tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41813772545638850622024-03-05T10:32:51.690-08:00Kier Does LifeMom...Wife...Acute Care Nurse Practitioner...Camp Nurse... Disaster Responder..Champion Snaughler Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-48880367071250920632022-04-25T20:04:00.003-07:002022-04-25T20:04:13.935-07:00A Nurse Practitioner’s Top 5 Reasons To Travel with Walker Wellness Retreats<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1S5Jr2aYssASVuZ1ZhcN2eD9lnk1Gaa2ZzBB97EwMf7QwmUj1cpsGcQYvwBXuS8hGkz2y705rXeCem6PqpwfGHyvP5kIrdW_F4JxYRg2dUlEoI074-Qm1dLB1iw8vgp__9jOR4wGyLDC71U8WKW85pj_4aaG6AU-t9ePAX8iUV1frO_egfUpD-7alSg/s4032/FE9D23AC-F9EB-46FE-9ED4-E1BBCA7D9770.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1S5Jr2aYssASVuZ1ZhcN2eD9lnk1Gaa2ZzBB97EwMf7QwmUj1cpsGcQYvwBXuS8hGkz2y705rXeCem6PqpwfGHyvP5kIrdW_F4JxYRg2dUlEoI074-Qm1dLB1iw8vgp__9jOR4wGyLDC71U8WKW85pj_4aaG6AU-t9ePAX8iUV1frO_egfUpD-7alSg/w279-h209/FE9D23AC-F9EB-46FE-9ED4-E1BBCA7D9770.jpeg" width="279" /></a> Zion National Park, Bryce Canyon Fall 2021</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAwFd48kSR70X1GVueHf6jIjLJWKBW8h1n_ydKB_9Il0PUt5zaPfRDUfb1Di3qxfsNW1uVh44eP-Mns0nWTrHlZD0dveluX-zls-f-xfDGmG_AxfkOSf2nqpcEoT1tfuyTFoq0dDDfF3KHPV7LcVUe5SO0OHuy9FQ7lOlvRZyaFM3q41HpwMlGHgkqg/s4032/276B586A-6421-483D-8F2A-617596ABA754.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAwFd48kSR70X1GVueHf6jIjLJWKBW8h1n_ydKB_9Il0PUt5zaPfRDUfb1Di3qxfsNW1uVh44eP-Mns0nWTrHlZD0dveluX-zls-f-xfDGmG_AxfkOSf2nqpcEoT1tfuyTFoq0dDDfF3KHPV7LcVUe5SO0OHuy9FQ7lOlvRZyaFM3q41HpwMlGHgkqg/w261-h196/276B586A-6421-483D-8F2A-617596ABA754.jpeg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">While I am an official card-carrying member of the <a href="https://walkerwellnessretreats.com/">Walker Wellness Retreat</a>s Fan Club (if there were such a thing), the opinions shared here are my own and not sponsored. As a nurse practitioner working in the ICU through the pandemic, Zion National Park was a dream trip of mine. I hadn’t planned a trip as I wasn’t sure who to go with and not all of my family is into hiking. I watched the show “9 Perfect Strangers” on HBO Max (about a TOTALLY MESSED UP retreat) and thought “maybe I can find something like that, only not messed up. I googled “Wellness Retreats Zion” and Walker Wellness popped up. Their reviews were great and the retreat seemed like the right mix of hiking and relaxation. Little did I know that during my November Zion retreat, I would enjoy myself so much that I would book a trip with the Walkers to Peru, with a culture and food experience as well as a 4 day trek on the Inca Trail which finished at the Inca trail. I am typing this on my flight home from Peru.</span></p><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So why Walker Wellness Retreats?
1. Every Detail is Planned for You: On both the Zion and Peru trips, there was not a single thing to worry about. From pickup at the airport to restaurant selection to Covid testing required to re-enter the US, everything was planned. As someone who often feels responsible for planning and ensuring things run smoothly (at work and on vacation), the idea of a vacation I don’t have to plan is glorious. Someone tells you where to be and when, and you get to truly enjoy your vacation.
2. Walker Wellness Retreats are perfect for solo travelers and small groups alike: The Zion retreat was my first real solo vacation. This was a stretch outside of my comfort zone, but traveling with the Walkers meant I wasn’t alone. I also met great people and hiking partners on the trip. Peru was much the same, though I already knew Amy and Brian Walker when I arrived.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_pIVN25X9YAJE2mkfa18xfzjjEZwINBfMwHDnGWBW8-UuCgWqGsuHPDOUH_PoIvKatPcTNAmPm_1TH5pwPN816upHsCv_K53PDAAbh7jJHBDqFonpF3f0v7oQDVMRGwlbSrHeOJcrh10fYi-ga3tJifVmnkrhzwUSrvq7UXNa9X4fgMbCJ29y8vE4w/s2049/53508954-E620-4BDF-B247-E026391CCACE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2049" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_pIVN25X9YAJE2mkfa18xfzjjEZwINBfMwHDnGWBW8-UuCgWqGsuHPDOUH_PoIvKatPcTNAmPm_1TH5pwPN816upHsCv_K53PDAAbh7jJHBDqFonpF3f0v7oQDVMRGwlbSrHeOJcrh10fYi-ga3tJifVmnkrhzwUSrvq7UXNa9X4fgMbCJ29y8vE4w/s320/53508954-E620-4BDF-B247-E026391CCACE.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qxQX310O0FLlcGbO91MB3lUumBqkD24OmokwQpfR8BTPwqt6l7XDuUBMW_s0uZz8-qrDWxsgyb7tCS5SgW8SJC_NMlEPBlDFL3hAWD9l2aIWs8aYeUWxK3B9cQHC9JPgoqFentD7VizZ22q0sJbYnJPr36FB3fYQqaTpIYMiPEGspe4e1OV7ZsIIkQ/s4032/D956172A-C8BA-44EA-8AAC-75E9F41B15D7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qxQX310O0FLlcGbO91MB3lUumBqkD24OmokwQpfR8BTPwqt6l7XDuUBMW_s0uZz8-qrDWxsgyb7tCS5SgW8SJC_NMlEPBlDFL3hAWD9l2aIWs8aYeUWxK3B9cQHC9JPgoqFentD7VizZ22q0sJbYnJPr36FB3fYQqaTpIYMiPEGspe4e1OV7ZsIIkQ/s320/D956172A-C8BA-44EA-8AAC-75E9F41B15D7.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
3. Traveling with Amy and Brian is like traveling with friends: Once you have gotten to know Amy and Brian on a retreat, the next retreat truly feels like a vacation with dear friends. The smaller group sizes lend themselves to getting to know the people on your retreat and getting quality time with the Walkers (who are awesome). Even if you travel alone, you are leaving the trip with new friends.
4. The Food: In Zion, the retreat included amazing meals for breakfast and dinner, with an incredibly fresh spread for make-your own wraps/sandwiches/snacks to take on your hikes. There were several people with dietary restrictions on my retreat, and there were Gluten-Free, Lactose-Free, and Vegan options at every meal. In Peru, each restaurant was pre-selected and meals sometimes ordered family style so we could try a variety of foods. On the Inca Trail, the food provided by Alpaca Expeditions was incredible (especially considering it was all carried by porters and cooked at the campsites). Lunch and dinner were always multiple courses, shared as a group during the hike.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); clear: both; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibG_1u7EeRazeYNOSOUM4dS1LuMMdo-53ny1GoOp0Ae7uAbvomEWtEjqUD57hAhPN-n_vZTDLOzQUbvub906TJFrAys8WtN49oJDPtAgIf8zgO4zF9qi3phj5HD2GWHlSOYIbRh3Uc292511UXDHA2t2U6JIZ5xvBWSLFsccuUKjIurxAOvCC2faaPzA/s4032/51160CCD-1B0E-436E-A52A-21B6F9178951.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibG_1u7EeRazeYNOSOUM4dS1LuMMdo-53ny1GoOp0Ae7uAbvomEWtEjqUD57hAhPN-n_vZTDLOzQUbvub906TJFrAys8WtN49oJDPtAgIf8zgO4zF9qi3phj5HD2GWHlSOYIbRh3Uc292511UXDHA2t2U6JIZ5xvBWSLFsccuUKjIurxAOvCC2faaPzA/s320/51160CCD-1B0E-436E-A52A-21B6F9178951.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Making it to the top of “Dead Woman’s Pass” with a dear new friend</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">5. Thoughtfully curated experiences: Amy and Brian Walker do extensive research when planning a trip. They look for the best tour guides, restaurants, cultural experiences, and in the case of Peru trekking company for Manchu Picchu visit. As the Walkers are on the international trips with their guests, they get real-time feedback on each experience. They also adjust plans as needed to enhance the experience for the group. Their thoughtful approach and attention to detail make the trips exemplary.</span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Walker Wellness Retreats helped me find an outlet in the most challenging year of my nursing career. I also found amazing friends and travel partners….and my journey with Walker isn’t over. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XS_pb8IwQREQHdN6FiBMfqqviA5OSLsEbV9hZM3-uwJzEfFJC_Us90r_zeQhU_T75JTHbeJGMTM_YwF25u8A_eSOrg1UREbZUz1BD_m3qovNiH4qUzVQgZToHC2NVTcuUY7hshNyk-A-b_ESkBPZ40X9OcTGhKTHdEXV2YIwo3ErJpVVRGStQ4H5sA/s4032/7D9A5466-087F-4FEB-87FC-78F54C705746.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XS_pb8IwQREQHdN6FiBMfqqviA5OSLsEbV9hZM3-uwJzEfFJC_Us90r_zeQhU_T75JTHbeJGMTM_YwF25u8A_eSOrg1UREbZUz1BD_m3qovNiH4qUzVQgZToHC2NVTcuUY7hshNyk-A-b_ESkBPZ40X9OcTGhKTHdEXV2YIwo3ErJpVVRGStQ4H5sA/s320/7D9A5466-087F-4FEB-87FC-78F54C705746.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDVBD68APlyPOHWGPy8Vk5YUeUQm306mVtlF_qPAh06oRsKP9R5GvScxE9ThQCU0pv7ftpBUSlpt4dWP-oUcFXf2o2ozgk9HJpZj9C8CzshS8CrJWRbCtSCodVZIxDmb5z4PNfNR9yYuXuBIjSHL2wJ-K1ZasXfLziKMtsEF-FEo84zdFpvVDW0IK3g/s4032/AC8AC849-0A3F-4613-BEA6-692DD7C822A2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDVBD68APlyPOHWGPy8Vk5YUeUQm306mVtlF_qPAh06oRsKP9R5GvScxE9ThQCU0pv7ftpBUSlpt4dWP-oUcFXf2o2ozgk9HJpZj9C8CzshS8CrJWRbCtSCodVZIxDmb5z4PNfNR9yYuXuBIjSHL2wJ-K1ZasXfLziKMtsEF-FEo84zdFpvVDW0IK3g/s320/AC8AC849-0A3F-4613-BEA6-692DD7C822A2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqsH9zmBWCntpyixUfDwL_FrKgzi1BobT_YXIAiu3V8VWaojUjF1Boi6YwWGpVTgYaPuTbTqU5Vj7wlmRGx913U2m4ly7r-83QULgOBQIm-woESVmF8G1BSjYdDLVgNKVYc0rbfdNByc1BvdF2iuMKotJ4r-DRjOT_1ObFK8eta5t_L6-HkT9QANaQA/s4032/D9C8FD9A-CDCC-435E-BC43-24D5714241F3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqsH9zmBWCntpyixUfDwL_FrKgzi1BobT_YXIAiu3V8VWaojUjF1Boi6YwWGpVTgYaPuTbTqU5Vj7wlmRGx913U2m4ly7r-83QULgOBQIm-woESVmF8G1BSjYdDLVgNKVYc0rbfdNByc1BvdF2iuMKotJ4r-DRjOT_1ObFK8eta5t_L6-HkT9QANaQA/s320/D9C8FD9A-CDCC-435E-BC43-24D5714241F3.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZiAYHLcrxQFSWqZ3-Jq4k985HDYRKg14TCc8ZuIrQrktZ4_khrwsQUxAYdltc1JEONdlPechvig-dRPyOrL7uu5EOgxHE5Dz4-IadQk-NL-7Y2_FoCx0uAWhUT5EG-6ckYPbGEflKWij1qbSlBa_cbL1XZgEGDZFwdx5lySstw5mvcEvS_gPdI-ONA/s4032/3B1BB680-63E1-45B3-B26B-910143DE6B5C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZiAYHLcrxQFSWqZ3-Jq4k985HDYRKg14TCc8ZuIrQrktZ4_khrwsQUxAYdltc1JEONdlPechvig-dRPyOrL7uu5EOgxHE5Dz4-IadQk-NL-7Y2_FoCx0uAWhUT5EG-6ckYPbGEflKWij1qbSlBa_cbL1XZgEGDZFwdx5lySstw5mvcEvS_gPdI-ONA/s320/3B1BB680-63E1-45B3-B26B-910143DE6B5C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-47929273121839802802021-08-18T16:34:00.000-07:002021-08-18T16:34:20.206-07:00The (Last?) Phone Call to Their Loved Ones<p> If you ask ICU team members around the country, one of the
most heart-breaking things they witness with COVID-19 patients is the phone
call a decompensating patient makes to their loved ones prior to being placed
on the ventilator. While some patients arrive at the hospital in such dire
condition that they must be immediately put on a ventilator, others arrive and
slowly decline over days to weeks. COVID-19 often offers us an almost cruel
window of time, again often days, in which we know a patient is declining but
do everything in our power to stave off the inevitable.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When it is apparent we can wait no longer, we still often
have time. Time to allow patients to call or video chat with their families.
Each of us has held the phone or tablet for more patients than we care to
count. Allowing them to tell their families how much they love them. Hearing
their families provide words of hope or prayer. We reassure the family that
their loved one will be made comfortable with sedation. We hold out as long as
we can, not wanting to end the phone call, or deflate the hopefulness. Because
we know. We know that so many patients who go onto a ventilator due to COVID-19
lung disease will not survive. We know that this will be the last time they
talk to family. We know that hours, days, and even weeks will go into caring
for these patients to no avail, and countless updates will be given to their
loved ones. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We are tired. Our hearts are heavy. The ICU is not the
battleground on which we will win this fight- that will happen with vaccine and social distancing and masking- but we have to keep fighting. Even as
we fear variants that render vaccination less effective, and beds that will
soon reach capacity. Many of us couldn’t imagine doing anything else, but none
of us could have imagined what this would mean. What it would feel like to make
that last phone call over and over again, to see more loss in 18 months than we
have seen in decades-long careers. We will not win on the ICU battleground, but
