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Coffee, Books, and Coziness. āļøš
Oncology Nurse Tribute
āIt was a nurse. It was a nurse who administered my dadās first chemo treatment and explained, again and again, the side effects that were to be expected. It was a nurse who answered all one thousand and one questions, patiently. It was a nurse who treated nausea/vomiting, with a bucket and cold washcloth at the ready, and tips for fighting the weight loss. It was a nurse who helped my mom be my dadās rock. It was a nurse who ensured us that ānoā we werenāt crazyāthat really is a side effect of this chemo! It was a nurse that said it was okay to cry, and even shed a tear herself behind closed doors. And it was a nurse who celebrated with us when dad was declared cancer-free.
It was a nurseās compassion who made me the nurse I am today. By the grace of God and the love of a nurse, my daddy walked me down the aisle, and my son now calls him Papa.ā
grim
He came
dressed in that famous black cape
the long hook by his side
she walked out
bid farewell to her child
not knowing itāll be her last
he was waiting
creeping
countingĀ
the seconds
calculating
the distance
she took her steps
and a last glance into the gate
āIāll be back tonightā she said
but her breath never came back with her
that night
the trigger was pulled
the bullets entered
breaking into her chest walls
in between the ribs
landed on her heart
goodbye, to the world
hello, said the grim
hello, old friend
a little while earlier, I had a tiny thought that grief feels like an acquaintance after reading "a grief observed" by C.S. Lewis. But I came to think about it again and grief feels more like an old friend. An old friend that constantly come through many different seasons of my life. Like an old friend that never leave, visiting me once in a while, unexpectedly. And it never went away for too long.Ā
Palliative care nursing is about balancing between the reasons for living and the reasons for dying. we cannot not talk about dying, knowing that the patient is going to die.
Amy Lim, HCA
you matter because you are you and you matter to the end of your life
Dame Cicely Saunders
I talk with people all the time who feel like theyāve missed out on their āone great planā for their life. They wanted to write a bestseller or start an orphanage or blow up in Hollywood or hit the big stage or get a billion subscribers. Thereās a painful pressure for āgreatnessā and āsignificanceā and going āviral.ā And it seems like everyone else is there.
These are all good things. Itās good to have audacious goals. But good things also include changing diapers, making your bed, babysitting for your neighbor, showing up on time, replying promptly, coffee dates, blogging for five people, and picking up your phone to call a human being and say hello.
Missing our ābig visionā is a hard thing. It hurts. But I have to wonder if our definition of success was messed up from the start. I wonder if āfailureā is sometimes too strong of a word we throw around, when we were chasing impossible phantoms. Success does not come in a measuring cup. Often itās simply a way of being, an aroma you bring to the room, a fullness.
Big dreams are great and you should have themābut donāt discount the small everyday acts of compassion when no one is looking. To bless those where you are, with who you are. Those brief moments of kindness you can hardly remember are not always so flashy and romantic, but they end up weaving a greater tapestry in the end. They can build bridges. They can heal the wounded. They can save a life. Stay faithful in the small things. ā J.S.
Wherever you are, at any moment, try and find something beautiful. A face, a line out of a poem, the clouds out of a window, some graffiti, a wind farm. Beauty cleans the mind.
Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via penguinrandomhouse)
such pragmatic mind trapped in such an idealistic heart.
āWords are the source of misunderstanding.ā
Ah, so is the lack of it
So half of adv dip is gone. I havenāt really done a proper reflection just yet, but along the way I take stocks of things that happened. Itās one of the best decisions Iāve made ever ever. 2018 has been a roller coaster of a year, it was mostly high swing though. The low was never too low because I get flung back up again pretty quickly and itās exhilarating.
It was never my first choice, taking on this course. But God made me take this by closing the door to my first choice, which was the pallmed adv dip. I questioned myself for a terribly long time and almost wanted to back out, but a ālack of better optionsā rerouted me to this wonderful place.
An inspiring superwoman with passion so contagious that I canāt help but to give my best. A reunion with an old friend that rekindled a fresh friendship and the most amazing source of support. A few people that I decided to open up and shared my life with. And people who reminded me to smile despite the stress of an unknown environment. People with amazing hearts and stories that I can truly learn from. People from all sorts of background to remind me to be humble. And lots and lots of opportunities for me to grow and learn and appreciate the beauty of nursing.
Itās sad to think that we are already halfway through. Alas, all good things come to an end someday. Knowing the end is coming will only teach me to treasure the present. May I never lose the wonder of the treasure ā¤ļø
When Iām really into a novel, Iām seeing the world differently during that time - not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. Iām actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.
Colin Firth (via bookmania)
Adult learning
itās been 7 weeks of going back to school. So far, so good.
In a conversation I had with my friend just now, I reflected shortly about our experience the past 7 weeks.Ā
After having 3 years of work, studying is really such a bliss. With all that experience I had that made me more informed about what to look out for in my studies, learning is such a joy!Ā Not too sure, is it my finally fully developed frontal cortex, but it seems that I have the ability to maintain better discipline in maintaining the pace for my school work.Ā
From someone who started her assignment 3 days before submission, to someone who completed her essay 3 days before submission (except for that urge to perfect it every single day).
