Monday, December 13, 2010

Into the sunset.


Today for class we took a field trip.
No permission slips and we didn't even get to take a bus,
but we did go to nursing homes and
interview seniors.

Eileen was 85.
She used to be the secretary for the dean of the medical school.
She had a beautiful 13-year-old granddaughter.
Her kids had taken away her 'wonderful, perfect Camry'.
She remembered the ration stamps from WWII,
but thought it was January.
She said she wasn't 'one of those diseased people' when I asked her about medical issues,
but her chart had a decent list.

We had a lot of fun,
and then she saved me a seat next to her for the Christmas carol sing along.
It was awesome.

It was amazing perspective.
About what is important in life.
About not taking myself so seriously.
About how even though I usually feel haggardly tired and keep getting lectured about my declining fertility in class,
really my story is just beginning.
There's so much left to unfold.
To discover.

Then, while I was "studying", I found these 5 Most Common Regrets
compiled by a palliative care nurse, Bronnie Ware.
I think it says it all pretty perfectly.
Laugh, hug your friends, be honest, take a break, and follow your dreams.
What else are you here to do?

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

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"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

-Norman Cousins

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Haven.


Doesn't this look like a beautiful place to be?

As far as I’m concerned Loving is the most radical thing we can do.

Image from Doe Bay Farm via Commune.

These are some excerpts from the 'Intentions' page of the Doe Bay website...pretty beautiful:

"My intention when I bought Doe Bay Farm
was to simply step away from the “world” and step into another.
To follow a calling I’d had for my entire adult life to step away and inward.
To reach into the elements in some way
and more than just notice the quiet powerful language
of plants, animals, rivers and trees...

So we keep trying, we keep hoping and most of all we keep loving.
In the end I come home to the work
of just loving and being loved.
Step by step, I try.
I try to reach out, be transparent, stay open.
I try to pay attention to what’s happening around me
and make conscious choices,
as conscious as I can.
Most of all I try to let go of my own fear
and do what I think is most appropriate.
As far as I’m concerned Loving is the most radical thing we can do."

Monday, December 6, 2010

Taking it Easy


Sorry I haven't been posting,
but I decided December is going to be
'take it easy on myself' month.

It's snowing here.
Flakes are shuffling around, spinning through the air,
and dusting off the steep shingles of my neighbors house.
And I slept in,
so that I can sit here with my oatmeal, look out the window, and enjoy this sight,
instead of rushing off to class sleepy and grumpy at 7am.

Yesterday I was supposed to have a study group with friends,
but instead
we made a crazy dinner of eggs, rice, biscuits, and roasted vegetables,
put on pajama pants, cuddled up on the couch, buried ourselves under blankets
and watched
White Christmas.

Don't worry, Mom,
I'm still studying and getting my work done.

I'm just not pushing myself so much.
I am, like most of you I'm sure,
over-committed
and
my harshest critic.
It's the American way.

Dropping one ball that you're juggling
doesn't just mean you've dropped one ball,
it means you've ruined the entire act
and probably the entire show.
Or so we think.

Something I've realized though, usually no one even notices you dropped a ball.

So I've been asking myself why I'm juggling so many balls in the first place, and
changing my criteria for what falls in the 'needs to get done' category.
(Hint: it's a lot smaller category than you think.)

I've also decided
instead of adding frenzy to the Holiday season
with finding the perfect gifts for all my friends and family,
and doing all the things I think I'm supposed to do (decorate, make cookies, get a tree, etc.)
maybe I'll just
relax and
make eggs and rice
and watch White Christmas with them,
because
that's what it's all about right?
Relationships. Connection. Community. Pajama pants.

And maybe I'll extend this month into a New Year's Resolution,
because we should all take it easier on ourselves
and really it feels pretty damn good to spend my time doing the things I value.
Like eating oatmeal and watching snow fall.

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"Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy" -The Eagles

Friday, November 26, 2010

10 Steps: How to Properly Celebrate Post-Test

1. Take test.


2. Go to a convenience store that doesn't look like it would even have a grill in it.

3. Make sure it's a place that looks like even if it did have a grill in it, you definitely shouldn't order food from it, unless you want a one-way ticket straight to foodpoisoningville.


4. Order the Sizzler.
Voted "Best Burger" by Food Network.

Us: So what's on the Sizzler?
Guy: Everything.
Us: What do you mean by everything?
Guy: Everything you could possibly imagine.