we have no choice but to fight. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely,</p><p class="MsoNormal">A tired and heartbroken ICU nurse practitioner</p>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-21051826623666165972020-12-15T15:24:00.002-08:002020-12-15T15:24:32.884-08:00Why I Will Get the Covid-19 Vaccine<p> <i>Disclaimer- this is my opinion, based on facts I have acquired. It is only my opinion. It is also the opinion of a Nurse Practitioner who has cared for countless Covid-19 patients since March and lost so many whose families shouldn't have to be mourning a loved one.</i></p><p>Why am I getting the vaccine? </p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Because the people in charge of vaccine rollout are nonpartisan scientists who just want to do the right thing for people.</li><li>Because the COVID-19 vaccine is based on the MERS-COV vaccine that was in development several years ago</li><li>From the CDC: "The U.S. vaccine safety system ensures that all vaccines are as safe as possible. Safety is a top priority while federal partners work to make a coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) vaccine(s) available."</li><li>What are the side effects? Pfizer has run tests that include more than 44,000 people. An <a href="https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2020/12/08/944165524/fda-analysis-of-pfizer-covid-19-vaccine-finds-it-effective-and-safe" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #5076b8; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">FDA analysis</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"> of the vaccine's safety and effectiveness on people aged 16 and older found "no specific safety concerns" that would preclude the vaccine's use. Some mild to moderate side effects are common — mostly swelling, pain, redness at the injection site, fatigue and sometimes including fever that resolves within about 24 hours. <a href="From https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2020/12/12/945288710/what-you-need-to-know-as-the-first-covid-19-vaccine-heads-your-way">link here</a></span></li><li><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;">The American Nurses Association and American Association of Critical Care Nurses recommend v<a href="https://www.aacn.org/newsroom/aacn-statement-on-covid-19-vaccination?sc_camp=8867FB7991CD4C1796D93A0BFE536926&fbclid=IwAR2_2Gnry6l6ujgjLZUVGiFCzcbMTpOnG55ioX4nzguAa4p-mZmFEzFOPnc">accination</a> </span></li><li><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Because healthcare providers are weary. We are tired of somber phone calls to family members for days on end. We are tired of being the only ones to bear witness as a patient with Covid dies. We are tired of fighting a battle we know we will often lose. Because, as a colleague said, "we keep coming to work because THERE IS NO ONE ELSE". </span></li></ul><p></p>Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-36086402930536900902020-06-14T12:00:00.003-07:002021-06-14T17:50:03.984-07:00A Letter to My Grandmother<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>I wrote this letter and mailed it on May 19. I hope our grandmother was able to read it or have it read to her and that she understood it. I am sharing because I think our ability to get through our current crises has been forged by those who raised us, the grandparents who lived through World War II and grew up in the time of the Great Depression. The parents who marched for equal rights. The "Greatest Generation" is just that for a reason, and we need to reflect on that reason and draw on it as we find our purpose in the "next normal".</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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writing this letter on April 29<sup>th</sup>, and then got sidetracked with
work and motherhood and so many other things. After the call tonight that you
had either a stroke or mini stroke, I knew I had to finish it. Thankfully Mere
and I were able to hear your voice and even though you have some expressive
aphasia, you are still undoubtedly you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time of the Great Depression and how it shaped you. You always saved (you were worried we thought you were a hoarder, but you were an organized saver). You
certainly bought us material things (we waited for your visits to go to the
mall), but you gave us far more in experiences. Trips across the country, to
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kids my age you taught me how to find my own adventure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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experience COVID-19, we have technology and food delivery and so many things
you didn’t have growing up. We also have fear, and uncertainty, and worry that
those we love will become sick or lose their jobs. I feel like our generation
is finally understanding what it must have been to grow up during or shortly
after the Great Depression, and what it was to worry about loved ones overseas
in World War II. Only our battlefront is here at home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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talked recently about one of the historical fiction books I sent you (about
amazing women in World War I), you told me “I love stories about women who
kicked off their dancing shoes and put on their boots and got things done.” You
are one of those women, and you have raised us to be those women. I came across
these pictures of you and they make me think of what an amazing and strong and
beautiful woman you are. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hardest parts of this pandemic has been caring for patients who can’t have
their loved ones visits. Our nurses and staff have become their families. I am
so thankful for the staff there at Lifecare who are taking good care of you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-43623910828022149722020-04-25T07:40:00.001-07:002020-04-25T07:41:53.740-07:00How COVID is Changing My World as an ICU Nurse PractitionerThis is my story, our story. I share it not for recognition, or gratitude, or pity. I share it so you understand what it is to work in a community hospital, three blocks from my home, during this pandemic. So that the social distancing and the home isolation are worth it for you. So the empty shelves at the grocery store and the mask you have to wear are a little less bothersome. So my children missing major milestones in their adolescence is worth it. So that the days upon days of fighting a virus we don't yet know or understand are worth it. So that we remember, when we start to find our new normal.<br />
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Nurses and front line healthcare providers (nurse technicians, phlebotomists, providers, radiology technologists and so many more) have long faced violence from patients and their families as one of our biggest threats. This isn't just violence from patients intending to do harm, but those who are confused or have neurologic impairments such as dementia and do not understand the implications of their actions. This epidemic (a strange word to use now to describe something that isn't infectious) has gained more recognition, advocacy, and even legislation over the past several years. The American Association of Critical Care Nurses issued a <a href="https://www.aacn.org/policy-and-advocacy/aacn-position-statement-preventing-violence">statement on workplace violence</a> in 2019.<br />
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Six months ago, if you asked any Nurse the biggest risk they face at work, a vast majority would have answered workplace violence. These incidents are far more frequent than the lay public would likely imagine (OSHA reported that from 2002-2013 incidents of serious violence were four times more likely to occur in a healthcare setting than in private industry). Suddenly, we have been catapulted into the front lines of an entirely different threat. "Front line" infers a battlefield, and for Nurses and other healthcare providers and hospital workers, this is truly the closest thing to battle those of us who haven't served in the military will ever know. I say that with all due respect to those serving, knowing the threats they face on deployment every day. This is the first time each and every one of us goes to work every single day worrying about the threat we face.<br />
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Sitting at dinner the other night, I told my children that the way their world feels right now is much like we felt in the days after 9/11. My daughter is a senior in high school whose important milestones have been put on pause for this pandemic. I told her this is the part where we wonder what changes to our daily lives will be indelible, and what will "go back to normal".<br />
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There are things I hope do become ingrained in our healthcare culture. Our colleagues have become our "battle buddies", as we invest in keeping each other and ourselves safe and healthy like never before. Staff from other areas of the hospital have folded into our ranks, sharing their skills and strengths to make our team even stronger. The relentless teamwork, and the moments of pause that we have taken together, to laugh or cry or just debrief, are things I hope we never lose. The community support...the meals, the headbands with buttons to hold our masks, the care packages, the people who have recovered from covid and are <a href="https://www.cnn.com/2020/04/22/opinions/coronavirus-plasma-donor/index.html">donating plasma ("liquid gold")</a>. My friend Jim Mazzara, #rovingDCpiper, <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/public-safety/dc-firefighter-uses-bagpipes-to-offer-a-welcome-pause-from-pandemic/2020/04/17/06b191ec-7f59-11ea-8013-1b6da0e4a2b7_story.html">playing bagpipes around the area</a> to lift spirits, and serenading a new mother and her infant with "Happy Birthday" as they left our hospital. Each gesture has been appreciated in ways you cannot imagine. We thank you. We appreciate you.<br />
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There are also things that have changed which make our jobs infinitely harder, mentally, physically and psychosocially. We are professionals grounded in evidence. "Evidence Based Practice" has become our mantra. When a patient suffers a heart attack or heart failure, I always tell them "cardiologists love research, and we have a recipe for everything. I may not know the exact specifics yet, but I know the ingredients we need to help you get better and stay out of the hospital." It is said that it takes as many as 17 years for research to be fully translated into practice. Suddenly our practice is changing daily. There is little evidence and we make the best decisions we can, with the available information, guided by experts in infectious disease and critical care. We are fortunate in Maryland to have the benefit of lessons learned from colleagues in New York, New Jersey, Italy, China, and so many other places. We had time to prepare, to empower ourselves with knowledge of their successes and lessons learned. We have had to constantly pivot, then educate providers and front line staff on changes in personal protective equipment, patient management, rules, regulations, you name it. That is just the logistics and protocols, then you get to the human part of what we do....<br />
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For decades, it was thought that families should not be present in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) during invasive procedures or cardiac arrest. <a href="https://www.aacn.org/clinical-resources/practice-alerts/family-presence-during-resuscitation-and-invasive-procedures">Researchers slowly chipped away at this misconception, showing that family members have a better understanding of what happened to their loved one when they can be present at the foot of the bed, or outside the room, with a member of hte team explaining what is happening</a>. They see that everything was done for their loved one, they have a better grasp on the reality of the situation than they would sitting in a cold and unfriendly hospital waiting area. We worked to change culture, to convince colleagues that family presence did not increase liability, that we could still talk through our plan of care and discuss treatment options and advanced life support protocols in front of family members. Family presence is an area in which our small community hospital has long excelled.<br />
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Prior to Covid there were no "visiting hours"; families (biological and chosen) were allowed in our ICU and nursing units 24/7 as long as there was no impediment to patient care. Family members were encouraged to participate on daily rounds in the ICU, and if they missed the rounds at 9:30am they were repeated by our Nurse Practitioners and Physician Assistants at 9:30pm and they could participate then. Now each family must be updated by phone, and despite requests for one spokesperson, multiple understandably concerned family members call the unit inquiring about their loved one each day. These calls and video chats are their only point of contact, unless their family member is able to talk by phone. We ask family members to email photos so we can make posters for each patient, to provide them something familiar as they awake delirious from the haze of sedation and mechanical ventilation.<br />
