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tribute to Beth December 8, 2006

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Elizabeth Benton Broderson Bray
February 16, 1970 ~ August 25, 2006

I have two really good options: I can either try this new drug and maybe get a little more time to spend with my family and friends or I can stop all treatment and meet my heavenly family a little sooner.

That’s what Beth told me when the news about her cancer was so grim. “Grim” is my word. Beth would never say that. Her words and attitude were upbeat and positive until the very end, even when her prognosis was so devastating.

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I first came in contact with Beth, who was a certified nurse midwife, when I started teaching childbirth classes in late 2001. I sent all midwives in the area a note to let them know what I was doing. Beth called to wish me well. Then my classes started to fill up with her patients. She told me that when couples take my birthing class (and other private classes like mine , it makes her job as a midwife so much easier. What a complement!

My next contact with her was when one of her patients labored for many hours only to find out the baby was breech once she started to push. So they wheeled her to the operating room and gave her a spinal for a cesarean birth. I didn’t understand. Truly, I was naive. So I wrote Beth a letter and asked her if she wouldn’t mind explaining the reason for the surgery to me. In my opinion, the laboring mom was doing fine, the baby was fine, the baby was right there, ready to be pushed into the world; why not just go for it? Beth took the time to e-mail me and tell me that she has to pick her battles. She wasn’t going to push for a breech vaginal delivery on an “unproven pelvis.”

So started a 5 year e-mail correspondence, and an occasional phone call or lunch together. After one of our meals this Spring, she wanted to get together with the other doulas and natural childbirth educators or “birth junkies” as she called us. Sometimes I spotted her teeny tiny car with the butterfly license plate in the parking lot of the Good Foods Market and Cafe, so I would go find her. Once she sat across the table from me sipping a shot of wheatgrass. I’ve never seen a drink so green or smelled one so gross. I teased her about it, and she said that she was willing to try anything if it might make her healthier.

A couple years ago, one of the ladies in my childbirth class said, “Beth went home sick today.” Another person said, “I had an appointment with Beth, but I had to see someone else.” Comments like these continued.

So I asked Beth the dreaded question, “Is your cancer back?”

The answer was yes.

guinever-beth.jpgI was devastated. I didn’t want to lose my friend. I didn’t want the pregnant women of Lexington to lose a great midwife.

Midwives are pretty special people. And Beth was a midwife among midwives which made her extra special. I don’t think I ever met one of her patients who had any complaints about her. Beth listened — really listened — and followed the midwifery model of care, being patient during labor, letting it run its course no matter how many hours went by, as long as mother and baby weren’t showing any signs of distress. That’s what set her apart from other medical caregivers. In my birthing series, I have couples come back to class with their newborns to tell their birth stories.

After hearing a birth story from one of Beth’s patients, there sometimes would be a couple who would think, “That’s the kind of birth I want, and I’m not going to get it if I stay with my doctor.” So they would switch to Beth, usually late in their third trimester of pregnancy.

Beth’s dream was to have a home-birth practice. She was caught in the same place where other hospital-based nurse midwives find themselves: Her malpractice insurance didn’t allow home births (not all insurance provides have this rider for CNMs), and Beth would lose her admitting privileges at the hospital if she were to do homebirths.

And rare is the M.D. who will provide backup care for a midwife doing homebirths, whether she is a CNM like Beth or a certified professional midwife.

I like to think that if circumstances had been different with her health, and if she didn’t need the health benefits that came with working from a busy OB/GYN practice, she might have had her home-birth practice. I’m confident that she would have been catching lots of babies in the comfort of home.

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There was a time when it looked like there might be a birth center opening in Lexington. When it didn’t work out, I told her how disappointed I was. Then she told me about her mission work and how she was trying to raise money to open a birth center in Africa. She told me it would be great if Lexington could have a birth center, but the women of this little village needed one more than we do.