Done!


5. Admire the grease.


6. The Sizzler


7. So we think "everything you can possibly imagine" includes:

1/2 pound of burger with tons of montreal steak seasoning
2 types of cheese
bacon
lettuce
tomato
onion
pickle
mustard
mayo
ketchup

He was pretty much right.
And so was the Food Network.
It was a magical concoction that was even more delicious than the sum of its parts.


8. In a food coma, enjoy the awesome hair cuts and hilarious special effects from The Terminator (circa 1984) and play Dr. Mario on a Nintendo (also circa 1984).
(I sincerely hope my actual doctor skills are better than my Dr. Mario skills...)


9. Go home. Pack. Clean.
Then meet your friends for wine & cheese tasting!

10. Get on a plane and fly home for Thanksgiving!
Yay Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Douchebags are a risk factor.


It's late.
I'm a little slap happy.
I'm still studying.
And this is an actual slide that I am studying.
Which is made all the more hilarious by the following story.
[Note: Pelvic Inflammatory Disease is caused by things such as STI's]


Fellow med student: So, I just found out what douching is.

Me: Really?

Fellow med student: Yeah, I had to wikipedia it after this slide.

Me: Wait, so like 'douchebag'...you didn't know what that meant?

Fellow med student: No, I had no idea where that came from.

Me: Ha, amazing. So what did you think this slide meant?

Fellow med student: Yeah, well I thought it was really crude of them to write that hanging out with douchebags was a risk factor for getting STI's, I mean, valid, but kind of inappropriate.



Ok, back to studying syphilis!

Monday, November 22, 2010

My tree.

Someone came over the weekend and swept away the rest of the leaves from my yard,
and the temperature keeps dipping down to the 20's,
so I guess fall is really over.

This is the maple tree in my yard
throughout September and October
for those of you who don't get a New England fall.












I'll let you know when there's snow on it!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Boston.

I last minute decided to jump in the car with my friend Erica on her trip to Boston on Friday.
She was driving her visiting parents down to see her sister
and then to catch a flight to London with her dad's parents.

Her parents drove.
We sat in the back and told them about our day at school.
Then fell asleep.
It felt so luxurious to have parents around and taking care of us.

I went to an amazing dinner with her family at Ole,
a Mexican place with the fish tacos I've ever had. Ever.

Then went to her sister Grace's and joined the year 2010 by finally watching
MadMen.

I forgot to take pictures of all of these parts.
But let me tell you,
It was super to go to bed at 11pm on a Friday night!

In the morning we went to get sticky buns and lattes at Flour.
And I remembered I had a camera.

Then met up with my friend Hanna for second breakfast, just like the good hobbits we are.
Hanna and I worked together in an architecture firm in NYC.
Hanna is actually an architect.
I am not.
In fact, she is currently getting her Masters in Architecture.
At Harvard.
No biggie.
She is beautiful, hilarious, conscientious, fun, and talented.
And wears pink well.
It was so good to see her!

Beautiful.

There is a train there.
And you best believe we got on it.

And it took us to the house Erica's mother grew up in.
And her grandfather gave me a wonderful tour of what he kept referring to as his "magic house" because it was filled with so many family memories.
I love that.
And then he showed us these amazing scrapbooks his wife had created of their travels.





I don't know if you can read it, but there are inside jokes and parts that say "Lost!!" on this map.
So good.

This is the wonderful Pasciullo-Hubley clan.
Erica's parents, two engaging, caring, brilliant lawyers.
Grace, her beautiful sister (who is a wonderful hostess!).
Her father's parents who, no joke, took a bus traveling 26 hours to go to the Rally for Sanity in DC! I'm not even half as cool or engaged as them.
And her mother's father, the tour guide to the "magic" house, who had golfed in St. Andrews ("Beautiful town") and written 2 books!
I think jumping in that car to Boston was a good idea.


Then, when we got back, these guys had prepared a Mexican feast.
And we ate it.
And made mustache faces!
And then watched Harry Potter VI in preparation for this Friday(!!!!)


Sunday night, we had girls night with...
wine & cheese & roast chicken & roasted root veggies & cookies & flourless chocolate torte.
And some awesomely inspirational women who are going to be doctors.



Some of them are single, gentlemen.
Just sayin'.

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"Treat your family like friends and your friends like family.
-Proverb