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Covid has put us in a place where there is no physical family presence. We are the hand-holders, the cheerleaders, the person standing at the bedside shedding a tear as a patient dies. The ones giving thumbs up EVERY SINGLE TIME we walk by the room of a patient who is awake and improving. We have always been those people, but we didn't replace a patient's family. We supported them at the bedside and when they were not present we provided whatever the patients needed. Now there is no one else. It is only us, the healthcare providers, who can hold hands, soothe our patients, give them dignity and respect, bear witness at the end of their lives. And WE MUST bear witness. It is unspoken that no patient should die alone. We hold their hands, we tell them how much they are loved by their family, and that their family will get through this difficult time, we pause to recognize the person that existed before COVID, before the tubes and lines, before we became their extended family. Then we call their family again, and let them know that they weren't alone, that we were there, that (if they were religious) we prayed with them, or sang to them, or played soothing music. That someone who cared was there at the end, to bear witness.<br />
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After hearing a Public Health Service officer speak about a mural used to memorialize Ebola patients in Liberia (those who survived and those who perished), I shared the idea with our staff. Chaya, a friend and Nurse Practitioner Colleague, went to work with her art supplies and created a foundation. Our staff then began to contribute, remembering each patient we have fought to save, regardless of outcome. The painting has gained more flowers and stars since these photos, a remembrance and a moment to pause as they are painted.<br />
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Whatever your job, imagine cutting holes in a trash bag and putting it on yourself like a poncho (or like a wrestler trying to drop weight). Then put a tight-fitting mask on your face, a plastic eye shield, and gloves and go about your day. It is hot. It is sweaty. You start to discover pressure points on the bridge of your nose. You are often in a room with a "scrubber" that is used to filter the air (imagine the loudest industrial fan you can, then imagine louder). To communicate with people outside your patient's room you write notes on a whiteboard "Need a gown." "Need a new Levophed drip" "Need a boost", then knock on the glass door to get the attention of someone outside the room. Change in and out of this outfit without touching your face, approximately every 30 minutes. While in this garb, put your cell phone or tablet in a ziploc bag, and attempt to face time with someone while standing right next to that industrial fan.<br />
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We have been told this is a marathon, not a sprint. I ran one marathon. In 2008. It was 26.2 miles. I beat Oprah, which was my one goal. A marathon is 26.2 miles. It is finite. Even at mile 25, when you have hit the wall and think you can't go on, you KNOW you only have 1.2 miles to go. This is an endurance race in which the finish line keeps moving. It is not finite. When you hit the wall, you have to have your moment (and I have definitely had them- tears, frustration, fatigue, sorrow, illness), and then you have to lean in and get back to it. Sometimes it takes a kick in the pants, or a boost from a colleague or loved one. Whatever the motivation, you get back to it. For your patients, for their loved ones, for your colleagues. Because it is your calling. Because if you were sitting at home you would want to be there, helping. Because you are a helper. Even when it is hard. Even when it is risky. Even when there is no finish line in sight.<br />
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When the curve flattens and things "go back to normal", we will still have COVID patients who are days and weeks from leaving the hospital. We will still be fighting this battle as things start to reopen. The outside world will move back toward normal but ours will still be filled with COVID. The patients who are still healing, and then the worry of resurgence. But it will also be filled with so much more- with the relationships we have forged, fighting this battle together, with the people who have supported us, with the reminder that we are called to this work, with our pride in being healthcare providers and hospital workers, with the memories of patients we have gotten through moments we thought they wouldn't survive who are now home with their families. As we whisked a terrified patient from a medical floor to the ICU with his oxygen level plummeting, my colleague Rachel, a Physician Assistant, provided him an explanation of what would happen next, and words of reassurance that have since been repeated countless times.<br />
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-334841999085179332019-10-15T15:40:00.003-07:002019-10-15T16:59:53.194-07:00Chasing Zebras: An NP Perspective on Being a Patient with an Undiagnosed Illness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When making a medical diagnosis, providers are told to rule out the "horses" before looking for the "Zebras". A zebra is defined as a very unlikely medical diagnosis. A good example is jumping to the conclusion that a mild headache is a brain tumor before ruling out other causes. The health care team should always rule out the life-threatening potential diagnoses associated with a set of symptoms, but also be looking for the most obvious and common causes of those symptoms. When none of the standard explanations fit, then we begin looking for Zebras.<br />
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Many of my family and friends know my saga... <b>Numbness and hyperalgesia (increased sensitivity to pain)</b> that began in early July. It started on my right side (first my face- leading to a diagnosis of Bell's palsy, but quickly down my arm and leg). Tests were done to rule out all of the scary or life-threatening things (Lyme, MS, Guillain Barre, Myasthenia Gravis, Meningitis, Neurosyphilis , HIV, etc). My neuro exams were always normal. The only thing abnormal was sensation. The symptoms spread to my left side and everything felt incredibly heavy. My legs and cheeks have been the worse. It isn't noticeable to others but for weeks it felt like it took immense effort to smile. My tongue was numb first on the right and then bilaterally, and any worsening of symptoms led me to feel like someone under the influence of alcohol who was trying to pretend I was sober. It took great effort to feel like I was speaking normally. After a while, these symptoms make you start to question your own sanity. None of them are testable or visible to others. I asked my doctors repeatedly if they could be psychosomatic but the feeling was that they were related to a physiologic insult. My EMG (Electromyelogram- fairly painful test of the electrical activity of muscle fibers) was normal. My MRIs and CT scans were normal. The only working theory was that I had developed a post-viral neuropathy which meant a cold virus I had before these symptoms started somehow affected my nervous system. The fact that it was on both sides and over the entire body was unusual. <b>The neurologist told me that we likely wouldn't find the cause, but that it should get better over a period of months (from my reading I knew it could be up to one year or more). </b><br />
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By August we were looking for Zebra diagnoses that explained my strange constellation of symptoms. At this point I was crowdsourcing my diagnosis (to colleagues, laypeople, everyone)... I was willing to consider any and all potentials and kept a running list of the things we hadn't yet tested for that we should consider. I was also working on accepting that likely we might never know the cause or how to make it better aside from sitting and waiting.<br />
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It was also in August, the really bothersome symptoms started- <b>I had episodes randomly in different places all over my body of feeling like there were fire ants crawling on my skin, or of a burning/itching sensation. </b>It wasn't traveling along a specific dermatome or nerve path. It was completely random and uncomfortable. I tried Gabapentin which I eventually stopped because I felt foggy all the time. I told my colleagues I felt like I had "gone from an A student to a B student". In addition to the fogginess I had a rising anxiety. I often felt like I was crawling out of my skin. It reached a fever pitch in September. I was able to exercise and physically could do everything I did before July, but the symptoms were getting the better of me mentally. My primary care physician was amazing and helped me navigate all of this. In mid-September, after many conversations, <b>I mentioned to her something I hadn't thought of before: ever since last October, when I exercise and then go out into cool air, I break out in hives</b>. The first time it happened it was disconcerting, but it happened a few times over a several month period so I didn't think anything of it. My PCP immediately suggested I see an Immunologist/Allergist who works in the local area and likes "zebra" cases.<br />
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At the same time, I took more control of the things I could control. I was back to baseline in my workouts. I started eating an autoimmune diet (thanks to the suggestion of a dear friend), and began acupuncture treatments. Two weeks ago, I saw the immunologist/allergist, who told me that my case was definitely "weird" (in a nice, "You are an NP so I can tell you that you are a zebra" way). I told him about the numbness and the painful symptoms. Then I added in the hive piece. <b>He immediately said "You have cholinergic urticaria". </b>What the heck is that, you ask? It is <b>an inducible hive disorder in which hives are causes by environmental stimuli (heat, cold, exercise, etc). </b>The Mast Cells in the body (which are important in immune response and allergic response) are involved in the reaction, releasing histamine in the skin. (Too much of a good thing with those Mast Cells in this case).<br />
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What he said next really had me intrigued: <b>people with chronic hive disorders often have a prodrome (an early symptom that indicates the onset of a disease or illness</b>). This is often described as transient and patchy, either itching, burning, or painful sensations. The fix? <b>An antihistamine like Loratidine (Claritin) every day to prevent the histamine release. </b>He told me to try that for two weeks and if the painful symptoms improved, we know they were caused by the chronic urticaria. He said he couldn't fix or explain the numbness, but again reiterated there was nothing to suggest it was life-threatening. That said, there was hope that perhaps we had an answer to the painful symptoms. Two weeks later and the claritin is working. Today I had an episode of post-workout hives but I think that was in part due to eating some new foods I hadn't been eating on the <a href="https://www.healthline.com/health/aip-diet#foods-to-avoid">autoimmune protocol diet. </a><br />
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So apparently I have two unrelated issues, and the numbness and hyperalgesia have been making the hive disorder feel a lot worse than it had previously. Even on a day like today when the symptoms flare up a little, at least I know we have a path and a plan. I wouldn't have chosen to be a Zebra, but I'm thankful for persistent healthcare providers who helped me get to the bottom of things. (At least some of the things, since the numbness and hyperalgesia are still an issue, but I am hopefull they will improve).<br />
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-23298067159626047762019-07-16T18:52:00.000-07:002019-07-16T18:52:37.048-07:00I love mysteries... I don't love being oneIn 5th grade, my parents met with my teacher because they were concerned that all I would read was Nancy Drew books. The original Nancy Drew series, the 80s reboot "Nancy Drew Files", all the Nancy Drew/Hary Boys crossover books, and the choose your own ending Nancy Drew books. I wanted to be Nancy Drew. The teacher told my parents that my reading ability was not in question and as long as I was devouring books I could read whatever I wanted.<br />
