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Pamela D. Lloyd ([personal profile] pameladlloyd) wrote2009-03-20 11:47 pm

An Awesome Week

This has been an awesome week. I've observed multiple classes, giving me the opportunity to observe almost all the other instructors at the school. Each has a different teaching style, but all are effective with their students. It's amazing, really. For, instance, it had never occurred to me that someone could make the subject of medical billing and coding not just fun and dynamic, but patient-centered.

But, even more amazing are the students. Some of these students come from impoverished backgrounds, some have worked for many years and want a new career, some are fresh out of high school or have just completed their GED (Tucson College offers free GED tutoring and testing to students who need it), some are already working but need to expand their skills in order to be eligible for promotion or just to keep up. Many of the students are parents, sometimes with and sometimes without a partner or family support. A few have disabilities or chronic illnesses. Some have children with disabilities or chronic illnesses, or have lost children to disabilities or chronic illnesses.

The reason I know so much about these students is that during some of the healthcare classes, they gave presentations on health topics of their choice. The topics were, almost without exception, on health issues that someone in the presentation group had experience with, either as the patient, or as a family member of the patient. One such presentation by a group of five women was on depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and similar issues. All of them suffered from one of the disorders they discussed. One of the most amazing things was learning that one of them also suffers from multiple sclerosis. I spoke with her later, during a break, and learned that at one time, her symptoms were such that she needed a wheelchair to get around. She'd had physical therapy to help her learn to walk again; she's still almost entirely numb on one side of her body. Yet, here she is in school, training to work in healthcare, so she can help others. What an inspirational woman.

Another group did a presentation on Apert's Syndrome (See also What is Apert's Syndrome?). One of the women in the group has this condition. Apert's can cause the bones of the skull to fuse together early, which prevents the brain from growing; without surgery, permanent brain damage occurs. As a result of the condition, she's had many surgeries. She's had surgeries to her hands, feet, and head, from the time that she was a small child. Apert's is also associated with learning disabilities. This student has struggled in school all her life, but she is unwilling to let that stop her from continuing to learn and to do well in her future.

Some of the students struggled with tears during their presentations. This was particularly true of those who spoke of their children with medical problems. I was impressed by the bravery of all of the students who spoke, but especially so of those who shared information about their children's medical conditions, despite the pain it brought them.

These are a few of the people who will be medical technicians, caring for us when we visit our physicians or wind up in the hospital. They will do their best, not just to care for us, but to see us as people, to give us a smile when we're ill, and to comfort us in whatever way they can.

Several times during the week, I heard instructors or other staff members reminding students to be mindful of others: mindful of the other students, of their coworkers and future coworkers, of the patients for whom they may someday provide care. Remember, they were told, that when someone speeks irritably to you, it may be because they just lost someone close to them, or are in pain, or had a fight with a loved one. Do your best to be compassionate, to smile, and to be kind. When someone's feeling down, a single smile or a kind word can give them the strength to go on.

It's a lesson that every one--not just these students, but all of us--must learn, over and over again. It's a lesson that I learned this week, along with the students. How many times have I been impatient or angry because I felt that someone--maybe a clerk in a store, a wait person in a restaurant, or a healthcare worker--wasn't friendly enough, or was doing their job poorly, or for some other perceived fault? How many times have I been irritated with someone in my family, possibly because they were irritable themselves, only to discover that they were coming down with a cold or the flu? (Please, don't worry that I'm being to hard on myself. I know I do my best to be kind and supportive of the people around me. I get feedback that tells me I'm usually pretty good at this. So, I'm not beating myself up, just aware that I still have room to grow as a person.)

This has been a hard post to write. I'm too filled up with emotion to be as coherent as I would like. Even harder, has been finding a way to finish. Maybe that's because this week is only the beginning for me.
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[identity profile] heleninwales.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for sharing. You're right. We can't always know what's going on in someone's life and sometimes people are struggling against almost overwhelming odds and we never get to know, apart from occasions like the presentations.

[identity profile] pdlloyd.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Even though I knew that intellectually, getting to know these students has really opened my eyes to some of the challenges the people around me may be facing. :)

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It *can* be so hard to remember--we do try, but I know in my own case (and I'm sure it's true for others too), sometimes I'm less patient or empathetic than I should be... sometimes it almost seems like chance or a blessing that empathy should happen at all... but worth working on

Life is so dynamic, it's always changing; we're never allowed to *stop*--no laurel resting! But on the other hand, we're never trapped forever with our bad situations or our bad ways, either. We're always able to change and adjust and try again and try new.

[identity profile] pdlloyd.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes! I think a big part of seeing others, is being about to see ourselves. We know that we're not always as patient or empathetic as we wish we were, so maybe it will help us to remember, when someone else responds sharply to something we've said or done, that they may be having a bad day and may wish they could take back their words. But, I know you've got a kind and empathetic heart. Truly, I think most of us do, although if we've encountered too much personal pain and suffering, it may be very difficult for us to express.

Life is so dynamic, it's always changing; we're never allowed to *stop*--no laurel resting! But on the other hand, we're never trapped forever with our bad situations or our bad ways, either. We're always able to change and adjust and try again and try new.

Yes! We do keep learning and growing, and that can be tiring, but it's also a source of hope and renewal. Redemption, not in some other life, but in this one, is possible.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
And I just realized that Aperts Syndrome is what the older son of a neighbor of mine from my grad student days had. He'd be the same age as my oldest son, I believe.

Wow, memories....

Now there is a person I wish I had been more supportive of. I was always friendly but distant... she even moved out to this area, as I recall. I wonder where she and her son and daughter are now. I wonder if she got divorced or stayed married....

[identity profile] pdlloyd.livejournal.com 2009-03-21 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Apert's is so rare! The student who has it has only met four other people with it, some of them children.

Now there is a person I wish I had been more supportive of.

My, do I understand that!

When my children were small and we lived way out in the country in Virginia, our next door neighbors had a child with a condition in which the bones are incredibly brittle. I met the father, but he discouraged me from ever visiting the home, and especially from bringing my boys with me, for fear that we might accidentally hurt his little girl. I'm not sure I ever even met his wife and I really wish I'd found a way to offer her support, even if it wasn't by visiting. We could have spoken on the phone, or even found a way to let the children interact while also keeping them physically separate. By the time Ian was five, he could have read stories to the girl, and he would have loved to do so.