want
silly meaningless cards. All I want is someone who understands what I am going through, who shows me they want to be with me, and who can tell me what is going to happen when the time comes for me to die.’
    Linda was exhausted, so Elisabeth wheeled her back to her bed, and when she returned to the auditorium something had happened to the students. They were sitting absolutely still, in stunned, almost reverential silence. Some had been moved to tears. Elisabeth knew that no further words were needed. The girl had said it all.
    The impact Linda had on the students quickly resonated throughout the University Hospital, and when she died, her short life had not been in vain, because the lessons she taught on that memorable day became a new teaching in the medicalworld.
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    Elisabeth was asked to conduct more seminars in the same way, by interviewing dying patients in public lectures. Over the next five years, hundreds of people volunteered. The auditorium was always packed, and a larger venue had to be found. It was a completely new departure in medical teaching. Some said it was exploitative of vulnerable people, others that it was tasteless and unnecessary. Indeed, most of her colleagues were hostile to what she was doing, and her audience was mostly made up of medical and theology students, nurses, paramedics of all disciplines, sociologists, priests, rabbis and counsellors.
    Elisabeth became a powerful lecturer. There was something about her that was magnetic. Perhaps it was the sincerity of her passion and conviction, mingled with a waspish wit and pithy humour; perhaps it was her ruthless honesty. Who can say, exactly? But whatever it was, with her incisive attack, and cut-glass delivery, she made a tremendous impact.
    Her fame began to spread, and in 1969 Macmillan Publishing asked her to write a book. Her mind was so full of the mental, emotional and spiritual needs of dying people, that she completed the book in two months. When it was finished, she realised that it was exactly the kind of work she had hoped to find in the university library when she was researching her first lecture.
    On Death and Dying
is still considered to be the master text on the psychology of the subject. It is required reading at medical and nursing schools and is recommended reading for most graduate schools of psychiatry, analytical psychology, theology and sociology.
    On Death and Dying
is such an extraordinary book that it would be futile for me to try to describe it; such an attempt would only distort and diminish it. It is written with passion – and a depth of understanding that could never be summarised. The best advice I can give anyone is to read it for yourself, and to read between the lines as well as the words on the page. It is written in beautiful English, easy to understand, by a psychiatrist who has studied in depth the mental turmoil that goes on in the human mind as the knowledge of impending death draws closer. It is full of insights into our thought process – shock, disbelief, anger, fear, depressionand loneliness. Hope is explored, and the meaning and purpose of life. Most important of all, is the final reconciliation and acceptance. The integrity of the work is indisputable, because much of it has been taken from the public lectures or interviews she gave with dying patients – all of which were recorded by the hospital authorities. Some of the accounts are so moving it is scarcely possible to read without tears. And virtually all of them hold up a mirror in which we can see ourselves, and our loved ones, in the final chapter of life.
    By 1980, medical science predicted that within a couple of decades doctors would be able to conquer all disease. Then, in 1981, a brief paragraph in the American Morbidity Report referred to the death of forty-two young men in New York from an unknown disease that