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As a pre-teen and teenager I wanted to be Nancy Drew. It was years into my nursing careeer that I realized solving medical mysteries brings me a lot of joy, and that in my own way I get to Nancy Drew the heck out of things. What clniician doesn't love getting thattidbit of medical history that no one has- that nugget that leads to an unexpected diagnosis. Pulmonary embolism is one of my favorite diagnoses because it often mimics other things. For my healthcare friends, there is a great book entitled "<a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/p/mastermind-maria-konnikova/1111675018/2661667991155?st=PLA&sid=BNB_ADL+Marketplace+Generic+New+Textbooks+-+Desktop+Medium&sourceId=PLAGoNA&dpid=tdtve346c&2sid=Google_c&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI2_7CxNS64wIVC5-fCh1OWQ-gEAQYASABEgLJkfD_BwE">Mastermind: How to Think Like Sherlock Holmes</a>" that lends some insight into looking at things differently. </div>
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So on to my medical mystery. I'm sharing because if you work with me you have likely seen me as a patient this week, and I am open to other thoughts/suggestions. Here are the highlights:</div>
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- After fighting a cold (sore throat, cough, etc) for a week or so, on Saturday July 6 I noticed in the morning that my right cheek felt numb. When I say numb, I dont mean without any feeling, more that "pins and needles" feeling you get when novocain at the dentist is wearing off or a limb is waking up from being asleep. My motor activity was still intact. No slurred speech, no facial droop. My healthcare friends will understand this: I knew I would not consent to tPA just for this facial numbness, so I didn't rush to the ER. I was thinking perhaps Bells Palsy. I eventually went to the ER, got lab work including testing for Lyme, and antibiotics for possibly Lyme.</div>
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- Sunday July 7- I woke up and the numbness was still in my face but also down my arm. ER trip #2. CT and CTA (CT scan with contrast to look at the blood vessels) of my head and neck. Brain and carotids looked great. Then an MRI of Brain, C, and T spine. All totally blissfully normal. I was now on Valtrex in the event it was shingles or another viral issue, and Doxycyline. At this point we ruled out some of the scary things: stroke, MS, carotid artery stenosis, ALS, and a variety of infectious disease.</div>
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- Wednesday July 10- woke up and the numbness was going down my leg (now on my entire right side). A neuro exam showed I'm actually hypersensitive to pain but have the constant pins and needles (the good news there is I don't have to worry about getting an injury and not feeling it).</div>
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I ended up back in the ER so my very awesome neurologist could assess me, and they ordered a Lumbar Puncture. My cerebrospinal fluid was normal, except for a high number of lymphocytes (a type white blood cells) which suggests there had been an infection. </div>
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-Thursday July 11- Developed a wicked spinal headache from the LP. I have a pretty high tolerance for headaches after 30+ years of migraines. This was pretty horrendous. Caffeine and hydration are the antidote. The alternative is a <a href="https://www.urmc.rochester.edu/imaging/patients/procedures/epidural-patch.aspx">blood patch</a> but we saved that as a contingency if the conservative management didn't work.</div>
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- Saturday July 12- Woke up to pins and needles on my left side. (Not nearly as bad as the right, but there nonetheless). Saw the neurologist and since motor function and reflexes were totally intact there wasn't really anything to do but wait. He still thinks this is a post-viral syndrome that will burn itself out. </div>
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- Monday July 15- the spinal headache was still unbearable. Went to the ER where we tried IV caffeine (IV caffeine...all the coffee drinkers reading this are thinking yeeeesssss!). It was about the equivalent of 9 Mountain Dews. I was shaky but the headache persisted. </div>
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- <span style="background-color: yellow;">Sometimes you have to find peace with uncertainty.</span> This is definitely frustrating but there hasn't really been an alternative option. We've ruled out all of the big bad things, so that is the silver lining on which I need to focus.</div>
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- <span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;">The simple gesture of a doctor or nurse pulling up a chair to talk to you when they obtain a history or perform an exam makes all the difference in the world.</span> I know how busy nurses and providers are, but so many have taken the time for me this week. </div>
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Six years ago, we lost an amazing patriarch. As the nurses in the family, and the oldest child/grandchild, my Mom and I flew to Michigan to be there with our grandfather and his wife as difficult decisions were made. Dr. Frank McDonald was a rocket scientist (literally). He was chief scientist on the Voyager spacecraft, which would exceed all expectations as it spent decades looking for the edge of our solar system. He has a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_B._McDonald">wikipedia page</a> which outlines his scientific accomplishments. Grandpa McDonald was the Sun in our McDonald family solar system. He always said he wanted to die at his desk, and he would retire from one job only to go on to the next one. On August 30, 2012, he was giving a scientific lecture to a group of colleagues. He finished his talk and collapsed. On EMS arrival he had agonal respirations and required intubation. Treatment at St. Joseph's Medical Center quickly revealed a massive cerebral hemorrhage (he was on warfarin for atrial fibrillation).<br />
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Stepping away from the emotion of losing a beloved family member, there are three very specific things that stuck with me during our experience. Things that I had to appreciate from the family member perspective in order to truly integrate them into my own practice as an Acute Care Nurse Practitioner. I have shared this story often, but as the anniversary passes once again I thought it time to write it down.<br />
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1- <b>When delivering unexpected news, provide information in small bits and ensure family members have the information they need to take appropriate next steps</b>. My Mom and I are a high functioning nurse and NP. We eat crisis for breakfast. Our every day at work is often someone else's worst day. On August 30, however, I vividly remember myself walking around in circles, packing a bag without actually accomplishing anything, while talking to the trauma social worker from the St. Joe's Emergency Department. She gave me step by step instructions: "Get a pen and paper. Here is the address of the hospital. Here is the airport you need to fly in to. Here is what to do when you get here." Without her to focus me, I'm not sure how the details would have gotten taken care of.<br />
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2- <b>Color-coded scrubs truly are helpful for patients, families, and visitors.</b><br />
Our hospital was just starting a conversion to color-coded scrubs when I traveled to Michigan (RNs were to wear navy, Nurse Techs a carribean blue, PTs and RTs maroon, etc). There were mixed feelings about this among staff, as it was a big change and seemed to take away some independence and creativity. On the other side of the bed, as a family member, the colored scrubs were incredibly helpful. St. Joe's had fully integrated this into their dress code, and I knew anyone walking in with grey scrubs was a respiratory therapist, anyone in blue an RN, etc. It helped know to whom to direct which questions, and provided a sense of structure. There was also a key to the scrub colors hanging on the wall in the room to clue visitors and patients into the color scheme.<br />
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3- <b>A "Comfort Tray" is one of the most thoughtful and underutilized support mechanisms we have for family members in critical care.</b><br />
After spending a night of very intermittent sleep in the ICU, I awoke to a cart in the corner that held bagels, pastries, coffee, and juice. There have been countless times I have given family members a gentle reminder to take care of themselves and make sure they sleep and eat. To have someone remove the thinking for me and give me the tools I needed to take care of myself without having to leave my grandfather's room was a huge gift. It was a reminder that the staff wasn't just taking care of my grandfather, but us, as well. With the tray was a thoughtful note from the hospital and their palliative care team letting us know they were thinking of us and offering something small to help ease our journey. I had never ordered a comfort tray prior to that experience, but now I do it often. That small gesture meant so much, and allowed us to focus on other things.<br />
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While none of us hopes to walk in the shoes of our patients or their families, it is often inevitable. Taking time to reflect on that perspective can help us to further hone our craft and provide even more exemplary, evidence-based, and compassionate care.Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-30265222979813524932016-05-23T15:58:00.002-07:002016-05-23T15:59:30.943-07:00Charging Over the HillFor some reason, 40 is an age that has always held a negative connotation. 40 puts you "over the hill". Technically, the average life expectancy of a woman in Maryland is 81.27 years, so perhaps 40 is mid-life.. but why is it an age to be dreaded???? I never really gave it much thought. Now, with 24 days to go, I am pumped!<br />
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Yes, things are sagging that I wish weren't, yes I will need reading glasses before too long. All things considered, I don't dread 40. I AM EXCITED to turn 40. 2016 has been a banner year so far and it isn't even halfway done. At 40, I've learned lessons I wish I had at 30. The past few years have not been the easiest, but I'm hitting my stride in my professional life, my family is amazing, and I have the best friends anyone could ask for.<br />
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I still have lessons to learn. I let the moods and attitudes of others impact me more than I should. I'm not good at saying "no" when I'm asked to take on something new, even if my plate is too full. I have learned, however, to appreciate the small things, the downtime, the quiet in between the chaos.<br />
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So as I turn 40, I embrace the last 40 years and look forward to the next 40. I am beyond thankful for those who mentor me, who put up with me when I hit a stumbling block (or have a complete and total meltdown), and those who encourage me. Here's to charging up the hill and embracing what comes next!Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-21624549808148049102016-02-21T08:01:00.000-08:002016-02-21T08:01:02.269-08:00"Yes You Can"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Several years ago, I regularly attended my friend Sherri's spin class. Sherri has a way of being incredibly motivating as an instructor, and often uses the phrase "Yes You CAN". She also says "you can do anything for 30 seconds (or one minute, or one hour)"... a phrase I repeated to myself often during triathlons and running races. More recently, at a different gym, my trainer Emily often says "Yes You CAN" while motivating her classes. She also says "If it does not challenge you, it will not change you." On rough days at work I repeat this phrase to myself.</div>
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Yes...these are motivational phrases used to help participants get through a one hour fitness class...perhaps not something people would see as life-changing. For me, every time I hear these words spoken, I want to work a bit harder, to push further, to realize that next goal.<br />
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It isn't just at the gym... This year I have had the opportunity to realize a goal I have attempted to achieve three times... a spot on the ballot for a position with a nursing organization I have worked closely with for over a decade. The first two times I didn't make it, but I am fortunate to have several amazing mentors who are leaders in critical care nursing... It was them telling me "yes you can" that led me to apply another time... them telling me "yes you can" that led me to believe I was worthy of applying in the first place. There are many amazing critical care nurses and nurse practitioners out there, some of whom I get to work with daily. So what makes me think I am qualified for this position in the first place? The people who told me "Yes You CAN".<br />
