Tuesday, November 30, 2010
What Matters
In the few months I have admitted hospice patients, I have seen love expressed in its purest form. A wife, learning that her 41 year old husband was actively dying, that his restlessness was a sign of imminent death, laid on his chest and, for at least twenty minutes, spoke of memories in their lives, remembering trips they had taken and times spent with their children. She did not pause as she recalled, for him, mental pictures of a good life, and somehow he was able to hear her and even respond verbally as she would say, "Do you remember how we.....?" No one told her to do this; it was a spontaneous act of love and a soothing gift in her attempt to help him become calm. Hearing her voice,he was able to stop struggling.
Yesterday my work took me to a nursing home. As I looked at the many elderly men and women sitting motionless and alone in wheelchairs as time ticked away, I thought: if it all comes down to this, being old and wrinkled and forgetful, what matters? Instantly, the words of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross came to my mind. She is known for being the pioneer in the care of the dying, spending hundreds, if not thousands of hours at their bedsides. Being debilitated by a stroke at the end of her life, she spent her last two years contemplating the lessons she had learned, both in her work and in finding patience to endure being trapped in her body for so long.
The final chapter, On Life and Living, in her final book, The Wheel of Life, ends with these words:
"You should live until you die. No one dies alone. Everyone is loved beyond comprehension. Everyone is blessed and guided. It is very important that you do only what you love to do. You may be poor, you may go hungry, you may live in a shabby place, but you will totally live. And at the end of your days, you will bless your life because you have done what you came here to do.
The hardest lesson to learn is unconditional love.
Dying is nothing to fear. It can be the most wonderful experience of your life. It all depends on how you have lived. Death is but a transition from this life to another existence where there is no more pain and anguish.
Everything is bearable when there is love. My wish is that you try to give more people more love.
The only thing that lives forever is love."
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Hard lessons
In the past several months, I have learned some painful truths that will leave scars on my heart, but not my soul.
You must do your work in whatever manner meets your own standards. And I know, in my soul, that I have given my best to my patients, co-workers and managers at Ohio State for many years. I was the person who would walk down the hallways and smile at people because I think it's the right thing to do. I would try to give comfort to a patient by bringing them a blanket or giving encouragement. I was not a perfect employee but I was an excellent employee. No one can take from me the memories I have where my help mattered- a little, or a lot.
But my heart- there's another story. Because, in my heart, I thought that this mattered to my employer. I thought my work mattered. I thought I mattered. This, I have come to realize, is false. In the machine that is OSU, I am nothing more than a replaceable small part. And the supply of small parts, regardless of quality, are all in the same jar to be pulled out at random.
I always called Ohio State my home away from home, and, as the saying goes, home is where your heart is. The days and weeks and months of applying for different nursing positions and falling into the "not selected" file have been hurtful. "There are a lot of nurses looking for jobs" was what a nurse recruiter said when I asked for help.
I will leave OSU on September 4 older and wiser, but my last wisdom gained there will leave a lasting impression that I will never forget. For now, I keep my gaze low so I don't have to see or smile at people I pass. I know, in time, I'll start looking up again. We are small parts with hearts that grow battered and heal over time, leaving scars so that it's never quite the same. But we alone own what happens to our souls.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Angel
Mary is a lovely lady and a friend who I have known now for 8 years. She asked me how things were going and I replied "not so good". Mary knows I left a position I had really liked in Emergency Medicine in order to do palliative care work. To my increasing dismay, this turned out to be one of the poorer choices I have made in my nursing career, as I have tried unsuccessfully now for 2 years to find a place where I fit in like I did there. Mary told me that she knew that this time in my life was temporary and said that I should be strong because she knew that something was going to come along that would be a good place for me. She lifted my heart by her words, even as I cried to hear them. She helped me to see past the way things are and to find patience, even for a day, to wait for something good to happen. She reminded me to have faith and to believe in myself. And then, after giving me a small hug, she continued on her way. I clearly heard a bell ringing softly, or maybe I just felt it in my heart. Angels are real.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Mother's Day
As a mom, I experienced all the highs and lows that come with raising healthy kids. I love(d) being a mom and always thought I'd be very good at it. Throughout the years there were many times when I asked myself what I had been smoking when I thought such a thing- in reality I was a terrible mother. Sometimes I wondered where the mothering I had done went during some teen years when I didn't think I knew my kids anymore. As I said, all the highs and lows.
Here are a few of the many moments that stick with me: The time I was scolding Peter when he was about 6 for some transgression. I was face to face and, while correcting him, noticed he was actually paying attention to me. "Finally", I thought, "I'm getting through to him!" I finished my lecture and waited to see what he had to say for himself. He said "Mom, did you know that if you look really close at a person's face it looks like they only have one eye?"
We has put our house on the market and had purchased cream colored area rugs so it would show well. The kids were in early grade school. I was upstairs when Peter's voice came ringing out "Oh, no Heidi, that's gonna STAIN". (Yes, it did- a whole glass of grape juice.)
