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Thursday, May 26, 2011
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I recently exchanged emails with one of my favorite docs and after lamenting my woes to him, he shared the following with me:
BTW, you know that when I am talking to trainees about family interactions, I tell them about your story and how important it is to communicate on a patient and parent level - literally (sitting down or kneeling, not towering over someone). So not only have you saved Jack, and likely so many others with your inspirational story, you have hopefully created a generation of physicians who, at least in part, have learned how to listen. I will take that lesson with me always, and always teach it.*
This was something I really needed to hear right now and something that I will always carry with me. When I find myself in the lows of this journey, it helps to know that Jack and I - and a physician who truly cares, are making a tangible difference in the way new physicians are being taught to communicate with families. Even though logically I know that life is a crap shoot and life is random - deep down, we all desperately want to believe that when we suffer, there must be a reason for it; we want to believe that we were "chosen" for a purpose. If I have to find a purpose for this journey, I think I found it in the words shared above. Who knew that this paragraph taken from my "Dear Future Physician" letter would become a lesson for new physicians:
All because one physician was caring enough to listen to what one parent had to say, was humble enough to acknowledge the validity of what was said, and is willing to share the lesson with the physicians who come under his training. Knowing that Jack and I are making a real difference almost makes this journey worth it. Almost.
(*this physician is the Director of Critical Care Medicine at one of the top ten Children's Hospital in the country, so he trains a significant number of physicians - very cool!)
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
The anticipation of the big birthday was definitely a whole lot worse than the actual day. So, now I'm fifty. As everyone has been telling me all along .... it's just a number. Well, except for my sister who picked up the phone and called me today to tell me "I just can't believe you are 50!" Me neither!
The day was perfect in every way. It started bright and early getting Eric to school by 6:15am for his class field trip to Kartchner Caverns (two hours south of Phoenix).
I took the day off from work and scheduled a morning at my favorite spa.
An hour and a half massage followed by a pedicure and I was in heaven! After I finished up at the spa, my husband and I dined at another one of my favorite places
Despite the fact that I was at a winery, I ordered a beer just for my friend Julie who lives in the UK and who turned 50 last week. Julie is a dear "cyber-friend" who I'm so looking forward to meeting in person one day.
Monday, May 02, 2011
.... dropped off the face of the earth! Good grief, in the four and a half years I've been blogging, I've never gone this long between posts. Part of it is because I've really got nothing to blog about and the other is, I've been struggling a bit lately with a bundle of emotions involved with missing my mom, my upcoming birthday, one kid coming home from college and another getting ready to leave for college. Lots of transition going on in life and I'm feeling rather "out of it" lately.
Hopefully, once I get past this damn birthday I'll feel better :) Because I don't care what anyone says, 50 is OLD!
Thank you SO much for checking in on us and for caring. I do appreciate you all and hopefully soon I will get back into the blogging mode. Lots going on in the upcoming months with Mary's high school graduation and our upcoming trip to Ireland - so I don't/won't want for blogging material, that's for sure.
Until next time ..... thanks for hanging in there with me.