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So often we are focused on looking forward, on the next task or next goal. I am absolutely guilty of this at times, but also find that taking a moment to encourage someone else when I am struggling can help me to refocus. If we take just a minute, to look over our shoulders and extend a hand to someone who could use it, and say "Yes You CAN"... how would that impact the world around us? It doesn't have to be someone who is facing an immense challenge... perhaps someone who is already excelling at what they do.. or someone who could use that little push.. Take a moment to say "Yes You CAN", and see what happens.<br />
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This topic has been on my mind a lot lately...especially in Emily's class when she says those three little words. Today, a friend shared a story that has gone viral. It is a potent reminder of the amazing things that can happen when just one person says "Yes you CAN." Take a minute to <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/dancing-barista-autism-starbucks_us_56a84c74e4b0f71799286b69">read the story of Sam</a>, the dancing Barista, and then ponder how you can do the same for someone else, even if on a much smaller scale. </div>
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-499796209987239152016-02-01T17:46:00.002-08:002016-02-01T17:51:02.134-08:00Groundhog Day: One Mom's Story of Stroke Survival<br />
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<i>Disclaimer: This isn't my story. This is Amy's story. I was fortunate to be her caregiver, and now her friend. I have Amy's permission to share her story because stroke awareness is so very important.</i><br />
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If you have seen the movie "Groundhog Day", you know that Bill Murray gets endless attempts to live the same day over and over again, until he gets it right. Many of us in healthcare wish we got "do-overs" when we think we could have diagnosed a problem sooner, or treated it differently. But we don't. On Groundhog Day 2006, things went exactly right on the first try...<br />
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Amy's story could have gone so differently. It could have been the story of a young mother who suffered a debilitating stroke, unable to use one side of her body and unable to speak. Perhaps with extensive physical and speech therapy, her condition would have improved. It would have been a long time, if ever, before Amy returned to work. Amy's husband Chuck would have been supporting her recovery and parenting their two young sons.<br />
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Instead, thanks to an astute coworker, educated EMS providers, and a push to give tissue plasminogen activator ("tPA" or the "Clot buster") to stroke patients, Amy's story is very different. Amy was working at a local school when she developed the weakness and inability to speak clearly. Her colleague recognized the signs and called 9-1-1. EMS providers rushed her to the Emergency Department with extensive detail about her "time last known normal" and her symptoms. In the Emergency Department, staff acted quickly to perform the necessary tests and begin tPA administration. This is when I met Amy, as I helped to support the staff in giving the tPA. This was our second time ever administering it, and frankly, tPA scared us. The concerning side effect is bleeding, especially in the brain, but without it the recovery prospects may be dismal.<br />
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Within hours, Amy was moving both arms and legs...soon she was able to begin speaking. I will never forget her telling me how bothersome the bright lights had been, and how loudly everyone spoke to her because she couldn't talk back. Amy left the hospital with minimal disability. She underwent follow up care and management of her stroke risk factors, but ten years later she is a Mom of two wonderful young men, who now travels the country as a consultant to train teachers.<br />
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Simply because someone recognized the signs of stroke and acted "FAST", Amy has been able to impact countless others.<br />
- How many swim meets has she attended in ten years, cheering on her sons?<br />
- How many teachers has she impacted with her training?<br />
- How many people were able to recognize the signs of a stroke in someone else because they heard Amy's story?<br />
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Ten years later, stroke care has been refined and tPA use, as well as advanced neurological intervention, are much more widespread. The key is for stroke patients to get to the hospital as soon as possible.<br />
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So what can you do? Don't ignore the warning signs of stroke. Even if you aren't sure, call 9-1-1 and get checked out. Remember to "Act FAST". The most beneficial stroke care is time sensitive.<br />
Have more questions? Check out the <a href="http://www.stroke.org/">Stroke Association</a> or the <a href="http://www.heart.org/">American Heart Association</a>.<br />
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My first stop is always the produce aisle. As I was choosing my vegetables, I noticed a Mom with a toddler (a boy around 3) in one of those car carts.<br />
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Any parent knows those carts...beloved by children and IMPOSSIBLE TO STEER!!! The benefit of an entertained child (or two) weighs out over the muscle strain caused by trying to drive the cart.<br />
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Said Mom was picking out squash, and had placed it on the scale and gone to get a plastic bag. She stopped mid-step, and looked back at her son. "I'm sorry, did you want to help me?" He struggled to get out of the car, and Mom reached over to help him. She took him over to the scale, where she asked him to count the squash and they began to talk about how much it weighed.<br />
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I thought to myself "What an awesome Mom". I thought of the <strike>dozens</strike> hundreds of times I coaxed my kids through the grocery store with promises of "five more minutes", or a donut if they behaved. I thought of how few times I took the time to involve them in the process. I thought again, "What an awesome Mom". Anyone who knows me knows that I am a <strike>bit of an</strike> raging extrovert, and have been known to strike up a conversation just about anywhere. I didn't want to intrude on her Mom moment, so I went about my shopping.<br />
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Three aisles later, Mom and her car cart were coming toward me amidst the Taco Tuesday fixins. She apologized for her large cart. I told her she had nothing to apologize for, and that I had seen her in the vegetable aisle and thought she was an amazing mother.<br />
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With tears in her eyes, she said "My whole family has been sick. My younger daughter, me, my husband. We are finally getting out of the house after days at home and I feel like I have been so impatient with my son. You made me cry."<br />
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I told her again what a wonderful Mom I thought she was, and went about my shopping. All evening, I have been thinking to myself about how much more we could do to build one another up as mothers (or parents). So often we feel inferior because we don't make pinterest-worthy crafts, or we feel impatient, or we feel like we are barely holding it together.<br />
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All it takes is someone occasionally saying "you are doing a good job", or in my case a snowboard instructor who tells me that my son was a really good listener...It just takes a minute to make a Mom feel like they are getting it right. Why don't we do it more often????Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-24992682003451500332015-09-28T19:12:00.000-07:002015-09-28T19:12:14.700-07:00I always said I make a good Wingman...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm dusting off the blog to share my latest passion. Funny enough, I <a href="http://www.kierdoestri.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-maverick-could-use-goose.html">blogged about being a Wingman in 2010</a>, The meaning was a little different, but I've always said I make a good wingman, or "right hand man". Give me a task and I will do whatever I can to make it happen. After watching Melinda, a fellow triathlete, on her journey as a Wingman for some time now, I finally joined Athletes Serving Athletes. This organization helps disabled athletes experience the thrill of athletic competition.<br />
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I lost the passion for racing some time ago, but I love having a goal. Watching Melinda help some amazing athletes reach their goals got the fire going in my belly again, this time to pursue helping someone else complete their race. On a recent training run, one of the coordinators was telling me that hearing a disabled athlete speak about his races was truly incredible. I've had the pleasure of seeing Sean on each of my Annapolis training runs. When Sean speaks publicly about his experience, he says that even though he can't run, he feels the adrenaline before a race. He feels the pre-race nerves and excitement, and gets to experience the rush of the wind and the thrill of racing.<br />
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On my first training run as a Wingman, I ran with Sean, who gave me investment advice and critiqued my driving of the Jogger in which he was riding. This young man was brimming with personality. He shows up week after week for training runs, and loves participating in races with ASA. <a href="http://www.capitalgazette.com/sports/other_sports/ph-ac-cs-jackson-asa-a10-column-82815-20150827-column.html">This article</a> was written about Caleigh, another athlete I have had the pleasure of running with. If you wonder why this organization is worthwhile, this explains it. The amazing thing about these athletes? There isn't talk about race times, or equipment, or PRs, or competition (although some are known to tease the wingmen out if they "aren't going fast enough"). There is just a love of the sport... A love of being able to do something they might not otherwise be able to do. Each training run I have attended, there is great camaraderie between the athletes, wingmen, and families of athletes. Some of the parents run with us, other times they catch up with one another while their athlete is out running.<br />
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How does being a wingman work? Usually you run with 3 wingmen and an athlete in a jogger. The wingmen take turns pushing the jogger, rotating as the group determines. Each time I've run, we have settled into a rhythm of trading off the jogger. The pace isn't record breaking, but set to the comfort level of the slowest runner. In this situation, it is truly about the journey, not the time. I have left every training run feeling beyond blessed to have been given this opportunity. For all my runner friends, I encourage you to consider this... even one race in the next year could mean an incredible adventure for a disabled athlete. The motto of Athletes Serving Athletes is "Together We Finish".<br />
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For more info about Athletes Serving Athletes, click <a href="http://www.athletesservingathletes.org/wingman.html">here</a>.<br />
