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B Wednesday, June 9, 2010 EDITORIAL and OPI qlON Bulletin, Progressive, Record, Reporter EDITORIAL Participation is key to a good fair-- and a healthy you Exhibit guides are now available for the 2010 Plumas-Sierra County Fair. Guides may be found at numerous outlets around town: schools, banks, libraries and post offices. You may also get one at the fair office at the fair- grounds in Quincy or download all or part of it online at plumas-sierracountY- The theme for this year's fair is "Bales, Tails and Happy Trails." You have a little over a month to enter for most categories -- deadline is 5 p.m. Wednes- day, July 14. The fair begins receiving entries Thursday, Aug. 5. We encourage you to fred a category that ap- peals to you and enter! The fair is only as good as we make it. Participation is the key to mak- ing the fair a vibrant cultural event, ff you haven't looked at the exhibit guide, you might be surprised by the number and variety of cat- egories you can enter. (Who knew you could enter poetry?) Although an essential part of the fair, the event is not just about livestock. Here at Feather Publishing we haye a tradi- tion of supporting te local fair. Our employ- ees have won a bevy of blue ribbons, mostly in home arts, but we've also had winners in oth- er categories. We'll be there in force again this year. Still not convinced it's wo1h the effort? Consider this: recent research in neuro- science suggests that "good, old-fashioned handiwOrk" can help ease depression. According to brain scan data, hands-on work triggers a kind of"effort-driven reward circuit," stimulating parts of the brain con- nected not only with rewards and emotions, but also with higher reasoning (anticipation, planning and problem solving). It doesn't mat- ter what craft you choose, all long as you find it engaging and absorbing. So do something good for yourself and your cc::nmunity -- start planning now for your f ir entry. If nothing in the, ap peals to you, consider putting together an en- try for the fair parade. You'll feel better and, who knows, you may even earn bragging rights. We have had an overwhelming response to our Where in the World feature. Folks have been sending us pictures of themselves with one of our local papers at spots around the globe. We now have a considerable backlog. We've tried running some of the pictures in the front sections of the newspapers, but still haven't caught up. Don't get us wrong. We are not complaining. Problems of abundance are preferable to prob- lems of scarcity. So, we are running a page full of pictures elsewhere in this section of to- day's paper. We will do that periodically whenever we get an overabundance of sub- missions. Thanks for your input and enjoy! A Feath00ng l00spaper /Breaking News .... go to Michael C. Taborski ............. Publisher Keri B. Taborski ...Legal Advertising Dept. Delaine Fragnoli ........ Managing Editor Diana Jorgenson .......... Portola Editor Alicia Knadler ........ Indian Valley Editor Kate West ............... Chester Editor Shannon Morrow .......... Sports Editor Mona Hill .................. Copy Editor Staff writers: Joshua Sebold Will Farris Sam Williams Barbara France Susan Cort Johnson Cheryl Frei Ruth Ellis Brian Taylor Pat Shillito Linda Satchwell Feather River Bulletin (530) 283-0800 Lassen County Times (530) 257-53211 Portola Reporter (530) 832-4646 Westwood PinePress (530) 256-2277 Chester Progressive (530) 258-3115 Indian Valley Record (530) 284-7800 Hospice eases the pain of losing a loved one MY TURN ................................... 6iRN'A"}-iiRii00iii6N2 ............................. 7 Portola Editor ;, My mother died just last week. I expect it will feel like "just last week" for some time to come. In between the waves of grief, I am grateful. I am grateful that my mother no longer has to suffer. I am grateful that all but a cou- ple of her descendants were able to gather to her side for her last days, and I am grateful that whenever she opened her eyes, she saw a beloved face; grateful that the last voices she heard were her family's. I am grateful for hospice. We brought our love, but no expertise to our mother's bedside, We felt her pain with every grimace, but were ignorant of how to help her on her journey. Hospice was there to guide us. During the Middle Ages, hospice was the term for way stations for travelers and pil- grims. In the late 1800s, a nun in Dublin, Ire- land, donated her home to dying patients and called it hospice. She saw death as one stage of a }ourney. The hospices we know began in the late '60s; today there are more than 3,200. But hospice is no longer a place, although those remain, but support for the dying process and a way for people to die in the relative comfort of their homes. Two interdependent