Middle School Science

I love being a science teacher. It was my parents love of family camping trips that immersed me in exploring the natural world. On naturalist walks at national parks, I soaked in the details about parasitic plants found in eastern deciduous forests and constellations gazed at on mountain tops and sea cucumbers discovered in tidal pools.

I love teaching middle school girls. They are funny and curious and intellectually vibrant. Yesterday I was teaching 7th graders about the cell cycle and mitosis. The topic for the day was how this all works and how almost all the time, it goes right. When it doesn’t go right, the cells pass the natural check points and start to divide uncontrollably. That’s what cancer is. They started asking all the “what happens if/when” questions. Someone asked if you lose your sense of smell, can you get it back. If your optic nerves are damaged, can they be repaired? They know that Mark has cancer, because a letter went home when I had to be out for our trip to Texas. I hadn’t talked to them about it though. Yesterday, it fit and so I did. I carefully related their questions about smell and vision to sinus cancer and treatment. Their questions flowed. Why does my aunt with bone cancer have to have oxygen? Do men get breast cancer? My mom had breast cancer at Stage 1. What do the stages mean? Does cancer hurt? Can cancer be cured, or is it always just being managed? What are mets? How does cancer kill you? And this one: if your husband is sick, why are you here? I answered what I could, and we wondered together about the questions for which I didn’t know the answers.

To me, this is the essence of being a good teacher: taking the teachable moments when they come, giving room for questions to be asked, creating a safe community to explore together our world and our lives. It was awesome.

The Facts of Life

I woke up at 5am to hear Mark watching TV. I held out til 5:45 am before wandering out to the living room. Mark was watching The Facts of Life. I remember all the big 80s hair and shoulder pads and what was actually, on second glance, a very progressive show. Mark looked at me and quoted the theme song from the show: “You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and then you have the facts of life…”

Then Bobby the caregiver came, and I drove to work in a beautiful first snowfall. The students were so excited that it was hard during class to distract them away from just gazing out the windows. At lunchtime I drove to Oakland and met up with Mark. We met with the ENT surgeon, and I watched as the doc shoved an alarmingly long scope up Marks nose and then watched on the screen as the tumor that is eating our lives whole came into view. At the neurosurgeon appointment, waiting as he was running three hours late, I leaned my head on Mark’s shoulder because I knew that if I did, he would lay his head on mine and fall asleep. Six hours after arriving at the hospital, we drove home. The city lights shined, and we went through a drive-through and ate hot french fries and held hands. He is asleep sitting on the couch next to me. The facts of life, the facts of life.

Epilepsy – We are Now Aware

I’ve joined a number of Facebook groups over the course of this year. You can track my year, and Mark’s health year, by them. In February, I joined one for people with a spouse with a chronic illness. In August, I joined one for people with cancer and their caregivers. Then another, for people with SNUC and their spouses. In October, I joined one for people with epilepsy and their loved ones. I have to say, with all the challenges people write about in all these groups, perhaps the group that expresses the greatest level of stress, anxiety, depression, fear, and hopelessness is the epilepsy group. So I’m sharing a post from there here, as a public service announcement to let yinz know that folks with seizures really, really struggle. They are often lonely and isolated. They’ve lost their jobs, their independence, and their sense of safety in their own bodies. November is epilepsy awareness month. Shout out to all those with seizures. You are fighting a hard battle. I hear you.

Social Security

I just spent 45 minutes in the phone queue with Social Security, and then had a 20 minute phone call with them to set up that they will send me a letter letting me know when my phone appt would be to continue filing for benefits on behalf of Mark. Read that a few times again. See why I nap in my car? 

Random things from today

1. We are jumping ship from one hospital to another for Mark’s radiation oncology. Zapping his head with radiation just seems like too sensitive of a thing to not go with a team that solely focuses on head and neck cancers. I don’t love the idea of starting over with a new place and new people and systems to learn, but it’s gotta be done.
2. The radiation oncologist doctor talked to their ENT surgeon, who thinks that he may be able to surgically resect the tumor. Stay tuned. Waiting for a phone call from the surgeon.
3. Mark goes to sleep every night by 7 pm. You’d think this would give me some time to myself, but I seem highly capable of filling it with meaningless activities and then falling asleep by 9 pm.
4. Mark’s caregiver was here from 6:30-2 today, and then his friend Kevin came from 2-5:30. This left me a one hour window after work and before I had to be home. A rare hour for me! I used it well. Found a parking spot at the mall and crawled into the back seat and slept. It was great!
Ever onward, D.

Mark, Night Wanderer

I check the Nest cam most mornings, because it’s about the most fun I have on any given day to see either the very fat groundhog waddle up the front steps or the neighborhood cat continuing it’s siege on our chipmunks. Some mornings, I find other entertaining things on the camera. Like this past week, when I found Mark taking out the trash at 2:25 am. Now as much as I appreciate the desire to help, it’s not exactly optimal to have Mark up and outside in the middle of the night. Or inside. But nightly, he gets up because he can’t sleep. He makes himself a pot of coffee (I am now hiding anything other than decaf), does some chores (popping a balloon at 5 am on Friday morning was not a high point for me), naps on the couch, and just sits and lets time pass. (Not being helped by his middle of the night pot of coffee.) Remember what it was like to have a toddler that got up in the night, after you gave them a big kid bed? Imagine that, but with someone who can turn on the stove. I’ve taken to getting up when I hear him get up, and following him to the living room. I can say with confidence that the couch is not as comfortable as our bed. I don’t want to be up at 2 am. My advice for today, not that you asked: tell anyone who you know who’s been a caregiver that they are amazing. Ask anyone you know who’s being a caregiver how you can help them. They will probably say they’re fine. They are lying. They may be lying to themselves, too. They may be too exhausted and numb to know the difference between fine and not fine. It’s a hard gig. We don’t sign up for it. We find ourselves in it. We cope. We do our best. We are dog tired. I had no idea.