When my daughter died, Beth was in the middle of one of her several hospital stays. I heard through the birth junkie grapevine that Beth had gotten a pass to get out of the hospital so she could attend the visitation. But when her health took a turn for the worse, her doctors wouldn’t let her out after all. My doula friends told me that Beth really wanted to be there but just couldn’t. Since Beth couldn’t come to me, I went to see her the next morning, not knowing what shape she would be in. She sat up, lively, and we paged through my daughter’s photo album as we talked of birth and death, just hours before my daughter’s funeral.

beth-and-scott.jpgShortly before Beth died, two of her doctors, independently of each other, told her that she should stop all treatment, quit work and enter hospice care. Yikes. She didn’t want to do that. She thought maybe the drugs were working for her. She felt she could keep on working. So she sought another opinion. There was one more option she hadn’t tried– not a cure, but a drug that might extend her life. She went just a couple times. The chemotherapy didn’t work, and she was swelling more than ever. After deciding to stop treatment, Beth wrote in her online journal:

After much prayer and gut-wrenching conversation, this is the path Scott and I have chosen. While I fully believe that God could heal me instantaneously and completely, I realize that my time on earth might be limited and I intend to make the most of it.

She posted that on Aug. 8, just 17 days before she died. She continued to work. She did what she loved up until the very end. The day before she died, I talked with her on the phone during her lunch break, and she told me she had just attended a long labor, and it was a great birth. She spilled soup on herself and asked if she could call me another time. That was the last time we talked.

The next night, I was lying in bed, having contractions. I was 39 weeks pregnant and beginning to think I might have a baby that night. Then my phone rang a little after midnight. That was weird. I wasn’t on call for a birth right now; my doula days were on hold for awhile. I wasn’t supposed to be getting calls; I was going to be the one making calls once I was in labor.

It was Nancy, a midwife who worked with Beth. She told me that Beth had passed away. I was stunned. I thanked her for the call and continued having light contractions.

I sobbed. I thought there would be more time. Her death seemed so unexpected.

I thought she would be at my baby’s home birth, not as my midwife, but as my friend. I thought she would see her husband graduate in December. I thought she would get sick (as if she weren’t already) and enter hospice, and I could go and say goodbye. A nurse at the hospital where she worked was putting together a scrapbook for Beth. I hadn’t even made my page yet. A few of us had talked about making a video for her. That hadn’t happened yet. There was no goodbye.

As my thoughts raged on, I was happy for her, happy that she didn’t linger any longer than she did. I was glad that she caught a baby the day before she died. I was glad that she went out to eat with her husband the night before. She lived her life, really lived, until the very end.

Then my tears turned to laughter when I imagined her in heaven. I knew Beth was a Christian, because we had talked about our faith. She was at peace with dying. I thought of her and Abby together, and smiled. As a birth professional, she had the pleasure of witnessing one of the most intimate and happiest moments of life.

But not every pregnancy comes to this joyous conclusion. Sometimes a pregnancy ends in miscarriage, or the baby is stillborn or dies in infancy. So Beth also was with couples during the worst moments of life, too. I think she’s still catching babies, but in a very different way than she did in this life.

My contractions eventually stopped that night after the news of Beth’s death. It would be three more weeks before my little one finally made his appearance. There was an empty chair in my living room the night my baby was born.

Only weeks earlier, I had attended my first and last birth with her. I had always wanted to see her in action, but I’d never had the opportunity. It seemed like whenever I was a doula for one of her patients, Beth was sick. So I was thrilled to finally be at a birth with her. It is a precious memory. We talked about her cancer as we walked to the basement after the birth. She showed me her swollen ankles and told me it helped her to be sympathetic for her pregnant patients.

I knew Beth the midwife, and I know that was only part of who she was. What made Beth a great midwife made her a great person. I know I can speak for all the birth junkies when I say, the birth scene will not be the same without you. Thanks for your wisdom in birth and your gentle hands during delivery. You are missed.

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1. Cheryl Morgan - December 8, 2006

Oh, what a beautiful tribute to such a beautiful woman! A year ago today I grieved the sudden, early morning death of a precious 11 month old baby with friends of ours…my husband and I stayed with them, cried with them, all day…and I am reminded of how many times I know Beth did the same for those who had lost a child, whether before he or she was born, or after. And how many times I have mourned for Beth in much the same way–yet, all the while, knowing Beth is dancing for joy in heaven.

Thank you for remembering Beth during this season. Thank goodness that God’s grace is sufficient. Blessings to you.