processes take place in the final days oithe dying process: the physical body shuts down and the spirit de- taches from not just the body, but all earthly things. Hospice describes an orderly, progressive series of changes that are the normal and natural way in which the body prepares to stop. Each death is different, the hospice nurse told us. If there are unresolved issues or unrecon- ciled relationships, a person might linger even if it is painful. Likewise, even if the dy- ing person is emotionally ready to leave, he or she must wait for the body to complete the physical shutdown. The person who is dying sets the pace, and for those who attend her, the most appropri- ate responses are to comfort, allay the pain and encourage release. But the urge to heal and to fix is deeply rooted, and letting go sounds better as a con- cept than it feels in reality. So, the gentle presence of hospice is a constant reining in of our habitual reactions. When we read the list of symptoms and signs of the final stages provided in the hos- Where in the world? Squeek and Jim Crane, left, and Rick and Vonnie Becker of Quincy visited the Tal- ladega Superspeedway in Talladega, Alabama. The Superspeedway is the longest NASCAR racetrack at 2.66 miles and seats 175,000 spectators. Next time you travel, share where you went by taking your local newspaper along and including it in a photo. The n e-mail the photo to pice material, we were immediately fast-for- warded to a place we had hoped was in the far future. Death was now. At the same time, acceptance was required now. The 0nly way I could possibly accept my mother's death at what seemed a mo- ment's notice, was to accept my mother's perspective. She wanted to go; therefore, I wanted it as well. In addition to familiarity with the dying process, the most critical help hospice pro- vided was pain management. The intent was to "get ahead of the pain" and then keep it level for my mother's greatest comfort. Unfortunately, the cancer raged faster than our nurse could increase dosages and it was a couple of days before my mother was at last comfortable. I knew when we had passed the mark when I heard my mother snore softly. It was perhaps her first deep sleep in days and it was music to my ears. There was morphine in the refrigerator, but she neverneeded it. Hospice was available day and night. We were encouraged to call. All kinds of ques- tions were encouraged and there were many resources available. A hospital bed was brought in with less than a day's notice and left again in the same timeframe. We had a social worker and a nurse who visited us face to face on a regular basis, but we called the hotline constantly. The workers on.the night hotline con- firmed my father's worry that the amount of insulin prescribed by my mother's regular doctor was too high and advised him not to give her an injection at all Hospice distinguishes between being killed and dying according to one's own rhythm and understood the nature of my fa- ther's concern about insulin overdose. Another nurse on the nightline got my mother past the pain threshold not by in- creasing the dosage, but by doubling the fre- quency and eliminating fluctuating levels of pain. It worked. And most of all, hospice helped us to be gentle. Told us finally to forget the chicken soup and to feed her things she liked to eat. I fed her what turned out to be her last meal: raspberries and strawberries. It was a small bowlful; but she ale it all. After that, she ceased to eat, so it is my sister's and my great- est regret that we never gave her ice cream. Although we were motivated by our love for our mother, we were bumblers, awkward in our care, and frequently slow to under- stand and a bit late with our help. But hos- pice kept us from making greater blunders, ones worthy of regret. Instead, we were gifted with the'beauty and dignity of my mother's death, awar6 of the pain she cast off in thepr0cess, and knowing that she lived still, in happiness and joy. For that, thank you, God. For getting us, the survivors, through the painful process of separation, thank you, God. And yes, thank you, hospice. You eased our pain. REMEMBER WHEN KERI TABORSKI Historian 80 YEARS AGO... 1930 Advertisement: Grand Opening of the new Hot Springs aerodome in Greenville Saturday night. Music by the Mystic Music Makers. Good eats at reasonable prices. Come early and swim before dancing. Ad- mission to dance: $1.00. 