Friday, May 30, 2008
Brussels
I am in Brussels, Belgium; awaiting the hubby's arrival and trying to type on a french keyboard: Brussels is schlumpy and dirty: I got lost but sorted nyself out by finding a police station where i could ask for directions: I am not excited about being here yet: I hope a shower; some sleep; and food will solve that:
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
But for the grace of God...
Thank you Streak, Sarah, PsycGrad for your comments. They do help and I often found myself reading them when I began to succumb to the irrational thought that I am crazy and that I should be able to handle all of this much, much better and completely on my own.
My mentor is doing well. He's "toddling" and joking. He's having to relearn stuff, but his humor, his personality is there. His left side is much compromised, but I've been able to see him a lot and we've been able to talk. He calls me his daughter and makes me cry.
My college roommate was in town over the weekend. It was good to bring my best friend from TN together with some of my best friends from IL. It helps make the transition seem better and more fluid. And my friend from TN and I caught up reconnected and drank beers on Lake Michigan on a boat (we weren't navigating, it was a lake cruise you pay for). Thank you God for Leininkugel Berry Weiss and cheap Champagne.
I leave for Europe tomorrow, and I've never needed so badly to get away and to let myself rest and explore and recapture the wonder of God and creation. My mentor has been having a very spiritual experience throughout his strokes. Dreams of God stripping away his pride, asking hymns to be sung, and speaking of what it was like to lie in his backyard for 1/2 an hour near death and how dim this earth looks compared to what lies beyond. It's moving and powerful and good for my often fragile and doubt filled faith in what God is up to in this world.
As I go on my trip, I have to accept that God will take care of all the gaps I fill in my regular life and let go of the pride of thinking that people will go uncared for in my absence. I'm leaving a friend to deal with all of her friends disappearing at once, another is having serious heart problems, and then, my mentor and his family. All of these people do their turns supporting me, too, and I am sad to be off having a great time while I know that they need me like I have so needed them in other times (um, like right now).
What I have learned during the past week plus is that love and relationships are all that matter. I hope my trip makes me able to love more people better. That's my goal.
My mentor is doing well. He's "toddling" and joking. He's having to relearn stuff, but his humor, his personality is there. His left side is much compromised, but I've been able to see him a lot and we've been able to talk. He calls me his daughter and makes me cry.
My college roommate was in town over the weekend. It was good to bring my best friend from TN together with some of my best friends from IL. It helps make the transition seem better and more fluid. And my friend from TN and I caught up reconnected and drank beers on Lake Michigan on a boat (we weren't navigating, it was a lake cruise you pay for). Thank you God for Leininkugel Berry Weiss and cheap Champagne.
I leave for Europe tomorrow, and I've never needed so badly to get away and to let myself rest and explore and recapture the wonder of God and creation. My mentor has been having a very spiritual experience throughout his strokes. Dreams of God stripping away his pride, asking hymns to be sung, and speaking of what it was like to lie in his backyard for 1/2 an hour near death and how dim this earth looks compared to what lies beyond. It's moving and powerful and good for my often fragile and doubt filled faith in what God is up to in this world.
As I go on my trip, I have to accept that God will take care of all the gaps I fill in my regular life and let go of the pride of thinking that people will go uncared for in my absence. I'm leaving a friend to deal with all of her friends disappearing at once, another is having serious heart problems, and then, my mentor and his family. All of these people do their turns supporting me, too, and I am sad to be off having a great time while I know that they need me like I have so needed them in other times (um, like right now).
What I have learned during the past week plus is that love and relationships are all that matter. I hope my trip makes me able to love more people better. That's my goal.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
It's unfortunate, but I'm not apologizing
Where have I been? Well, it's been a draining semester of a myriad of events, many of them difficult. Because many of these events have been...well, difficult, I have hesitated to blog about them. Some have been too vulnerable while others have been about sensitive information that no online forum would be anonymous enough to divulge. But overall, I have been going from one emotionally draining event from another, and none of them are of my own making.
I do ask for prayers and thoughts and a $20 prayer gift, for which I will send you a prayer rug that I have blessed. (Just kidding..seeing if you were awake). But, I was serious about the prayers and thoughts.
I am not trying to be secretive, neither am I wanting to seek out the pity of others. However, I do think if I list all of these events, I may just feel sorry for myself.
