With baby boomers now eligible to be members in the AARP, talking to an aging population is a challenge for health care providers. Here’s a great post from the folks at Writer Girl Associations, called “How to speak to your elderly patients.”
Globally the news was unsettling, to say the least. Planes disappeared or were shot out of the sky. Russia reminded us that they still remain a threat. Entire communities were devastated by fire, mudslides, floods and tornadoes. Ebola became a frightening reality and a household word. More shootings happened at more schools, with more lives senselessly lost. The ugliness of racism was brought into the spotlight. Police officers were assassinated.
We lost people who made us laugh, like Robin Williams; and people who made us think, like Maya Angelou. Members of Congress stomped their feet like children and refused to work together to support the people who elected them.
Personally, we took a major loss when we sold our first home. My dad was hospitalized in a long, scary night. I said goodbye to a colleague and friend. My dog had some major health issues, including an emergency vet visit on Mother’s Day. We had an ant invasion in our new home on Father’s Day. I saw a milestone birthday that made me face the reality of how short life really is.
In the midst of all that, it’s easy to get mired in the negativity. But being able to recognize the blessings in life that really matter helps keep us grounded and feel just a little safer in our own small part of the world.
My husband and I faced some of the most trying times in our marriage — and came out stronger in the end. My dad recovered and is doing well, and still bowls at the ripe old age of 87, along with my mom, who’s now 86. In fact, we celebrated their 64th anniversary. My dog recovered and is well, and they both make me smile every day.
I’m incredibly fortunate to still have my parents with me as I reached the age of 50. We are blessed to have the means to buy a new home with the solitude we were hoping for. I learned that true friends are rare and must be appreciated. I have a job I enjoy that sometimes let’s me help people who I’ve never met, thanks to social networks. I was also fortunate to form new friendships with wonderful people through those same networks.
When I sit back and think of all the blessings in my life, I know I have much to be thankful for — and family and friends are tops on that list, along along with the little things that make life wonderful. Things like having the time to read a book, watching fireflies from our deck on a warm summer night, having a true friend who will laugh and cry with you, celebrating holidays with family, and watching dogs run with pure joy are just some of those.
As this year closes and I prepare for another new year, I’m grateful for all those things. Focusing on those are what’s important and helps to manage the big, bad, scary things that are happening all around us every day.
So what are the little things in life that you are grateful for as we welcome 2015?
For several weeks, concern has been building to a level that is becoming close to a panic here in the U.S. People are very concerned about the potential spread of the Ebola virus. Parents are worried about their children being affected by Enterovirus D-68. Their concerns are certainly justified, as these diseases can have serious or fatal outcomes.
During times of crisis, I always thought that we saw the good side of people. And to some extent, we have. I know there are medical staff from my own organization who have jeopardized their own health and safety to go to Liberia to join others and help address the Ebola outbreak there. These are the people who are doing good and have stepped up to the plate to help their fellow man.
Unfortunately, what is becoming more apparent to me is that times like these also bring out the worst in people, and their ability to be cruel. Let me explain what I mean. There are people who call in “anonymous tips” from a hospital saying there is an area quarantined and that someone with Ebola is there. Or a hospital nurse who calls into a radio talk show to report she doesn’t know how to use protective gear and staff are frightened and declare the hospital is not prepared to deal with it (when in fact it is).
What do these people think they are accomplishing? Do they find it funny? I’m sorry but I fail to see the humor in any of this. Are they disgruntled staff who think they are hurting their employer’s reputation by reporting such false information? If that’s the case I hope there are repercussions for their actions.
Such actions not only instill fear, but also diminish the public’s trust that the hospital is prepared to handle such an outbreak. And social media only adds fuel to the fire. People actually became ill due to a false rumor that circulated across the globe telling people drinking salt water would protect them from Ebola. These rumors even resulted in deaths.
To me, what may be even more disturbing are also those irresponsible members of the media who use their position to further stir up panic due to ignorance, ego or a lack of understanding of how false information can spread like wildfire. Rather than doing what responsible members of the media would do and report the facts only, and do their best to quell a panic, there are the members of the media, who are out there stirring up their own levels of panic: the radio talk show host who falsely announces that a man with Ebola was vomiting outside a major trauma center, and who declares that the hospital is not ready to care for these patients (his opinion). Then there is the nationally known doctor who appears on a morning talk show and declares that the virus could mutate and become airborne.
So come on people, act responsibly. Do your job, whether it be providing health care or reporting the news, get the facts straight, don’t start rumors, and help to allay the public’s fears, rather than add fuel to the fire.
I don’t know about you, but this summer has been a whirlwind. When we moved to our new home in June, I don’t think we knew just how much work we were in for. It has been three steady months of projects and work and painting and decorating and renovating and shopping and cleaning and rearranging. Needless to say, my blog and any summer fun took a back seat to what needed to be done (thanks to a bit of an obsessive personality trait!). But now, summer is over, the house is in really good shape, and now it’s time for me to get back to blogging.
Last week, as I was trying to catch up on some personal emails and reading, I came across a request from a total stranger. It was a simple request — to help spread the word about the 10th annual Mesothelioma Awareness Day on September 26. For anyone who reads my blog, you know I don’t usually post about specific medical conditions. But I truly believe that a big part of blogging and social media is to make use of it to bring attention to things that deserve it. And when I read the request, didn’t I feel silly lamenting about missing some fun this summer.