From someone who never bothered to memorize cranial nerves to one who knows each name of the cranial nerve and its function, by heart.
From someone who either skip or sleep in lecture throughout uni, into someone who loves sitting in front in class! plus the class part that Iām finally participating in, being active does make the learning more interesting!Ā
Every single lesson by an external lecture, I see it as attending a free seminar to broaden my knowledge. Itās such a privileged to be sponsored for this course. The immense amount of knowledge that Iām going to attain. The new friendship built. The memories created. The boundaries Iām pushing myself against, that I know will be good for me.
Oh, and did I mention that I find it easier to make friends in this course? Yeah, not as much drama and childish behavior exhibited.Ā
Iām more than grateful.
Adult learning is wonderful.
I Will, Anyway.
In the end, you canāt really force someone to do anything, even if itās for their good.
You canāt force someone to respect your feelings or care about your passions or believe your dreams.
You canāt force someone to believe your side of the story, even when youāre right.
You canāt force an apology.
You canāt force someone to engage in social justice or fight for the poor or to become nuanced in culture and history.
You canāt force growth.
You canāt force someone to show up on time, or even show up at all.
In the end, Iāve learned that people will do whatever they want, even if that means stepping on you or neglecting you or abandoning you or belittling you or choosing others over you. Iāve probably done this as much as itās been done to me. Itās a terrible cycle that leaves us bitter, suspicious, paranoid, and completely jaded.
Iāve also learned that I donāt care if you donāt care. I have to love anyway. I have to be patient anyway. I have to be jaded to being jaded. Because I donāt want to perpetuate someone elseās cycle of apathy and neglect. I donāt want to be one more rung in the ladder of indifference. I donāt want to be a reactionary pawn.
No, I cannot force anything on you, and I wonāt. I can only pour out what I have. Even if you donāt care. Especially if you donāt care. Iāll pour out anyway. In the end, our lives will have been given over to dust. Iād rather mine will have been given over to you.
ā J.S.
Youāre not obligated to give someone what you think they want if they donāt have the courage to make it clear to you.
I donāt agree.
I think sometimes we need to take that step despite the uncertainty.
Sometimes we need to take the risk.
Sometimes we just need to go ahead and do whatever our heart nudge us to.
Cos if you donāt give, youāll never know if thatās what they need.
If you donāt do it, youāll never know that you missed a chance to make a change.
If you donāt risk, youāll never know what reward you missed.
And even if you broke and got disappointed, you took your chance.
Itās worth it :)
What are your thoughts on mental illness and religion? Iāve seen some Christians state that you can pray mental illness away and once youāre saved you wonāt be depressed or have suicidal thoughts anymore. As someone in the mental health field, it kind of annoys me to hear people say this. Mental illness is so complex and multifactorial but obviously there is a biological component to it. These people need medications and counseling to get better, not JUST God.
Hey dear friend, I once did an interview about this subject here:
-Ā AN INTERVIEW ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH, MINORITY STIGMA, AND THE CHURCH VS. DEPRESSION
I agree with you 100%. The way the church has approached mental illness has been misinformed at best and atrocious at worst. Itās the same with the westernized brand of bright-sided āpositivismā and attempting to tell someone,Ā āCheer up, snap out of it, donāt cry, itāll be okay, you have to be strong.āĀ
My guess is that any sort of harmful condition, from poverty to oppression to illness to addiction, gets moralizedĀ by those who are not involved. It gets easy to sling judgmental platitudes at issues we donāt understand; everyone is at risk of keeping a moral scorecard on the homeless, addicts, and those with mental illness, because generally it means,Ā āThey did something wrong to get there, so I donāt have to get involved.āĀ
Iām a big advocate of medicine and therapy. Some of us will need medicine for the rest of our lives, just like those with diabetes or heart issues will need lifelong medication. Mental illness, to me, is just as serious as cancer or car accidents: both can end in terminal conditions, and require just as much seriousness and safety in dialogue.
Itās understandable though that mental illness is seen less seriously than other issues: itās not asĀ āvisibleā as a physical injury, and weāre often biased by what we see (a bleeding gash, call an ambulance!) instead of what we donāt (a migraine? drink some water). This doesnāt make it right, but it takes a lot of time, patience, and empathy to see mental illness as a debilitating urgent condition.
As far as theĀ āroot causeā of depression and other mental illnesses, I think there are at least three factors to consider: biological, psychological, and social. Bio has to deal with our chemistry, psych with our internal mental processes, and social with our community context and trauma (Iām simplifying a lot here, and the factors can overlap, plus the science is ever-changing). For me, I also think thereās a spiritual element to it, but I say all that to say: thereās no singular approach to mental illness for every individual. We need all the help we can get. The more info, the better.Ā
A last thing: If your church, community, family, or circle of friends is ignorant about mental illness, I believe these are opportunities to speak up and create conversations and empathy. Of course, the degree to which you express these things is based on your comfort and boundaries and self-care. But Iāve been learning not to resent people who misunderstand mental health. I know that they have been indoctrinated to believe thatĀ āmental illness is a curse,ā and itās not always their fault they have been deceived. I can say my piece and leave the rest up to them. My hope is that we can make a brighter way for the generation after us.
ā J.S.