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Waves of Today

Lying in bed with big medicine, praying the deep throbbing would settle down, but still reveling in the amazing of today. It was such a good day. I was met by the prayers of my people, and it was wonderful to feel wonderful for awhile. We basked in the sun and rolled in the sand and splashed for endless hours in the big salty ocean. My body felt at peace and so relieved in the cool, clear waves. Visions of sand castles and beautiful shells and tiny fish and a giant stingray dance when I close my eyes, and I’m so grateful for the lasting grace of this day.

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Leaning In

This past week we wrestled as we processed some new information. The brokenness can seem so overwhelming at times when we forget to give over control. We had a hard conversation with our little people, and we leaned in hard over the weekend to find the good in our story.

Saturday we supervised as our new high school freshman invited over several friends to celebrate saying goodbye to middle school. It was a mess of s’mores, slip n slides, rain, and lots of smiles and laughs.

Sunday was the first time I’ve made it physically to church in months. It was wonderful to sit among community, and to get to visit with a few of the kind women that have been reaching out to help meet our needs at home.

Monday morning we loaded up to watch a small parade in one of our neighboring towns, and then visited the dairy farm nearby to feed the animals and enjoy the most delicious freshly made ice cream.

Every time I push past the exhaustion and hurting to get to see joy and connection on my babies’ faces, it eases the discomfort in my bones and brings me the richest joy I can imagine. I’m so thankful I can still get up and embrace the best of our days. If you’re sitting on the sidelines, would you get up too? I promise it’s worth it. We’ve been given so much beauty to enjoy, let’s not miss it!

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For the Love of Hospice

For the better part of a year or more my weeks have had to revolve around appointments. With 14 separate specialists each handling a different aspect of my health, you can imagine how the calendar filled up.  Most of these doctors have done me well, and helped me cope with the different challenges of  having a degenerative neuromuscular disease, but the past several months have left me exhausted each time I’ve had to leave my home, and resenting the several times a week that I had to spend my daily energy on seeing a doctor.  Helpful, yes, but the truth is there is no cure, and they’re all just doing their best to help me be more comfortable and handle the unpleasant side effects of my condition.

My husband and I had a very honest conversation about all this, and agreed it was time to get hospice involved.  Instead of running all the time from doctor to doctor, I wanted to spend more time at home with my loves spending what energy I do have on them.  I needed all the doctors consolidated into one master plan. It was the /best/ decision. 

The palliative care people? They’re a different breed.  I remembered this from my days working on the ambulance, but it was reaffirmed to me the first time I met my new team.  They aren’t out to find me a cure; their goal is to keep me as comfortable as I can be with what I’ve got, and that is exactly what I needed.  I was met with such kindness.  They weren’t rushed and bothered like so many; they took the time to see and understand me. They acknowledged and affirmed everything I was going through and feeling, and they committed to only do what I needed most.

Our days have slowed down.  I have found myself with more energy because there is less running around.  I’m so deeply grateful to shift our goals and focus on loving each other even more. My doctor is so kind, and readily available when I need something.  When I landed in the hospital with septic pneumonia recently, my palliative care team was there, and they were the ones who stayed extra in my room and laid comforting hands on me while we spoke, asked me how I was feeling, and truly sympathized with the pain I was experiencing and wanted to help.  I am learning a whole new level of compassion from these people, and I can’t help but wonder if I show the same love when someone needs me.  I sure aim to, and I’m thankful to have such incredible examples showing me the way.

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Hard Fight

I am here.

Head down, fighting hard over a perilous week, but still crawling to stand to chant the victory cheer.

It’s going to take some time for me to recover, but I will get there. In my quiet spaces, know I am deeply grateful for every kind word, thoughtful gift, and whispered prayer. You are my people.

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Giving it Up

This week I had a pretty hard doctor appointment that revolved around the words “severe muscle impairment,” “tracheotomy,” and “ventilator.” The same day I received an email reminding me it is nearing time for me to recertify my national Paramedic license. It was a sobering day.

For these past couple years, I have let my husband’s encouraging words and glass-half-full spirit spur me on in believing that I will walk in my Medic boots again. He was always reassuring me that we would get through this; I would get strong again and go back to the career that I love. During that time I have struggled with who I am when I’m not a paramedic or a firefighter. It became such a big part of what motivated and moved me that when it was gone I struggled with depression and wondering who I was. I still do at times.

Being a paramedic and firefighter is unlike any job on earth. To get to walk into people’s lives at the time they need you most, it’s indescribable. It was a privilege and an honor to get to show up in homes, cars, churches; all the places people have built their beautiful messy lives, and serve them at their most vulnerable moments.

I know that I am loved and cherished as I am. I know I am still me, and the people that matter the most will accept me as I am, but it has been a painful walk to slip further and further from my polished boots, the distinctive smell of bunker gear, and the smooth weight of my stethoscope around my neck. Like most folks in my line of work, I am a strong type A that likes to have everything under control. It is extremely humbling, and sometimes discouraging to see that I have lost much of that control, and have to surrender to something that controls me, rather than myself controlling it. What an important lesson in life though; one I undoubtedly needed to learn. We are not our own, and the power is not ours.

Most nights I don’t dream, but when I do it is of being back on the streets alongside my cherished partners, rushing toward the danger and the opportunity to help save a life. I know they are just dreams, but until I can’t anymore, I will keep clinging to them with a smile.

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Goodness

It has been two years since I’ve taken a shower. Until today. Well, a normal one anyway. Because of having a central line in my chest that can’t get wet, it’s been a lot of top half/bottom half showering, or sponge baths and then washing my hair. Well last week my central line was pulled, and replaced with a port that sits under my skin. It’s accessed once a week, which means Monday morning I get to pull it until it is replaced by my nurse later in the day.

Today I sat in the shower and marveled at how incredible it feels to have hot streams of water pouring over my head and down my shoulders. I washed my face and then got to rinse it off in the steaming spray. It!Was! Glorious! I may or may not have had to push my emergency button for help getting out because I overdid it a little. My bullet journal got an early update today, because I don’t even care what happens the rest of the day, this is a wonderful, excellent, outstanding, very good day.

If you can’t reach me, you know where I’ll be! Enjoy this picture of me deaccessed, sparkly clean, and oh so happy!

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