Reflecting on how Western Ireland shares and accepts death can be a valuable lesson for us. In County Mayo where my grandmother was born, death is held differently from our rather long suffering painful denial and hushed avoidance.
A NUMBER OF YEARS AGO, I was admitted to the hospital for a five day regimen of chemotherapy. The unit I was assigned to had patients who were seriously ill and with few exceptions were bedridden. I saw a lot of suffering. It was emotionally intense for me to see this and I was glad for the rare patient who was discharged.