50 YEARS AGO... 1960 The 18th annual Plumas County Picnic Gradu ,ting not so MY TURN MONA HILL Staff Writer By the time this column hits the news- stands, I will be soaking up the sunshine and sights in Italy, secure in the knowledge the big job is done. Our youngest daughter is now 18, and she graduated from high school June 4. Hannah has always marched to some syn- copated beat only she hears. While it might have been easier for us all if she'd marched to Souza, it has produced a young woman with a critical mind and a wicked, wicked sense of humor. She's an excellent guitarist and a skilled writer. By four, she knew most of the names and characteristics of dinosaurs. From "Barney" through "Land Before Time" to "Walking With Dinosaurs," she could talk about ob- scure raptors and well-known herbivores as well as any knowledgeable adult. When her sister joined the Marines, it be- came Hannah's ambition to follow in her footsteps. Everything Sara-knew about Devil Dogs, Hannah knew. Camo is still her dress of choice. Although the grooves are still on the tar- Sunday drew a record crowd of 5500 per- sons who consumed 3000 pounds of barbe- qued beef and fixin's. Reigning over the af- fair this year was Sweetheart of the Moun- tains Patricia Kelly of the Chester-Lake A1- manor area. Dedication of the new mineral building at the fairgrounds was held dur- ing the picnic. 30 YEARS AGO... 1980 Tom Owens, a 13 year employee of PG&E replaces retired employee Norman Shelton as the manager of the PG&E Quincy office thisweek. He is formerly the manager of the Coffax office and temporary assistant manager in Orland, Shelton worked for PG&E for 34 years beginning in 1946. An estimated 2000 persons watched as Darlene Johnson of Portola was named Sweetheart of the Mountains at the Plumas County Picnic last weekend. Runners up were Kim Nelson and Kris Berry, both of Quincy and Debbie DeLuca of Chester was named Miss Congeniality. 10 YEARS AGO... 2000 A ceremonial gold ball was struck at the opening ceremony of "The Dragon" golf course at Gold Mountain Saturday. The Nakoma clubhouse, which was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright nearly 80 years ago, is under construction. vicariously, the mac from when we dragged her onto the plane to England, she has lifelong friends and a wider understanding of the world from her years there. She's seen that there are other ways of life and other ways to do things, though she might rail against the changes. During her freshman year in high school, it became apparent that Hannah had a neuro-processing disorder that we'd always shrugged off with, "That's just Han- nah." We found out she has Asperger's, sort of autism lite. Suddenly, so many Hannahisms were un- derstandable: inability to tolerate change, noise, crowds, to retain times tables or to follow multiple directions. (After Hannah read this, she said "I can follow multiple di- rections; they just can't be vague.) Because we had shrugged it off and ac- cepted that Hannah was Hannah, it became a terrible strain on her. We thought she was being a teenaged Hannah when she was real- ly struggling. Fortunately, we found out and made changes, drastic changes. We enrolled her at Plumas Charter School, and we all began working on her high school education. We got help, and she worked hard to come to grips with the challenges she faces in daily life. I am forever grateful to the men and women who helped Hannah find her feet again; you came in answer to my prayers. In the ensuing years, Hannah, who was part of the G.A.T.E. program in elementary school, took her ninth grade GPA from 1.something to 3.75, including college level work. She became president of the local college ia ;t one leaves school writers' group, resulting in publication of "A Block of Writers." She aspires to U.C. Santa Cruz, where there is a creative writ- ing program. Most of Hannah's accomplishments are private and rarely shared. She writes songs and poems we only see when they are turned in. We have to listen at the door to hear her play her guitar. But that's OK, because Hannah has done them for herself. They are hers to nurture and glory in; she doesn't have to share them to make them legitimate achievements. It's been a joy -- and sometimes incredi- bly frustrating -- to watch her blossom in- tellectually and emotionally. Sometimes it seems centuries since we brought her home from Tahoe Forest Hospital. Mostly it was just yesterday her dad carried her up Mount Rose in a backpack. Hannah, it's hard to be a parent; we don't always get it right, though not for lack of trying. Dear old mumsie and popsicle have only been motivated by what was our per- ceived best for you. We are enormously proud of you and at what you have done and will do. We wanted to raise a thinking, caring, re- sponsible adult. By the grace of God and through our mutual love, you are well on your way. Life isn't always fair and you'll never get out of it alive, but it is rewarding to experi- ence all that is out there in the mad, mad world. The old saying goes, "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger." You have it in you to meet all that life throws at you. Know that morn and dad always have your back.