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To visit my Athletes Serving Athletes fundraising page, click <a href="http://2015wingman.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1130560&lis=0&kntae1130560=FE32B26520104F968E76884A1BA6A958">here</a>.Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-38960932972283384452014-10-29T17:59:00.000-07:002014-10-29T17:59:02.444-07:00Four Years Later...This Saturday is the four year anniversary of my ectopic pregnancy. For some reason the anniversary is particularly raw for me this year. I have theories on why that is, but I think a lot of it has to do with our ability as nurses to think "things could always be worse". We minimize our own struggles because we see so much pain and struggle every day. Our situation can't really be that bad. I did this a lot in the days, weeks, and months after my ectopic. I explained it away, and told myself and anyone I talked to that it happened for a reason. A couple months later, my hair was falling out, I lost some of the hearing in my left ear (it has never come back, and they never found a cause), and my SVT (abnormal heart rhythm) was flaring up regularly. I'm certain that the mind-body connection and the emotional stress contributed to these things. I would say it was at least a full year before I really dealt with things emotionally... I would also say that I continue to deal with this loss and I likely always will, as anyone in my situation does.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeecc; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;">I found out last week that I was pregnant. We have two beautiful, amazing children. Lately, we have been enjoying the fact that our youngest is becoming more and more independent at 4 years old. We hadn't planned on a third, but apparently that plan was going to change. I selfishly thought about the things that I would put on hold for a few years. No triathlons in 2011... "Ok, I'll shoot for 140.6 when I turn 40" (that would give me 6 years). No more disaster medical team.... "Ok, that can be put on hold. I can still attend the trainings and keep up my skills." "We can't afford three kids in childcare...Ok, we will revise our schedules to eliminate before and aftercare for the two older kids." In a week, I had come up with a potential plan. It was a rough week. A lot of crying. A lot of guilt, for being shocked by this pregnancy when I know there are so many people who are trying so hard to have children. I felt tired, and nauseated, but tried to push through. Of course I started to become attached to this new little one.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeecc; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.9149990081787px;">Three days later, I don't think I've begun to process it all. I went from thinking about how life would change with a baby, to not being pregnant in a week. I know I need to grieve, but I think I am too emotionally exhausted to be there yet. I do know that I don't have control over when it will happen, and just have to let things come as they may. </span><br />
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Four years later, I still haven't figured out that lesson. What I do realize and appreciate so much more is the loss experienced by those who lose a pregnancy. While Tommy and I weren't trying for a third child, it was still a loss, and it catches me off guard at unexpected times. Perhaps the lesson is that the loss has to be acknowledged. Sometimes we have to sit with it, no matter how hard that is, and let it be felt. And we don't always have to live in a world of "could be worse" and "things happen for a reason". Sometimes, things can just suck for a while... and then we have to pick up and give thanks for the amazing things that balance out the loss.<br />
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I do worry that sometimes I over share, but then I get positive feedback on a blog post from an unexpected source. My hope in sharing this story is that I explain the past 6 months of my life and perhaps help someone along the way. This May, I had the opportunity to hear <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability">Brene Brown</a> speak about vulnerability. In a room full of 6,000+ nurses, I felt like she was speaking to me. I have often tried to "do it all", and do it on my own....without asking for help or admitting to vulnerabilities. Tommy and my family have always been an unwavering source of support for my endeavors (whether it was Hurricane Katrina relief, or school, or professional endeavors), but I never really relinquished control or asked for help. While I have a longtime love of Wonder Woman, when people have jokingly called me that I think to myself "if only they knew what a mess I can be". After hearing Brene Brown, I felt permission to share more of my vulnerabilities and to acknowledge that I am by no means perfect. </div>
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Yes I do a lot...and am involved in a lot, but so many times I feel like I have dropped a ball. One of my greatest challenges is feeling like a good and supportive friend to some of the amazing women in my life... I don't think I show some of them nearly enough how important they are to me. This resulted this Spring in the loss of a friendship that I had always considered dear. </div>
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This February, I tried an antidepressant (amitriptyline) to treat my migraines. I asked my headache specialist what the side effects were if I wasn't depressed. It turns out that irritability is the big issue. I made it about a week before my co-worker held an intervention. I was downright nasty at times on the med. (Some might say it wasn't the med...)</div>
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The following month, I developed really significant PMS symptoms. I have had hormone issues before, but I felt downright depressed. Every month, it got a little worse, until I had 3-4 days of feeling clinically depressed and anxious every month. By July, I was feeling very distraught about it. While depression carries with it a stigma for some people, I felt surprisingly unthreatened by the idea of asking for help. I just wanted help. I did research and realized it was probably <a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/007193.htm">Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD)</a>. Literally PMS on crack. Over the course of a few days, I melted down to Tommy and my family, and made an appointment with my MD. I went into the appointment with the goal of describing my symptoms, but not self-diagnosing. My MD is very well respected among staff in the hospital, but I have never loved her more than I did that day. She immediately said "I think it is PMDD". I cried with relief when she said "You have been trying to deal with this for months..do you want to try a medication?" I'm not a fan of throwing medications at every problem, but I knew that is what I needed. Zoloft (sertraline) is indicated for the treatment of PMDD, so we went with that. She told me that it wouldn't eliminate the problem, but significantly improve my threshold for dealing with the symptoms. When I thanked her profusely for her help, she said "You did the hard work by showing up, I just wrote the prescription." This is my doctor but also a colleague whose patients I care for on a regular basis. To leave there feeling just as competent and respected as I did when I walked in meant the world to me. </div>
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One month later, I weathered my hormones in much better fashion. I know that I am getting off easy in comparison to people who struggle with depression every day of the month. I also know that there may be more difficult months ahead. This will certainly be a journey, but being able to ask for help was a HUGE first step. A pivotal moment for me came this week when a patient's family member asked "Are you always this perky?" I'm glad to have my perkiness back. </div>
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This concludes my oversharing, but if you are one of those "balls" I dropped along the way, or one of the people who put up with me through some of my least desirable moments, I'm Sorry, and THANK YOU for sticking around. </div>
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-84634919322031047962014-05-06T03:38:00.001-07:002014-05-06T03:38:03.431-07:00"I don't know how you do it"This is an absolutely true story. Yesterday, I was walking through the hospital lobby in my lab coat and stethoscope when a man in his 30s started walking next to me. Out of the blue, he said "I don't know how you all do this. I could never do it."<br />
Me "You mean work in a hospital?"<br />
Him "Yes. My Mom died here a month ago and now my girlfriend is having surgery. I know you all save lives and stuff, but how do you deal with all the other stuff?"<br />
Me "Everyone has something they are really good at. For a lot of us who work here, this is the thing we are really good at"<br />
Him "I still don't know how you do it"<br />
Me "There are days this job is really, really hard... but then there are those moments when you know that you have helped someone, either by saving their life or easing their suffering. You carry those moments that touch you and rejuvenate you forward, to help you deal with the bad days."<br />
Him "That makes sense, but I still don't know how you do it"<br />
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We talked for maybe a moment more, and then went our separate ways. Obviously he was a young man who needed someone to talk to. As I read all the Nurses Day posts this morning, I thought of my conversation. Being a nurse is a calling. It can be thankless, and exhausting, and emotional... but at the end of the day, week, or month, you have absolutely touched someone, and made someone's life easier.<br />
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Happy Nurses Day!Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-16695310854276933092014-04-19T15:11:00.000-07:002014-04-19T15:11:11.171-07:00Key to Keys 2014It is hard to put the experience that is Key to Keys into words. Take 8 days of the best summer camp you could ever go to, with amazing friends, and add more laughter and tears than you could imaging packing into that time frame. Everyone on the journey has a story. This year we had three volunteer drivers, all with connections to cancer, the Ulman staffers who all have their own stories, and 25 riders. There were survivors, and many who had lost loved ones to cancer. Some days we laughed a lot... using levity to get through the day. Other days, we would ride in our SUVs and someone would say to a rider or support staff "tell me your story". You cannot hear the story of someone losing a child, spouse, parent, or loved one to cancer, and not be moved. Every day, I was surrounded by people who picked up the pieces of unimaginable loss and moved forward to help others. I was humbled to be with these amazing folks. I also know that we touched people at every stop along the way.<br />
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Having completed the ride last year, I definitely had a different focus. The aspects of the ride that brought me the most joy (aside from that moment when you peeled off your bike saddle at the end of a long day), were those in which I could help someone achieve a new distance. Several people rode longer than they ever had on Day 1, and continued to shatter their personal records on subsequent days. This trip is truly about the journey, and I am so thankful to Tommy and my kids for supporting me on this journey once again.<br />
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Each day, we woke up and were split into 5 riding groups. To me, the beauty of Key to Keys is that we never know where we are riding until that morning. We were assigned our groups, and each group rode 25 to 70 miles each day (one group pulled a century on their longest day). The shorter rides were associated with visits to cancer centers along the way (6 in all this year). We had business cards with information about the ride, and used them to help people follow along with the journey. The challenge was to give out as many cards as you could.<br />
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Each morning starts with a dedication circle. Everyone who wants to speaks about who they are riding for that day. It is powerful and emotional and inspiring. To have a purpose and a person in mind each day provides focus. It also provides insight into what is motivating your fellow riders on that day.<br />
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The ride itself was not about being fast, and I feel like we saw amazing sites along the way. Some days were back country roads and avoiding being chased by dogs, while others were more well-traveled roads and beach towns. We stopped and saw the sights, including the Navy Seal museum, a Revolutionary War era church, and even the Oscar Meyer mobile.<br />
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In 8 days, strangers become family, random people on the street donated cash when they heard what we were doing, and we laughed and cried on a regular basis. As a group, we raised enough to fund the cancer navigator position at Walter Reed Military Medical Center. Meg is that navigator, and her program will provide services to young adults (ages 18-40) in the military who are dealing with a cancer diagnosis. </div>
