Sandy Dumont R.I.P.

We lost one of our first and oldest members, Sandy Dumont, from an infection complicated by gastrointestinal issues and Parkinson’s. She came to us at our second meeting and stayed with us until just a few weeks before we lost her. Lynn and I visited her in the hospital and talked for a couple of hours about the years we had known each other and her plans for recovery. Her daughter Stephanie joined us on that Sunday afternoon only a few weeks ago. She kept us informed about Sandy’s progress as she entered a convalescence home and about the first onset of the infection. Stephanie is, as you might imagine, taking this very hard. Before I heard the news, I felt tired from a morning planting and dibbling at the Irvine Ranch Conservancy Native Seed Farm. The news put more weight on my shoulders and limbs as I made calls and posted notices in various places on the web.

Sandy saw our Monday night support group as a second family. The younger people in the group — and I include myself — listened to her stories about her shock treatments, her struggles with Parkinson’s, and her sojourns in various mental hospitals in the days before lithium let her go home. She had tried living without the meds and she was grateful, at last, for having them. Her admiration for her psychiatrist was immense. It was through him that she found us. We, in turn, took hope from her story and became convinced through her that we could have a life with this illness riding in our skulls.

I don’t know who will fill the chair to my right at Monday meetings. I leaned on Sandy not only to give great and timely feedback to those who needed it — she was no self-appointed pundit or expert on bipolar disorder but spoke only from her own experiences and insights — but to be my backup as Vice President of the chapter. She was a good judge of character who I relied on when deciding who to appoint to the Board, who to trust as a facilitator. There’s a hole that needs filling, one that isn’t just a position on a board of directors but also for a friend and confidant. I am not sure where to go now. She is already missed.



Joel is the founder of DBSA South Orange County. He received a degree in Anthropology from Pomona College, one of Forbes Magazine's ten top undergraduate schools. His manic adventures include traveling to former Yugoslavia during the 1992 war, believing he was the Creator of a messed up Universe, road rages, and running up $40,000 in credit card bills. He lives with his wife, dog, and cat in Trabuco Canyon, California.

4 thoughts on “Sandy Dumont R.I.P.

  1. Issa Mikel Identicon Issa Mikel


    Thank you for these lovely comments. I only met Sandy once and am glad to have done so. My experience with her will largely be with her legacy in the Monday night support group, which is an experience of great significance. It is through this and the Friday group that I, at least for a little while, find solace and feel somewhat normal.

    Thanks, Sandy.


  2. Mary Farley Identicon Mary Farley

    I will never forget the park picnic where I was able to bond with Sandy. Her beauty was so powerful, her jewelry was always a conversation piece. I will celebrate the short memories I shared with her.

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