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  • Catharsis

    I think I spelled it right...I suppose I'm hoping that by breaking out and writing here on a regular (ok, intermittent) basis, I will find some comfort and some peace---about where I am in my life journey, my marriage, my career, my relationships.

    Life is difficult. I think this is the first line in the book "The Road Less Traveled", which I read quite a while ago. I didn't retain much regarding the contents of the book, but I'll never forget the first line. And damn, is it ever true.

    This week has been especially rough....A little background--I work in transplant (post heart-lung and lung) here in CA. It's been an amazing experience--I really love what I do, and I feel privileged to be the person that almost 150 patients count on for triage of their transplant-related issues. Fortunately for me, I don't hear from all 150 on a regular basis! There are probably around 30 or so who have ongoing issues that I happen to talk to on a regular basis, and this group changes depending on how far out each person is from their transplant (I speak to or see the more newly transplanted people most frequently).

    Last weekend, a patient of ours (43 years old) died very suddenly at home. I don't know how to convey this in words, but the emotion I felt when I learned of his death was like nothing I've ever experienced, and I think it honestly caught me by surprise. I learned of his death via e-mail, when I first came into the office, and all I could do was bury my head in my hands and sob. It was such a raw feeling of despair....it felt and still feels so personal to me, because this guy was under my watchful and protective wing....we joked and laughed together--I knew his wife; he had shared with me the letter he had just written to his donor family to thank them for the gift of life; I had just seen him in clinic three days prior to his death; he was MY responsibility. I know this may sound extreme--obviously, others are involved in his care, and I naturally recognize this.

    I've seen a lot of death in the short 6 years I've been a nurse--death is a lot of what you see in the ICU. Yes, I felt sadness and shed tears when people died in the ICU, but it was such a different emotion from what I am experiencing now. In the ICU, you turn care over to different nurses and go home after your shift. In this job, I AM the other nurse. These people are my patients until they die, I die, or I no longer work in this job. And it's such an amazing, painful, awesome, frustrating, fulfilling....job.....or perhaps a better word is "privilege" or "calling".

    I keep thinking that the more I talk about this or write about this guy's death, the closer I will come to feeling at peace, or being comforted. But I'm just not getting there. I want so badly to call his wife to give her gentle words of comfort, but selfishly, I haven't been able to because I fear I will break down in tears. But would that be such a bad thing? I cried with the families in the ICU, why would I try to stifle that emotion now? Maybe I will call her tomorrow...maybe after that, I will be able to move on...I hope.

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    I was lying down with my daughter tonight, giving her her favorite before sleep backrub, and I realized it's the first time in quite a while that I've actually THOUGHT--that is, quiet, uninterrupted, thoughts...(thoughts that actually didn't involve what I need to do, what I had done, and what drama had unfolded during the course of the work-day). And suddenly I was struck with how out of touch I really am with WHO I am. I think this was meant as a miniature wake-up call from somewhwere/someplace (??? Work with me here, I 'm not a church-goer presently...but this is for discussion in another devoted post!)--a "spiritual awakening" of some sort? Who knows.....

    Life is full of "noise"....literal noise and figurative noise. To me, this explains why I have found it next to impossible to maintain a blog. Sure, I recognize that a blog doesn't have to be some heavy narrative of my life--but even silencing the noise to come here to write about ANYTHING has been difficult at best.

    I feel so cheesy saying "I want to reconnect with me", but in essence, I guess that's what I'm trying to say. I want to get back to knowing my core-self, but don't know how to do so without increasing the Noise in my life....getting to know oneself means uncovering all of it, and coming face to face with all of the raw stuff...good and bad. And when the layers are peeled back, sometimes there's a lot of pain. I have a lot of pain I have tucked away in a far away place because my mom has only met my daughter once, and that's only because I took my daughter to her. I haven't seen my sister for several years....not because we don't love each other, but because our lives have consumed us. It's just as much my responsibility as it is hers. I've called her two or three times in the last few weeks and haven't even heard back..even a "I can't talk but got your message and love you" would have felt better than nothing at all. But it's certainly gone both ways, so I can't point the blame her way completely. These are only a few pieces of "baggage" I know need some attention.

    Most importantly, the disconnect from my true-self has impacted my marriage; (Ok, so the husband's job isn't exactly always marriage friendly, either, but I've certainly made my own contribution to some of the strife we've felt in the past). My husband more than deserves the "true-self" me; he didn't marry me to get less than that.

    Phew....I suddenly feel emotionally exhausted. I think I'll sleep on this, and will hopefully be free of the "toothless" dreams!!!

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