2. Kelley Flannery - December 8, 2006

How wonderful! I had been with Beth for almost 6 years. You’re right, she cried with me when I lost 2 of my babies and stayed the entire time I was in labor with my son. Even told me at one time to hurry my labor along, so she could see what he looked like! She was one in a million.
Thank you for this wonderful tribute.

3. Cindy McDaniel - December 8, 2006

Thank you, Guinever, for giving us another glimpse of our special friend! The timing of your message must be something from God because our newsletter (from the AA Pregnancy Help Center) is about to be mailed today and it’s main section is a tribute to Beth. Perhaps those who love her are needing some extra encouragment these days. God is good all the time.

When I think of inexplicable sadness like losing Abby and Beth I think of the saying about God’s trustworthiness “When you can’t trace His hand, trust His heart”. And I strive to do just that. I thank God for examples of faith and grace like you all!

Blessings,
Cindy McDaniel

4. Eleanor Broaddus - December 8, 2006

Thanks so much for allowing me to share in Beth’s memory. Everyone needs to know a “Beth” in their lifetime. She is special and always will be. She touched so many lives and continues to do so. She is missed.

5. Amy Berry - December 8, 2006

Thanks for sharing this! I still have a hard time believing Beth is really gone, or at least, no longer among us. She truly touched my life. I am so thankful that I knew her and am so thankful that she guided me through two wonderful births. The biggest impression she left on me was of a woman who had found peace and who had found her calling in life. Truly one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known.

6. Stephanie Broderson - December 8, 2006

Oh Guinever, thank you so much for writing that. I wish that I could have spent more time with Beth. She always made family get togethers more hilarious than they already were. I think of her every day and can’t wait to hear all her stories when I get to heaven too. She is thought of every day and missed!

7. Linda Carruth Davis - December 8, 2006

Beth was 3 years old when I first met her with her round apple cheeks and contagious smile. By the time she was 11 she had more common sense that I would ever have and I started having her babysit for my 3 boys. One summer I paid her to reteach one of my boys his entire 7th grade curriculum. She did it! I followed her college career…Ann and I went up to see her one weekend ..she would come home and we’d do lunch solving all her problems in the space of that hour or so! I always looked forward to any visit with this brilliant, hilarious young woman. Beth was a model of courage and perseverance. None of us who knew her in any capacity will ever get over the loss.What a rockin’ place heaven must be with the likes of her there now. Beth was with my mother when she died…I picture them catching up after she finishes seeing all her loved ones who must have greeted her with great joy. We’d all like to have her back on earth but heaven wouldn’t be heaven if anyone there wanted to leave. I look forward to seeing her again.

8. Beth Bary - December 8, 2006

Yesterday I caught a baby, and 2 years ago Beth caught a baby for the same mom. We talked yesterday about her birth with Beth back then, and the differences and similarities between the births. I let her know that Beth had passed away a few weeks ago, and she smiled and said she was glad she was at peace, and sad that she was gone. Life goes on, as Beth would want for it to.
Beth Bary CNM

9. Bekah - December 8, 2006

“I think she’s still catching babies, but in a very different way than she did in this life.”
What a wonderful image! Thank you for stopping by my blog and sharing a little bit of this wonderful woman’s life with me. You can tell so much of a person’s life by the way they have touched others.

10. Lauren Howard - December 8, 2006

Thank you Guinever for so gracefully putting into words many of the same thoughts and emotions I have experienced since she left us. I miss her very much and with the upcoming birth of our second child I feel her absence. She told me about a week before she died at our last visit together that she wanted to be around for this one too. I asked her for her blessing to name the baby after her and she was very happy about that. I am so thankful for that last talk. I will keep a chair for her at our birth as you did. I know she’ll be there.

One last thing… At my first prenatal after her passing, my son was with me for the visit and when we got back out to the car I was a bit weepy thinking of Beth. He looked at me and asked “where was Beth Mommy?”. He had gotten used to seeing her at visits and very much enjoyed her company. As I was searching for words to answer his question he said, “I think she went home”. All I could say was “yes honey, she is home”. Love you, Lauren

11. Jenny Griebenow - December 9, 2006

Guinever, thanks for including all of us in this tribute to Beth. What a blessing she was to so many.