When Heather Von St. James reached out to me, I was truly honored. Her request was a simple one, and I am doing my best to fulfill her request and have a small part in sharing her story, all in the hopes that you will pass this along. Let’s make this go viral!
Mesothelioma is relatively rare and is caused by asbestos exposure. Each year, 3000 people are diagnosed with it. In 2005, Heather was only 36 when she was diagnosed, shortly after giving birth to her daughter, Lily. At the time, she was given only 15 months to live. Eight years later, and one lung less, she is now not only surviving, but thriving and is leading a cause to spread the word about mesothelioma — a disease that is preventable but takes many lives.
I have spent my entire career in the healthcare communications field. But the decades do not diminish the emotions that I feel every time I see someone who has won their own personal battle, or the tear(s) I shed when I learn of someone whose life was cut short, usually too soon. I am incredibly grateful for the fact that I have not had to find out how I would react were I to receive such a diagnosis. I can only hope that I would have the strength and courage to fight the same way Heather did and so many others I have had the good fortune to meet over the years.
So when Heather reached out to me for help, I was honored to have an opportunity to help spread the word about this cause and to highlight what an inspiration this woman is. You can read much more about Heather here and you can also learn more about mesothelioma. It’s incredible to see how well she’s doing, and so admirable to see how she has taken her own experience to help prevent others from going through what she has.
I hope readers of this blog will be as inspired as I was by her strength and perseverance, and will help to spread the word as well.
If you read my blog, which has been basically non-existent for months now, you’ll know that we were in the midst of selling our home. Well, finally, it happened, with closings on both houses and the big move on the same day.
Now I spend my life in social media. It’s my job. But I honestly can say that documenting any of this process through social media was the last thing on my mind. In fact, with the exception of the photo you see here, it wasn’t on my mind at all!
I know there are people who automatically think to take a photo of something and Instagram it and post it to their Twitter and Facebook accounts. It’s a natural occurrence, and it’s second nature to them. It’s just a part of life. And sometimes I wonder why I don’t do more of it.
Looking back, I wish I had taken more photos, but not for posting, just to have some sort of documentation of it all. When I think about others in my circles — tweeps, Facebook friends, or fellow pinners (no, I’m not on Instagram), I know that so much of this process would have been captured with selfies, pictures of moving trucks, empty rooms, full rooms, last looks at the old house, first looks at the new house, signed closing papers, etc. Did these thoughts even pop into my mind to do this? Absolutely not.
Maybe it’s because the move and all the details were overwhelming to me. But with the exception of that sole picture, there was nothing that was photographed, no status updates, no Pinterest pics or tweets… it was simply days of packing and cleaning, and then and unpacking, cleaning and scrubbing, laying down shelf paper, hanging curtains and getting organized.
Maybe it’s that I do it for a living and so I’m less apt to do it for my personal life. Or maybe it’s an age thing and I’m just not programmed to think that way.
Whatever it is, I’m also always conscious of not wanting to overshare, and not wanting every aspect of my life to be out there for people to see. Maybe some things should be kept private. Maybe [gasp!], people might not care to read some things people are posting!
I love social media. I love how you can connect with people you might never have known. I am hooked on getting news on Twitter at any time of day or night. I learn so much from reading others blogs, and II am so grateful that I have been able to reconnect with people I lost touch with years ago.
And then there’s the down side. The people who clearly are so self-indulgent their posts are dripping with it. The people who appear to have their priorities in all the wrong places. There are some posts that just bother me, that cause me to question my own beliefs, and that’s just NOT what social media should be, right?
I recently read a post by a woman I met on Twitter several years ago. Margie Clayman is a smart, funny and witty marketing pro. Most of all, I respect her ability to be very frank while writing beautifully on her blog. Recently her blog had a post on why she was deactivating her Facebook account. I thought to myself, “Wow, she’s got the right idea.” And briefly, every so briefly, I thought about doing the same with mine. But I didn’t.
Was it the fear of missing out? Perhaps. Was it that I didn’t want to lose the connections I’d made? That’s more likely. Whatever the reason, now I can only blame myself when I read posts that annoy me, or make me envious or any of the other seven deadly sins. I understand social media. I understand the world we live in. I understand the need for some people to share their drinks, their food, their dates, their runs to the bathroom… but I just don’t think that’s what social media is all about.
So by all means, please do celebrate the big moments in your life — the weddings, the babies, the new homes, the engagements, the dinners with friends, the reunions… but maybe be a little more selective, and maybe people won’t be so turned off that they tune out completely. And whether you think I’m totally out of line here or you agree, please feel free to leave a comment!
Things always change in the world of social media and sometimes it’s hard to keep up. Recently, two things cropped up that deserve more attention than others.
You can read more of this post on Hospital Impact:
In yesterday’s post I expressed my disappointment in the David Ortiz selfie because I read that it had been pre-arranged as a promo for Samsung. This morning I updated that post, and now, well, I am basically recanting!
I just read this article, indicating that The White House says it was not pre-arranged and would not authorize the President’s image for any commercial use. And David Ortiz himself told the Boston Globe that it really was spontaneous.
And I believe in Big Papi, and his good nature, and I now believe it was just that… another in a long line of Big Papi moments. Keep the selfie’s coming! Let’s just hope Samsung doesn’t decide to commercialize it again.