It’s late March in Ohio, and the last few weeks have been a mix of spring- and winter-like temperatures. Two weeks ago, morning temperature were in the mid to high teens; nine days later temperatures rose to the mid 70s! This week promises continued warm weather with temperatures in the mid 60s; needless to say, spring flowers are blooming.
What is courage? Is it having the strength to face fear or pain? Is it the ability to do something difficult? Or is it having the mental and physical strength to persevere through and even withstand months of suffering? I’ll tell you that courage is all of these things.
Mickey was diagnosed in January 2016. She underwent surgery followed by weeks of chemotherapy which ravaged her body. By the second or third day of treatment, she was sick and fatigued; before long she began losing her hair; yet, she remained hopeful and optimistic. More surgery, more chemotherapy, more nausea and vomiting, more fatigue, but still she fought; still she hoped – we all did.
But there would be many more trips to the hospital and emergency room, more scans, more blockages, more tubes, more medications. More cancer.
I’m certain that my sister’s path was clear to her long before it was clear to the rest of us. Or perhaps long before we wanted to admit or accept the path. She didn’t want to plan the rest of her life around infusions of chemotherapy and the side effects that would inevitably come. Mickey knew that it was time to stop pushing; the price of doing so far outweighed the value.
So with the skilled and compassionate palliative team at Riverside, we had the difficult conversation about her wishes to define the final days. She wanted to see her children and grandchildren; she wanted to say good-bye to family; and she wanted relief from months of nausea, pain, and weakness.
These past few weeks were, without doubt, among the most painful and agonizing, but yet, in a way, also some of the most privileged days we spent with her.
So, what is courage? Mickey was courage. She faced fear and pain; endured the most difficult situations and had the mental and physical strength to persevere through surgeries, chemotherapies, agonizing pain, constant nausea and vomiting, N tubes and G tubes, poking and prodding. Mickey was courage.
We must rise up and reunite! #NotMyPresident
I wore my pantsuit to school on Tuesday. Attached to one lapel was my “I ❤ Voting” sticker; to the other, a VOTE button. I wore my late grandmother’s “beads” around my neck. She always told me that she “was born too early.” A strong, feisty dame, my Gram was, and she would have loved Hillary. I have no doubt she would have voted for her. So, my vote for Hillary was in honor of my grandmother and each of her strong daughters – including my incredible mother.
I was giddy with anticipation all day.
Once home, I changed into my pajamas, made dinner – tacos, symbolically – and settled in to watch the returns. When Wolf Blitzer announced the first wave of Hillary states, I clapped and cheered, a bit misty eyed.
Nervously, I kept watching, kept hoping, kept waiting for the cities to come in – kept…
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I’ve decided to participate in the 1-Day Blue Photo Challenge. As an instructor and instructional coach, I often encourage and require students and workshop participants to keep a journal in order to reflect on their teaching experiences. Now, I’ll put into practice what I preach. Stay tuned.
Spent most of the day at the beach walking and looking for shells and sea glass. Although I didn’t find much of either, I did see flowers, sea creatures, dogs, turtles, a rainbow, and wild boar!
Just amazing! Hawaiians have a long tradition of respecting the land, its people and all living things. This Hawaiian proverb says it beautifully:
“He ali‘i nō ka ‘āina, ke kauwā wale ke kanaka”
(The land is the chief; the people merely servants.)
Today was a light day, which included a long morning stroll for some coffee and shopping. Along the way we saw many beautiful flowers.
After a leisurely morning, we decided to explore the Big Beach at Makena State Park. We walked along the beach before settling in for some reading and a few visitors!