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The most bittersweet part of our journey was the ride into Key West. You want to pedal backward, to delay the inevitable. Even though friends and family are there at the finish, you want to enjoy the ride just a little longer. Inevitably the Southernmost point arrives in the distance, and we pedal to the finish of our journey. While Key to Keys 2014 has ended, there is still much to do in the young adult cancer fight. We ended our dedication circle every day with the UCF slogan: </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Cancer Changes Lives....So Do We"</span></div>
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Many thanks to all of you who supported me on this journey, and to those who were support staff or riders, thank you for sharing those 8 days with me. If you would like more information about the Ulman Cancer Fund for Young Adults, click<a href="http://www.ulmanfund.org/"> here</a>.</div>
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Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-11269197738743107272013-04-28T19:21:00.001-07:002013-04-28T19:21:38.399-07:00The Bully EffectBullying seems to be a big topic of conversation in our house the past few weeks. Thankfully my children aren't being bullied, but it is definitely happening (especially with the increasing prevalence of social media contact among kids). It wasn't until a friend shared her experience with her daughter being bullied, and watching "The Bully Effect" on the Cartoon Network with my kids, that I realized how much being bullied affected me.<br />
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It didn't happen every day, or even every week. It wasn't a regular thing, but I have vivid memories of episodes from 6th through 8th grade that were isolating, upsetting, and obviously stuck with me. I wasn't a social outcast...I had friends...but no "good friends". I didn't have that one best friend who was there through thick and thin who would have stuck up for me. I was a rule-follower, which probably didn't help. I separated myself when people did something to break the rules, and that made me stand out. I had a huge gap in my teeth and I was a "late bloomer"..neither of which helped me when it came to getting teased by the boys at school.<br />
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My parents didn't know about it..and let me just say that they are/were awesome parents. It wasn't talked about in schools like it is now, and I didn't show any signs of having problems. I was a well-adjusted kid. I got good grades, I wasn't depressed, I didn't show any signs. Since it didn't happen on a regular basis, I don't think it ever dawned on me to tell anyone. I'm sure I thought it would only make it worse.<br />
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I vividly remember the 6th or 7th grade picnic at Lake Needwood. I can still see the hillside with the blanket on it, and all of the girls sitting on it. Somehow one particular girl started heckling me whenever I got close to them, not allowing me to join them. I don't remember what was said, but I remember that no one spoke up. No one left that blanket to come hang out with me so that I wasn't alone. I think I tried more than once to approach them with the same result. So I was left to kind of wander around, and end up hanging out with the teachers. So what would I have told my parents? That the girls weren't nice to me? I don't think that would have helped the situation....and it was in that moment that I was isolated. After the fact I don't think it would have had an impact.<br />
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Like I said this didn't happen all the time. So many people have/had it much worse, but it still impacted me. It makes it hard to watch it going on with 5th grade girls and not want to pull a girl aside and tell her to stop being such a butthead!<br />
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There was the Junior High trip to London. I paid for half of the trip with my own money. Probably only 8 or 10 of us went, with one teacher. We were allowed out on our own at some points (a thought which scares me now). There were specific instructions not to go to the part of town in which the Hard Rock Cafe was located. Everyone else decided to go ....wait for it.... to the Hard Rock Cafe. Being a rule-follower, there was no way I was going. Somehow I ended up very accidentally spilling the beans after they left. (I believe we were told what time to be back, and they were late. Someone said to the teacher "You never told us." and I said "Yes she did, before you went to the Hard Rock Cafe".). That right there was social suicide for the rest of the trip. We were staying at some two-star hotel, and I won't ever forget everyone else walking down the winding staircase, all looking up at me and giving me the middle finger. Yes...I inadvertently ratted them out...but it sucked. I ended up spending the rest of the trip by myself or hanging out with our teacher. The good news is I still have great memories of all the sites in London.<br />
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In 8th grade I remember being intimidated by one of the other girls and a high schooler. It only happened if the two of them happened to be alone around me. A few times they would be coming down the steps as I was going up. They would move side to side, not allowing me to pass. There were mean words on occasion, but nothing with great regularity.<br />
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It faded off at some point. Joining the fire department was probably a pivotal point for me. I found a purpose, something I enjoyed, and the camaraderie and friendship I was looking for. Summers at camp were another amazing time. It was a place where I felt like I belonged.<br />
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I like to think that I turned out ok. I have more amazing friends than any one person deserves. I have "those" friends who I know have my back no matter what. I have an awesome family. I know many others aren't so lucky. It feels a little self-indulgent to share my story, but watching 10-year-old girls go through something similar brings it all back. The irony is that many of the girls involved in the stories above friended me on facebook at some point in time. I'm sure they don't even remember these events.<br />
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Tonight I watched <a href="http://www.nickandmore.com/2013/04/15/cartoon-network-airs-cnn-documentary-the-bully-effect-sunday-april-28/">"The Bully Effect"</a> with the kids. It is a great show for kids in elementary school and older. I cried watching how badly the boy in the featured story was bullied. He was hit, kicked, stabbed with pencils. The vice principal did a horrendous job handling it. My kids talked about the fact that their school holds sessions on bullying, and S even mentioned that all the teachers are trained in dealing with bullying. That said, it often happens away from the watchful eyes of teachers, and kids are still afraid of the repercussions of telling an adult.<br />
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When my friend shared that her daughter is experiencing bullying, I told her she needs to involve a few of her good friends. This is a girl who has friends. She needs to know that if she is bullied, she can go to those girls and ask for support. Obviously she needs to tell an adult, but in the moment she needs "go to" friends who keep her from feeling isolated.<br />
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My story is not unique, and it is mild in comparison to so many. I'm thankful that in the span of one generation, we are talking about it more. We are also more accepting of people who are "different". We are making it more acceptable to report a bully or call them out on their behavior. My greatest hope now is that Tommy and I can empower our children to stand up for others. As I have told my daughter more than once, mean girls only have power because people give them power.Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-86410304100388266052013-04-17T18:12:00.000-07:002013-04-17T18:12:20.529-07:00Key to Keys: The "Finish"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When you compete in a running race or a triathlon, it is often a solitary event. There are other competitors and spectators giving you encouragement, but ultimately it is about your best effort on that day. Sometimes there are stories of people sacrificing a faster time in the name of helping someone else get through the race. In the case of the Key to Keys ride, every day was about the sum of your team. What did we bring to the ride as a team? I learned an immense amount about cycling on this ride...how to ride in a pace line (thank you Jimmy), some more in-depth bike mechanics (Jimmy again), and patience...it wasn't about the time finishing most days, but about the journey. The biggest physical challenge was the amount of time in the saddle. The muscle fatigue wasn't as much of a problem as the saddle soreness that set in after hours of riding. Even when it hurt, it was easy to remind yourself that this was a lot easier than battling cancer, and that cancer doesn't always have a defined finish line.<br />
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In any big race I have done, be it a triathlon, marathon, or half marathon, I have cried at the finish line. I'm never quite sure what triggers this reaction...sometimes it is more overt than others. It is joy at finishing the race, a sense of elation at the accomplishment, and thankfulness that I was able to complete something I considered to be a major goal.<br />
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The finish of Key to Keys was different...I think we all would have added extra miles at the end if it meant holding on to the feeling of the ride for a little longer. There were lots of jokes in the last few blocks about pedaling backward to make the day last longer. All day, I had thoughts of hugging Tommy at the finish in my head, and I couldn't wait to see him. At the same time, I didn't want for this amazing journey to be over. As we rode through Key West, people on scooters joined in behind us, cheering us on. It made me think of little kids on their bikes, only they were adults. We rolled into the Southernmost Point, and there was Tommy with some of the other spouses. The Ulman Staff were waving our Team Fight flag and cheering, as were the tourists lined up for photos at the Southernmost Point. It was a neat experience to have never visited Key West Before and be seeing it for the first time on my bicycle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paul getting us as we rolled into Key West.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matt Brown, our elusive and awesome photographer.</td></tr>
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The evening ended with a dinner on the beach at "Fort Zach", and a lovely celebration of our accomplishment. One last dedication circle as the sun set reminded us of our accomplishment and gave us an opportunity to say thank you. Despite tired legs and worn bodies, many of us danced into the night, celebrating our accomplishment. (It was funny watching people after a few frosty beverages completely doubt that we had ridden our bikes to Key West).<br />
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This truly was an amazing journey, and while we crossed the finish line in Key West, I know that many of us feel our contributions to the Ulman Cancer Fund do not end here...through time, stewardship, sport, and fundraising we will continue to support UCF. A huge thank you to Brian Satola and the Ulman staff for the vision and hard work that made this amazing journey happen...and to Tommy who never says "you can't do that", just "tell me what I need to do". Not to mention all the family, friends, and coworkers who supported in so many ways. My cup is overflowing, and thank you doesn't seem to be enough, but thank you for helping me along on this journey.<br />
Hugs,<br />
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-21766649565322178682013-04-17T17:15:00.000-07:002013-04-17T17:15:52.142-07:00Key to Keys: The Journey<br />
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<b>Starting Our Journey</b></div>
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Our journey to Key West began on Saturday. It started with a
send-off party in Baltimore City, which was an opportunity to get the group
together and for our families and friends to say goodbye. It is an Ulman
tradition to start events with a “Dedication Circle”. This circle gives
everyone an opportunity to share thoughts on who they are riding for each day.
