| A
quest for compassion
Bruce House fights an uphill battle to dish
out dignity in a world awash with phobias
Janice Kennedy, The Ottawa Citizen, May 01, 2005
You make
assumptions. You think the march of civilization in your lifetime
has been marked with a kind of progress -- the steady elimination,
say, of certain prejudices, certain stupidities, certain knee-jerk
cruelties. You run into the odd creep or dinosaur occasionally,
but, in general (you tell yourself), the sensibilities of the world
around you are more refined now, more educated.
Then
the truth catches you up like a punch in the nose.
The folks
who work at Bruce House, which provides support to people with HIV
and AIDS, know all about that punch in the nose. They can tell you
about the reaction not long ago that greeted one of their staffers
at a nearby bank, where she'd gone to get a cash float for an upcoming
garage sale. ("Ewww," said the young man behind the counter.
"A garage sale at Bruce House?") They can tell you about
the hurtful and surprisingly uninformed reactions of some doctors
-- doctors! -- to their residents.
"There's
a lot of that kind of thinking," says Jay Koornstra, executive
director of the place. It's defensive thinking, he says, taking
old fears and spiriting them away neatly into an unknown world.
"If you can put it in someone else's arena, you don't have
to play the game."
Richard
Naster, the social worker who has been the transition-house team
leader since 1991, has a slightly different explanation for the
ugly reactions. "It's all those taboos that terrify everyone
-- sex, drugs, sexual orientation, civil rights, human rights. And
it all gets tangled up with illness and death. We still see AIDS
phobia, homophobia, the phobia a lot of people have for people from
the street. We see those things endlessly."
So people
like Naster and Koornstra and Martha Scott, who raises money and
works for the organization as its development consultant, have become
expert at educating the larger world -- even as they go about doing
the daily good work that is their job. The job they do involves
caring for people who haven't exactly been deluged with caring throughout
their lives.
Some
have been street people. Some have been serious drug users. Some
bring with them the kind of baggage that sends chills down the spines
of middle-class sensibilities. What the Bruce House clients have
in common -- both those with sketchy backgrounds and those without
-- is that they are in desperate need of compassion and care.
They
will be helped to manage their lives with HIV, some of them, either
in one of 26 subsidized assisted-living apartments or with the intensive
support provided at Bruce House's five-bed home in Westboro. Others
will die there, their pain controlled and their dignity restored.
Over
the past week, the Citizen has been painting a picture of the current
state of palliative care in Ottawa and beyond. It is important to
remember that Bruce House, despite its small size and the often
marginalized status of its residents, has been an integral part
of that picture since 1988. No conscientious society can choose
to ignore those it may find inconvenient.
At Bruce
House, they call the residents "clients," because that's
the proper buzz-word of the day. But it wouldn't be a terrible stretch
to describe them as family -- those living there, those working
there, those volunteering there. The family is large, sometimes
messy, not always happy, occasionally dysfunctional -- but family
it is, with a core that binds its members to one another in a transcendent
act of mutual caring.
Consider
the case of "Bob" (whose name was not actually Bob). He
had been living for years with HIV when he was diagnosed with cancer,
the kind that would claim him in a few months. He was genuinely
shocked, recalls Naster, and devastated. Then, with assistance,
he began living his life with a definite end in sight. With the
help of a community palliative care physician -- Ottawa has three
wonderful ones, invariably described as angels -- he regained enough
strength to return to the ocean community where his family lived.
He visited
for two weeks, mended fences, breathed in the sea air. When he returned
to Ottawa, where he had re-created a wild version of his entire
apartment in his small Bruce House bedroom, he had achieved some
kind of peace. Friends dropped by to see him, though he declined
fairly rapidly after that, and he died at Christmastime. He had
wanted to make it to Christmas, says Naster. And he smiles, gently.
We don't
instinctively think of people's deaths with a smile. But when someone
has been helped to make that transition with as much grace and comfort
as humanly possible -- especially after a life too often marked
by an absence of grace and comfort -- how could you not smile at
such a passing?
Against
a great whack of odds, Bruce House regularly reaches out with offers
of grace and comfort.
Increasingly,
however, they've had to rely on the kindness of both strangers and
friends. We live in a meaner age, one that marches to the beat of
tax breaks and
offloaded
responsibilities. Succumbing to the unrelenting political derision
of those who condemn "nanny states," governments have
stripped themselves down, thrown off all kinds of burdensome social
responsibilities we used to think were fundamental to civilized
government. Like never before in recent history, caring for each
other has become the discretionary duty of Joe and Joan Average.
While
Scott says she hates what this has done to us -- "I'd like
to live in a society where everyone is looked after, to some point,"
she says -- what it means for her in concrete terms is simple. To
meet Bruce House's growing needs, which includes an expansion of
the Westboro facility, she has to raise more and more money each
year. The current construction project means an additional $105,000
requirement, over and above the $250,000 the place needs to raise
just to keep operating.
(In fact,
Bruce House's biggest fundraiser of the year took place last Wednesday.
A Taste for Life saw 40 local restaurants donating 25 per cent of
each of the evening's bills to Bruce House and the Snowy Owl AIDS
Foundation. The final tally won't be in for a while yet, but organizers
are hoping the take will outstrip last year's impressive $47,000.
(If you didn't make it out on Wednesday but would still like to
offer Bruce House a financial boost, call 729-0911. You can also
donate online with your credit card at www.brucehouse.org)
There
is a problem here, though, and Scott is almost embarrassed to allude
to it. With the pockets of Joe and Joan Average shrinking, organizations
that rely on goodwill have found themselves entered into a competition
they never wanted. Places like Bruce House must compete for contributions
with community hospitals and worthy projects like Roger's House,
which will provide palliative care for kids. That makes for very,
very tough competition, especially when there shouldn't be competition
in the first place.
But Bruce
House was founded on the unwavering belief that dignity, in life
as in death, is the right of everyone, no matter what the checkered
circumstances in a disapproving world. Everyone. How can you argue
with that?
A compassionate
society, as one palliative care doctor noted in the Citizen series,
is one that provides comfort where it is needed. That's a variation
on the advice Bob Dylan says he got many years ago from his grandmother:
"Be kind, because everyone you'll ever meet is fighting a hard
battle."
When
we choose not to remember that, we fail our community. We fail people
who need us. And we fail ourselves.
©
The Ottawa Citizen 2005
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