My memories of Heidi aren't so verbal. Like yesterday I can feel her little pink corduroy overalls as I hug her, and see the times I spent putting on her stage makeup for one of her dance performances. I will never forget the sight of her bedroom in her teen years (omg!!) or the fun we had sitting in the parking lot behind a bakery we considered to do her wedding cake, eating the samples of white, chocolate and red velvet they sent with us.
The photo above is of, from left, Peter, Autumn (his bride-to-be in 23 days!), Heidi, her husband Ashley, Kayden, and Aaron, Ashley's 13 year old brother. I love each of these wonderful people and am deeply grateful to each of them for bringing their special personalities into my life.
I think often of Tammy, Ashley and Aarons' mom, who died suddenly and tragically 2 years ago. I hadn't yet got to know her very well, but we both were so excited for the little grandchild we were expecting together. She is especially in my heart on the nights when I rock her little grandson to sleep and think how she would have loved this baby and how proud she would be of her son as a husband, father and brother. "Ashley is a stand up guy" were her words the last time I saw her and I am finding how right she was.
And it wouldn't be mother's day for me without thanking my own mom and Jim's mom, who has her wings, for all their love and sacrifice.
And last, thank you to my furry children who keep me young and give me reasons to laugh every day!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Gifts
Saturday, April 17, 2010
On the road
Friday, March 26, 2010
Charlie
Sunday, March 7, 2010
An Olympian Winter
We have had a cold snowy winter and spent much of it- evenings at least- hunkered down in our snug little house. Ohio saw near- record snowfall in February. I imagine it will be weeks before the mountains of now gray snow will melt away, piled from shoveled driveways and parking lots. We definitely had record ice cycles hanging from the house. Before I knocked them down last weekend, a few went from roof to the ground. They were beautiful when caught in the rare moments of bright sun, sparkling like crystal, clear and blue.
Jim and I always enjoy the Olympics and the 2010 Vancouver Games were no exception. During the day I looked forward to the evening when our work was done, knowing plans for pizza and a few hours of skiing, skating or skateboarding were in store. Oliver, our tuxedo'd gentleman cat, also anticipated these evenings atop a warm TV.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Visitors
Kayden was over for another big night of fun. He had Sesame Street Ernie pasta for dinner, a new addition to his toddler diet that I forked into his baby bird open mouth. We had our usual fun, including our version of Olympics 2010. We have prayer flags hanging in our living room- 6 in all- bright blue, pink, orange, green yellow and red. Kayden loves to be launched up to a height where he can touch each flag as I call out the color. He laughs and I laugh and my arms get a workout and he is learning colors. It gets a gold medal every time. When Kayden's mom and dad picked him up this morning, there was ample evidence of his visit all around the house.
My other visitor probably had dinner too, put out for birds and squirrels to help them eat while the ground is covered with snow. He also may have performed Olympian feats attempting to access the dinner. However this guest, leaving only the smallest evidence that he has visited, slipped quietly away in the night.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Home
And yet, all of this surrounding me daily is precious and priceless. I can't imagine sitting on the couch without at least 2 animals on my lap or beside me; it just wouldn't be home. I wondered this morning as I filled bowls with fresh water and cat food, handed out treats to the dogs as they came in from the cold, and cut banana pieces for the rabbits, how it would feel to get up in the morning and have no one to take care of but Jim and me. It was like trying to imagine walking with one leg- out of balance and missing something necessary. I smile when I look at our "dining room" because only the rabbits actually dine there. Charlie and Stuarts' pen sits below the bay window and Jeffrey and Nutmegs' is opposite. There is generally some hay on the floor, if not from our dropping a piece when we fill their pans twice a day, then from the cats who pull it from the pens and eat it or bat it around.
In addition to its occupants, this home surrounds me with warmth and comfort. Like an old friend, I trust these walls to anchor and support me and to provide a place where I know I will always be welcome. I love our flower gardens in the warm months, and my mind's eye sees the bright colors in the summer sun even as I look upon our snow shrouded yard. Even now, as the furnace hums its soothing sound, I look forward to the breezes of April blowing through windows opened wide. Now we enjoy the flickering light of candles in the still dark February evenings and eat dinner by the fireplace, but soon the fireflies will replace the candles and we'll spend time late in the day outside on the porch swing at sunset. And in between, we will continue to go out and live our work day lives in other places with other people, knowing that, if we are so blessed, we will return home again to our beloved cottage on Sheffield Road.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Good times with my buddy
Sunday, January 24, 2010
When you only have 100 years to live
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Keep the Cheer Going
I'm remembering the Christmas just passed, a wonderful time spent with those we love. Inside and out, Christmas lights brightened the dark of winter. This year our street had more holiday lights than I ever remember here and I smiled every evening as I drove home, cheered by all the little sparkly bulbs. Not only did they display more lights, but people also seemed to leave them up later than in the past, keeping Christmas cheer as the long month of January began. Thinking about this, I wonder if, after the difficult year, we all yearned for sources of happiness. It certainly was so with me. As a matter of fact, we have decided to keep a little Christmas tree on our mantel. The lights warm my heart.