My mentor, friend, and professor who is in his mid 40's had a stroke on Sunday afternoon. A severe one. Then there was emergency brain surgery for the swelling. And all of the people coming to see him, and the him being asleep, and me finally finally getting to see him today (which was so hard but such a blessing). This man has been a dear friend, supervisor, and mentor, and I am heartbroken for him right now and how hard it is for him to be dependent and the unknown nature of his recovery for him, and for his wife and son whom I also know and love. For four years I have been his teaching assistant, his "right hand" (his description). He is my "second dad" and I feel so bad for leaving in a week to go to Europe, for leaving in 7 weeks to move hundreds of miles away at a time when he really does need an extra hand, because his left side is paralyzed (but improving).
He is still himself, joking, talking, although more slowly and interspersed with naps. My heart breaks. I make myself get up early so that I get some time alone with him before the crowds come to visit him, so he can tell me the things that he wants me to know. The Wednesday before his stroke, we had a "goodbye" lunch, where tears were shed and how much we have meant to each other was spoken, where we said out loud what we had seen and experienced over 4 years of working, laughing, doing therapy, and learning together. I am so thankful for those 2 hours now, and for the hours I know we're going to have in the future. But for now, my heart breaks.
And, our department chair is in the same hospital, with artery issues and likely facing surgery in the coming week, as well. He is intensely private, but kind and gentle. So, although I by no means am as close to him, the intense upset to our department and my community is overwhelming.
All of this follows on the heels of the internship process and saying goodbye to everything that has been our life these past 5 years. My grandmother being seriously ill and near death (but she's recovering very well now, praise God!). A closest friend having some hard stuff, and then being very hurtful to the point I had to step away in a time when I should be clinging to her. The departure of a professor under dubious circumstance of which I was informed and that put me in a weird between faculty and students and friends/colleagues/coworkers/supervisors situation. A close professor having breast cancer, and the increased load this placed on the aforementioned prof. Excruciatingly painful end of the year, saying goodbye issues compounded by the painful things I was dealing with regarding the friend I mentioned before. Difficult situations with my practicum site and with a clinical training personnel that have resulted in my having to use my voice to speak up and give hard feedback to superiors (but that has been received well and that I have been supported in). And finally, sending my husband off to Europe this morning for work, to see him again in 9 days when we will meet in Brussels.
I do ask for prayers and thoughts and a $20 prayer gift, for which I will send you a prayer rug that I have blessed. (Just kidding..seeing if you were awake). But, I was serious about the prayers and thoughts.
I am not trying to be secretive, neither am I wanting to seek out the pity of others. However, I do think if I list all of these events, I may just feel sorry for myself.
My mentor, friend, and professor who is in his mid 40's had a stroke on Sunday afternoon. A severe one. Then there was emergency brain surgery for the swelling. And all of the people coming to see him, and the him being asleep, and me finally finally getting to see him today (which was so hard but such a blessing). This man has been a dear friend, supervisor, and mentor, and I am heartbroken for him right now and how hard it is for him to be dependent and the unknown nature of his recovery for him, and for his wife and son whom I also know and love. For four years I have been his teaching assistant, his "right hand" (his description). He is my "second dad" and I feel so bad for leaving in a week to go to Europe, for leaving in 7 weeks to move hundreds of miles away at a time when he really does need an extra hand, because his left side is paralyzed (but improving).
He is still himself, joking, talking, although more slowly and interspersed with naps. My heart breaks. I make myself get up early so that I get some time alone with him before the crowds come to visit him, so he can tell me the things that he wants me to know. The Wednesday before his stroke, we had a "goodbye" lunch, where tears were shed and how much we have meant to each other was spoken, where we said out loud what we had seen and experienced over 4 years of working, laughing, doing therapy, and learning together. I am so thankful for those 2 hours now, and for the hours I know we're going to have in the future. But for now, my heart breaks.
And, our department chair is in the same hospital, with artery issues and likely facing surgery in the coming week, as well. He is intensely private, but kind and gentle. So, although I by no means am as close to him, the intense upset to our department and my community is overwhelming.
All of this follows on the heels of the internship process and saying goodbye to everything that has been our life these past 5 years. My grandmother being seriously ill and near death (but she's recovering very well now, praise God!). A closest friend having some hard stuff, and then being very hurtful to the point I had to step away in a time when I should be clinging to her. The departure of a professor under dubious circumstance of which I was informed and that put me in a weird between faculty and students and friends/colleagues/coworkers/supervisors situation. A close professor having breast cancer, and the increased load this placed on the aforementioned prof. Excruciatingly painful end of the year, saying goodbye issues compounded by the painful things I was dealing with regarding the friend I mentioned before. Difficult situations with my practicum site and with a clinical training personnel that have resulted in my having to use my voice to speak up and give hard feedback to superiors (but that has been received well and that I have been supported in). And finally, sending my husband off to Europe this morning for work, to see him again in 9 days when we will meet in Brussels.
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