For the Daily Prompt: unfurl. A curled fern.
I am not sure who organized this gathering, but everyone is here. Some lined up and some just enjoying the group and enjoying the gathering.
For the Daily Prompt: foggy.
What comes to mind for today’s Daily Prompt: substandard?
As a rural Family Practice Physician, what comes to mind is the United States current health care system.
There is nothing substandard about our health insurance system: it does what it is supposed to, which is earn money for owners and investors. But it is frankly terrible at delivering health care, health care is not the goal, and we spend twice as much per US citizen as the next most expensive health care system in the world. And we do not have universal health care for our citizens and we rank below 30th in health care measures.
Wake up, US citizens. Let’s buy health care with our dollars, not health insurance. Single payer, one system, low overhead, clear rules and coverage and everyone in, no one out.
For the Daily Prompt: shallow.
Are these waters deep or shallow?
What do I fear in the depths or am I comfortable there?
Sunrise, Port Townsend Bay, 2012, with Mount Rainier in the distance.
This article came up yesterday on Facebook:
How never to say the wrong thing….
Well, now, wait. What the hell is your goal? To always comfort people? To always say the right thing? Peaceful and sweet and niceness all the time?
And isn’t it dishonest?
Isn’t a true friend that loves you the friend who says, hey, this guy you are dating sounds just like the last one, didn’t you say you weren’t going to do that again?
Even if it makes you mad. And you forgive them because damn it, they are RIGHT. You might not forgive them right away. It might take a while. You might shun them and then have to do some crawling and apologizing.
Our society is terribly afraid of emotion. Don’t say the wrong thing. Do not make someone angry, afraid, never ever hurt anyone.
Except…. I am a physician. And I’ve had my mother and then my little sister die of cancer.
With my mother, we did what she wanted. She was home for 6 weeks in hospice. My sister and I cried for two minutes after I told her the surgeon said feeding her iv would kill her faster. We took her home on iv fluid and morphine to starve. She was tough tough tough. We had over thirty visitors from as far away as London.
My partner was her doctor. She did a home visit and she cried. Afterwards my mother said, “I didn’t appreciate that.” So we did not cry.
My sister did one day when I was at work. She started crying after my mother was asleep in the hospital bed. She called me. “I started crying. And everyone left. Everyone left the room. Not one person stayed with me.”
Ouch. Now I can see that once my sister started, everyone was afraid that they would start too. So they all left.
I stopped talking. In the fifth week, family called and I was handed the phone. “How is she? Are you ok?” I just held the phone. I knew I was supposed to say reassuring things, I am ok, she is ok, but I wasn’t and she wasn’t. She was dying and I was broken, weeping inside. So I just held the phone, silent.
My mother died. We were all exhausted. And for the next two years I thought about it…. and one thing that I thought was, I wish she had let me cry. I did what she wanted. We all did. But in the end, I never got to cry with my mother and say how much I was going to miss her.
And maybe she would not have appreciated it. But I am her daughter! Don’t my feelings and wishes matter? There are two of us in this relationship!
Then my sister got breast cancer. At age 41. Stage IIIC. And this time I thought, I will be different.
I refused to do what she wanted. I told her I loved her, I told her when I was mad at her, I told her when she was hurting my feelings and when she was being wonderful. I held BOTH of us close. I held her close but I refused to let her go into the cancer bubble where no one was telling her the truth.
I was dating a man who complained. He told a couple’s counselor: “I want her to do what her sister wants or cut her off.” I explained about my mom. I explained about the cancer bubble, where people stop being honest and only do what they think you want. The counselor defended me.
And I think I did the right thing. For me. AND for my sister. Because our last day together, she thanked me and she even apologized for something… and I got to say “I love you anyhow.” I meant it to my bone marrow. People yelled at me for being grumpy, bitchy, not doing what she said…. but I was my real self with her. And she knew it. And she also knew I love her and stayed real with her.
In the hospital when someone is very sick, families fight. They argue. They get angry. The emotions are running high. The doctors, the nurses, the janitors, the desk people, we are used to it. People yell, they cry, they behave badly. But their hearts are breaking, why would we expect them or order them to behave well? Honestly, sometimes they work off some of the anger part of grief by fighting with each other.
In clinic sometimes I am handling a room: a person with cancer with a spouse and one or more children. Adult children. People handle death in different ways. Siblings fight before and after a death, “You aren’t doing right.” We are all different. The way I grieve is different from the way you grieve. There is no wrong, there is no blame.
My sister wanted to handle her cancer with grace. Grace, it’s complicated. For me, the greatest grace is honesty.
I want to die singing, crying, going to see the people I love that are gone, and honestly. The I Ching sometimes says there is no blame. Think if we could all accept each other’s honest emotions. The most beautiful harmony is sometimes the resolution of dissonance. Goodbye, goodbye, I will miss you so….and there is no blame.
For the Daily Prompt: harmonize. I took the photograph of my sister four days before she died.
For the Daily Prompt: moxie.
More happy bees. I am so brave to get so close to photograph them! Moxie me!
For the Daily Prompt: bumble. I think this is a honeybee, not a bumble bee. I took this on the Mount Townsend hike. Lots of beautiful wildflowers but the bee thinks this dandelion is just dandy….
I took this Monday when I was walking into the church to chorus. The tree is so beautiful against the greys of the sky and church.
For the Daily Prompt: bury.
I took this at Great Falls, Virginia, on a hike. And even something as delicate as a butterfly wants to survive in our world.
I will be calling Congress again today, do not pass a bill to take away more health care form US citizens. Wake up, US citizens, our health care system is currently built on greed and profit. Let’s join the rest of humanity with medicare for all, single payer, instead of continuing to enrich insurance companies and healthcare corporations….