Abstract painting, drawing and sculpture, interdisciplinary arts, photography sometimes.
All artists, all peoples tie their experiences together by their personal understanding and interpretation of who they are and who they have been. This is a source of strength and becomes the foundation of our futures. It may be built on beliefs, facts and experiences; our personal understanding of who we are is the source of our lives, In leadership theory this is called the "Leadership Story" and it is very important because every act of our Leadership Story- or "Artist's Story" becomes a teaching/learning tool for ourselves and others. It becomes a transmission of knowledge through a network of truth. Identity is a tool of our transformation through time.
Ann Kathryn Kelly, MA. CEO Grey Eagle Consulting and Multi-Arts Industries, Inc..
On the loss of Mary Ann Kelly September 16, 2011
I awoke on the night of July 24, 1983, crying about my Mother. The moon was full. I wrote a poem: "ma mere" in my red journal which only has a few specific poems in it..
First line:" In the night a window opens flood of tears behind my heart. And I weep, knowing someday, she will have walked and died for me. No reason but to die to laws that bound her life so she could not breathe. No reason but to prove the godhood of men and their insecurities".
My mother MaryAnn Kelly, died September 16,2011 in a nursing home of starvation dehydration and probably untreated infections. She died at Plymouth Manor Nursing Home in Le Mars Iowa where she had been over-sedated for 5-6 months (18-20 hours of the day and night). My 86 year old father was DPOA. My mother was lucid and wanted to live. She really did not need a DPOA for medical decisions but over the marriage of 65 years that is what had been established. Mary Ann Weber Kelly wanted to live. She DID NOT WANT to be put into a nursing home under Hospice care to die. Being placed in a nursing home under Hospice care is a simple defining Death Sentence- allowing the nursing home, the physician and Hospice to do whatever is necessary to terminate the life of a person. If a person has medical issues that can be addressed, like infections, they are ignored. An untreated infection hastens death by destroying the kidneys.
Be careful. Because if you do not fight horrific injustice as the end for others - it may be your end as well.
Hospice bills Medicare at least $6000.00 a month for my mother's monthly care- but , in the end must justify the bill with a 'timely' death. A death that sort of makes logical sense and meets the criteria of the little books that Hospice hands out to family members and friends to explain the stages of the dying process. These 'stages' actually are similar to processes that would be seen if a person is systematically drugged to death and the drugging process results in starvation and dehydration. In other words, a drugged out person could be perceived to be dying.
Each year over 100,000 elderly people in the US and Canada die of starvation dehydration and untreated infections. The Federal law- Federal Nursing Home Reform Act- passed in 1987 is supposed to help to protect the civil rights of elderly citizens- but no one is paying attention. Private companies are making money on this killing/euthanasia process. Profit companies made over $100,000 on my mother during 10 months. She was held captive,slowly killed, restrained chemically and prepped for death by ativan and other drugs. 'Hospice' sends 'Medicare' a $6000.00 a month bill for every person in the nursing home. Hospice is a profit organization. The nurses are making about $400.00 of the $6000.00. If complaints are raised about Hospice, Medicare fines Hospice and gets some money back. The nursing home also bills at least 5000.00 a month. Do research online and find out about Hospice/ Medicare fraud.
My mother was not ready to die and did not want to die but she was trapped. To be in the care of Hospice is a mandate to be denied medical care and allowed to die and over medicated if that works. These elderly living people die-thus Hosice can justify their billings to Medicare.
My mother was referred for care by Hospice of Siouxland into Plymouth Manor Nursing Home.hospice in a nursing home by a physician, Dr. Stephen Meis, with a diagnosis of COPD and prognosis of 2 months. However, after she stopped smoking, her breathing issues healed over a couple of months.She improved and got better. She wanted out. She was restless and anxious.She wanted to see a doctor and was denied access to medical care or given delayed action of several days. They were funneling her care only for death even though she had improved. She wanted out of the death sentence. So they began to over sedate her. For months. And all of her muscles atrophied. She was so dehydrated and atrophied that she could no longer swallow food- so, in early September 2011, Hospice decided that she should no longer be given food and water. She was already dehydrated and starving but still she did not die until September 16th. For the many days before that her heart rate and breathing and temperature were normal. She did not die of COPD. In June 2011, even several months before her death, her breathing and heart were good.
If you are not trying to stop this inhumane process you may someday be the person who is drugged out of their mind until, someday, you are too weak to move, to swalllow and too dehydrated to cry about any of it.
So, it is, beautiful Mary Ann, lovely child who at age 10 was self taught singing operas in public. I wondered what radion stations she listened to in the north corner of Iowas where she could hear operas and learn to sing opera. It was WNAX in Yankton South Dakota, I have been told that on Saturday and sunday morning they broadcast operas from New York.City. My Mother as a child of less than 10 sang along with these operas and by 10 she was singing them in public in the small town of Le Mars, Iowa. WNAX in Yankton, S.D. is the same radio station that Lawrence Welk began his career. My Grandmother Annie Wilhelmi Weber, bought a piano for my mother to learn piano on and made payments at 25.00 a week.
At 15, MaryAnn was riding show horses with her waving golden brown hair flowing behind her. Medals adorned her sweet small body with a waist of 17" and a smile that brightened the day elegantly as her blue eyes playing Chopin at night and Polynaise with all of the power of royalty. Admired loved and elegant always.... How did she come to this end of lying dying in some nursing home in the cold chill of Iowa, a place that knows only an old woman who is restless, putting her leg over the edge of the chair, her head anything to get out of the chair of suppression subdued she strives even at just 90 pounds to escape that chair. to get out of the chair where they have her starving and thirsty, to get out of the chair so that she can walk somewhere anywhere out of that place. and they drug her give her medicines to diminish her anxiety about what no one knows, no one asks.This horrible fate to be left there to die. her memories and her life.
I am sleepless. no matter where I am. Knowing that no loved one sits near her to hold her hand gently to comfort her.. A princess is left to die in a place where there is no one to hear that MaryAnn's voice was like silver and her laughter was best. The people at the nursing home love her humor and her smile- they cannot help her to escape.
And she struggles to get out of the chair to escape still at age 86 and 90 pounds she struggles to escape the fateful place that her family put her in- that her Doctor put her in and then - she got better after she quit smoking..There is an emptiness now- the particular loveliness or Mary Ann is gone. She wanted to go home. Pepper, lies on the couch now instead of at the bottom of her bed. At the nursing home sometimes my mother would say the cat's name:"Pretty Pepper " she would say in a comforting voice, to her cat, whom she could no longer pet and be comforted by.