9/10/96 JT's notes briefed from a letter to Mr. [...] an
author writing a new biography of the life and work of Edgar
Cayce.
During my time with Gladys (1979 to 1986) I kept a log in
which was recorded in some detail the events of her life.
Each office visitor and telephone call was recorded. Dates,
times, places, notes about conversations and events were
recorded both in the daily log and on the pages of calendars
both of which are now stored in E.C.F. Archives. I did this
to provide as accurate as possible an account for the
future.
Gladys' last day in the Foundation office was Tuesday,
December 31st, 1985. She had been to Dr. Lewellyn for what
she thought was a gum infection. She said she felt "tired,
just worn out." She left at approximately 10:30 A.M.
Dr. O.M. Wakefield, long time friend and family doctor
diagnosed Gladys' condition on Friday, January 3rd. Gladys
drove herself to Virginia Beach General Hospital and was
admitted to room #419 with acute leukemia. She agreed to
what she called a "white cell treatment" but did not want
chemotherapy or what she called "any heroic measures."
Gladys fully realized what she had and the eventual outcome.
She said to me quite vigorously, "Well, even if I do die
from this whatever it is, I'm just going right back to
work!"
Her niece, Ann Carlisle Wilson and her nephew Chapin Wilson
arrived on Friday, January the 10th and from then on Gladys
was literally cradled in and shielded by the love of her
family.
Monday, January the 13th I told Gladys that Harold Allen
died. She said, "Harold is such a good man, he was a trustee
from 1947 to 1962."
Wednesday, January 15th Gladys had completed the last of the
treatments and was allowed to go home under the care of her
nephew who lived with her.
Gladys remained at home until January 22nd when she was
re-admitted to room #416 with a private nurse named Clarice
Dorian arranged for by Gladys' doctor. (One of the symptoms
of her condition was shortness of breath. She was afraid
of not being able to get her breath, especially at night.)
The morning of the 22nd Gladys shared with me her "horse"
dream of the night before as follows:
January 22, 1986: "I dreamed I was riding a horse and I was
in full armor. My horse was ahead of the troops, I was way
out in front of the rest of them, and I was galloping full
tilt, my goodness my horse was going fast, and I raised my
sword, as if I were rallying the people on the horses behind
me. What do you 'spose that means?"
Saturday, January 25th Gladys presented me (with the help
of Clarice Dorian) with a birthday card and flowers in
a beautiful pink sea shell.
Tuesday, January the 28th Gladys watched the news about
the space shuttle Challenger explosion. Her only comment
was a weak shake of her head at the tragedy. Wednesday,
January 29th she had another transfusion which made her a
little stronger. Tuesday, February 4th she had a very long
personal talk with me. She was able to talk that night for
about two hours. February 5th her kidneys stopped. She had
Clarice call to tell me she didn't want any more Cayce
treatments. Bruce Baar had been sending the carbon ash.
I felt badly that she didn't tell me in person but I kept it
to myself and from this point on all she received was beef
juice supplied fresh every three days by Ann Clapp and fresh
Florida orange juice.
February 6th the Hickman catheter was removed, no more daily
blood samples were taken and Gladys had to be catherized. She
had developed an infection, her throat was very sore, she was
hoarse and it was hard to swallow. At one point in the late
afternoon she roused and spoke and her voice sounded like
water running over rocks in a stream. I thought "why this
happened to Mr. Cayce too." She would sleep and waken
briefly and about 7:00 P.M. that night she mentioned a
"pretty light" she could see in the room.
Friday, February 7th Gladys had her "good bye" day. She had
ultrasound in the morning and asked if I knew where Per
Madsen's room was. She had remembered he was on his way into
the hospital for surgery at this same time. Vic Reiffer flew
in from Pennsylvania bringing a white rose from his son
Joshua. They sang I'LL BE SEEING YOU. Before Vic had to
go Gladys said, "tell Josh...I'll be seeing you in all the
familiar places, that this heart of mine embraces..." She
sang this fragment softly in a very hoarse voice.
Later that night when she awakened I said "Gladys, if you
feel good tomorrow who would you like to see?" She replied,
"Oh, Nell Clairemont or Marjorie Bonney. We'll see how I
feel."
Saturday, February 8th and Sunday February 9th Gladys was
very ill and uncomfortable. Saturday night the nursing
staff found it necessary to restrain her to prevent her
trying to get out of bed at night and injuring herself.
Sunday afternoon, surrounded by her nieces and nephews,
she spoke clearly and distinctly in an unknown language.
She was coherent for a brief minute or two and seemed to
be asking emphatically for something. She repeated what
she had said because we didn't respond to her and the
sounds were the same. Her niece Ann finally removed a
pillow that had been placed between her knees and at that
Gladys nodded in satisfaction and immediately fell asleep.
At 11:00 A.M. on Monday, February the 10th Gladys was given
a dose of thorazine to quiet her and she was not conscious
after that.
Tuesday evening, February 11th I was in prayer while Gladys
was sleeping. For some reason I got up and turned on the
radio. This was unusual as we never had the radio or
television on unless Gladys requested it. I became aware
that a song was being played repeatedly. It was WE'LL MEET
AGAIN:
"We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, we'll
meet again some sunny day. Keep smiling thru, just like you
always do til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.
So will you please say hello, to the folks that I know, tell
them I won't be long. They'll be happy to know that as
you saw me go, I was singing this song..." I remember
saying aloud, "Thank you Gladys, I understand, I'll tell
them."
Wednesday, February the 12th Clarice sat in a chair on Gladys'
right holding her wrist to take her pulse and blood pressure.
I sat on the left side of the bed with my right arm under her
shoulders speaking to her softly. At precisely 10:00 P.M.
her forehead wrinkled just the tinest bit and she did not
breathe again. The room was suffused with a sense of
joyousness. For a brief instant there was a feeling of
indescribable love and laughter, almost like the feeling
of a glorious party. I looked at Clarice to see if she
noticed but she was writing on the chart.
While the nurses did their work I called people to tell
them she was gone. I sat for a while in the empty room
feeling as if she had gone off to some wonderful place
and I was left behind.
The names of those who visited, helped in various ways and
sent messages of comfort are all recorded in the archives.
Grace Huffman, Micki Kluge, Bob Adriance, Ann Clapp, Erik
Jensen are only a few. I know of no one who inspired such
affection and respect as this lady did. There will never be
anyone in my life again like Gladys.
Sincerely,
Jeanette M. Thomas



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