12. Loma Gray, CNM IBCLC and forever friend of my dearest Beth - December 11, 2006

This is just what I need this Christ’s birthing day celebration time!!! The woman, midwife, wife, lover and friend that is Beth to me will every day and forever be missed by myself until we meet again in heaven. Her life though short for me and everyone who knew and loved her so much, will continue touching the world through all who hers touched and on and on!

I miss and love you so much Beth!
I’m sending hugs and prayers every day to your precious lover and husband, Scott. So, Scott, when you read this know how much I am pulling for you, EVERY DAY!!! I remember the exact spot on the sidewalk between our grad class building and UK Hospital where Beth and I stood as she first described her symptomology which finally were listened to more then 2 years later! I was the older midwife of we 4 from Beth’s UK midwifiry class of 1997 who rejoiced with you and Beth on your wedding day!

13. Hilary Fiskeaux - December 11, 2006

Beth delivered babies for three of the six wives at my husband’s office — and we each found Beth independently! My husband’s boss was the one that called us that Saturday morning with the news. I wanted to mourn the loss of such an incredible, godly woman…mourn for those who never had the honor of knowing her, and for those of us whose future births would have to be attended by a “non-Beth.” As I prayed through my grief, I started to feel guilty — I remembered that Beth was WITH the One to whom I was praying! How could I grieve when Beth was finally where she belonged, dancing and rejoicing with Jesus? One thing’s for sure: Beth is in her element now!

She was the only “women’s issues” caregiver I’ve ever seen, from before I got married in 2000 up through the birth of our son this past summer. My husband and I waited almost seven years for Beth to deliver our first baby. Words cannot express how honored we felt to have her catch our son, Caspian. And what a joy, that his birth finally allowed Beth and Guinever to work together! Caspian turned one month old the day after Beth died.

14. Ann Broderson - December 20, 2006

My dear Guinever–words cannot express by gratitude for this marvelous tribute to Beth. When I received the hard copy in the mail I was over-joyed at the thought of sharing her with so many friends and family by way of the internet. Tonight I read the messages for the first time and my spirit was lifted, knowing she had touched the lives of so many–no mother could ask for more.We feel so blessed.Thank you,too, for the butterfly handkerchief. At Beth’s gravesite our two granddaughters released 50 monarch butterflies . This was very significant to them since they are old enough to know the stages of a butterfly’s life cycle–they knew that Aunt Beth was free of life’s cocoon and free to rise to be with her heavenly family.So you can imagine how your gift and the explanation behind it brought great affirmation and comfort to me. We miss Beth, but I am assured on a daily basis that she is in the presence of the Very One whose birth we are celebrating–Oh what joy fills my soul !! For those of faith, all life is one -this is the journey, not the destination.Again, thank you for remembering our dear Beth—-Ann Broderson

15. Trisha - January 22, 2007

I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father caused our paths to cross. I can remember the day I first met Beth, I would have to say I had a little bit of apprehension since it had never crossed my mind to see a midwife. I was into my second trimester of pregnancy with my first child and very unhappy with my OB. My husband and I discussed finding another doctor or perhaps midwife. I didn’t really know much about midwifery or that there were even midwives in Lexington. Then couples we knew who had been seen by midwives started coming to mind. Soon I felt very comfortable about the whole idea and off we went to see Beth. From day one I knew immediately that I only wanted to see her through my pregnancies, labor and deliveries (of course, I complied with seeing all the other MD’s and midwives since this was standard for first pregnancies). She touched my heart and soul every visit and she still does today through each and every letter shared. I miss her very much but I know she is home. She was and still is a woman of influence. I know thus far in my life, I have never met anyone with a stronger faith than that which Beth lived everyday. I look so forward to the days of sharing my pregnancy and birth stories with my son and daughter, to tell them how God shared an “Angel in Scrubs” with us to help us understand and experience the profoundness of His Love.——–Trisha Caldwell

16. joy davis - June 24, 2010

Thank you Beth! You were a God send to us, first time parents trying to have a natural birth in a hospital environment. Your patience, kindness, and comforting spirit helped see us through. I wish you could see Logan now, his head is STILL huge….just like you said….even at 5 years old. Your name is a part of his birth story and I will make sure he knows what a special woman was there to help bring me him into our family.