It reminds me a little of a Quaker Meeting…someone starts off the dedication
and everyone adds theirs as they are moved to do so. I started the journey for
the Davis family. Ryan, Harmony, and their children are in the midst of their
fight against cancer. Harmony led off the Run Across America last year.<br />
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Many people have asked what the structure for the ride is.
Each day we are assigned to one of four groups. Group 1 begins riding, while
group 2 drives to the end of Group 1’s route and then begins riding. The same
goes with groups 3 and 4. I was part of group 1, and our task was to ride from
the Inner Harbor in Baltimore to NE Washington DC. We are given cue sheets, but
discovered that there were a few snags. Thanks to Google Maps and good
teamwork, we got from point A to Point B, with a little backtracking. We rode
through College Park, which gave me time to reflect on my dear friend Nicole
who lost her husband Mike to cancer. He was a University of Maryland alum, so
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After we finished our ride, and joined up with Liz (our
driver for the day and an awesome Ulman staffer), we drove to Charlottesville,
Va. Each day would have a similar layout. As someone who is a <s>control freak </s>planner,
it was refreshing to have 8 days where my job was just to pedal, listen, and
share our story with the people we met. We woke up in the morning, and during
breakfast the “lineup” for the day would be posted. This included your riding
buddies and your “SAG” (Support and Gear”) driver. The drivers were all Ulman
staffers, who absolutely rocked. They had a tailgate picnic ready for us every
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Each afternoon/evening, we would arrive at our hotel for the
night. It wasn’t until arrival that we found out who our roommate would be. We
got to room with most of our teammates of the same gender, which lent itself to
lots of bonding and getting to know each other. Once again….I didn’t have to
make any decisions…just lug my bag and bike into the hotel and set up camp for
the night. Dinner every evening was about camaraderie…sharing stories of the
day, laughter, and often tears. It was probably less than 48 hours before
everyone stripped down the layers of unfamiliarity and began to share their
stories in a very raw, very real way. The laughs were frequent and hearty, and
the tears came just as often. The 8 days on this journey did so much to
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<b>My Riding Routes on Key to Keys:</b></div>
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Day 1: Baltimore to Northeast DC
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Day 2: Virginia into NC (my group got to cross the border); Overnight
in Durham, NC</div>
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Day 3: Durham, NC to Myrtle Beach, SC
(my group got to ride from NC into Myrtle Beach); Overnight in Myrtle
with an awesome dinner at the firehouse there. Day 3-4 were also the days when there was the most complaining (myself included) about how painful it was to ride so many days in a row...you get to know each other quite well on a ride like this...</div>
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Day 4: Myrtle Beach, SC to Hilton Head </div>
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My group got to ride through Charleston, which was beautiful. Hilton Head was where we met Edgar…a local who was certainly a little
over the top and under the influence, but made us laugh harder than any of us
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Day 5: Hilton Head, SC to St. George, Georgia (My group got to ride
Alligator Alley and cross the border into Georgia). We had an awesome homemade
southern dinner here, hosted by Liz’s family and the local cycling club. This
was also the location of “Key to Keys Idol”…some of the people on our team can
really sing. In the midst of silliness, a local at the bar donated $400 because
he heard what we were doing and wanted to help. Laughter turned to tears as he
shared his story, but it epitomized our journey. <br />
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Day 6: St. George, Georgia to Vero Beach, Fl with an awesome dinner
hosted by Brian’s parents in Vero Beach. On this day we hit the headwind from
the storms that hit Georgia. No rain but wind that made you feel like you were
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Day 7: Vero Beach, Fl to Homestead, Fl. On this day, my group rode through some really neat destinations, including South Palm Beach, Boca Raton, and Ft. Lauderdale. A lot of our riding was right along the coast, which means a gusting headwind at times but beautiful riding.<br />
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Day 8: Homestead, Fl to Key West...more about this in my blog about finishing the race.</div>
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There aren't words to describe this journey. It was epic and emotional and fulfilling and invigorating. I am so thankful to all of those who supported me, by taking care of the kids, "liking" my Facebook updates, donating to my fundraising. There are too many people to thank by name, as I know I would leave someone out...know that each of you touched me beyond words. </div>
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Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-41952426859326633542013-04-02T18:19:00.001-07:002013-04-02T19:10:45.901-07:00Key to Keys: Why We RideMy teammate<a href="http://kacietri-ing.blogspot.com/"> Kacie did a great post about her Ride Across America</a> (Two Women Riding across the country, going for the time record.....). They are riding for charity, and Kacie said she is often called "crazy" for doing such a thing. My journey on the Key to Keys ride isn't nearly as epic, but I understand Kacie's sentiment. Sometimes, the biggest part of the journey is setting and attaining a seemingly unreachable goal. <div>
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The Key to Keys ride is a personal journey, and also one to support a cause I value greatly. The <a href="http://www.ulmanfund.org/">Ulman Cancer Fund</a> for Young Adults does amazing work. Already, our group has raised $40,000 to support them...this will help fund the first year of a cancer navigator program at the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. Imagine being a serviceman or woman, sent to a regional medical center with great oncology care...miles away from friends and family. The Ulman Fund will provide support, a peer group, and navigation services not available before at Walter Reed.</div>
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It is hard to explain what a journey like this is all about. People hear that you are cycling from Baltimore, MD to Key West, Fl and all they hear from that point is "wah-wah-wah-wah-crazy-wah-wah-insane-wah-wah-certifiable." It is partly selfish. I know that I will be absolutely inspired on this journey. The cycling will be hard, but fighting cancer is harder. The cancer survivors and fighters we meet will be beyond inspiring. The survivors who will be cycling with us and providing support on this journey will be motivation every moment of every day. </div>
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I've asked friends and family to share those they would like me to ride in memory or in honor of. My first thought of cancer or memory of someone with cancer was my Grandmother, Virginia "Ginger" McDonald. I was the oldest grandchild and 1 when she died. We lost my husband Tommy's cousin Chris Abshire to cancer way too young, in his early 30s. Chris was an amazing spiritual leader, and while I know he and his wife Martha had amazing support, I wish we had known about Ulman then. </div>
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I'm riding for "Team Davis". Harmony kicked off the Run Across America last year in honor of her husband Ryan. They are a phenomenal family with amazing faith, endless love, and incredible determination. I will be thinking of them every pedal stroke. Learn about their family <a href="http://vimeo.com/62129789">here</a>. I know there are people I left off this list...this is my flight of ideas, and list compiled in talking to friends and family. Know that your friends and family will be in my thoughts during this ride. Cycling is hard, but nothing compared to fighting cancer. My hope is that through this journey we CAN make a difference, and raise funds to support young adults fighting cancer. </div>
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I'm riding for Chris, a Mom with young kids who is kicking breast cancer's butt...</div>
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I'm riding for the ladies I am privileged to work with at MedStar Montgomery who have battled cancer...Diane, Annie, Libby, Patti, Maryjane, and so many more...</div>
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I'm riding for Tracey...who kicked cancer's butt this fall</div>
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I'm riding for Carol, who is an amazing healthcare provider, with endless kindness and compassion, and began her treatment today...</div>
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I'm riding for Patricia Weir...the Mother of a high school classmate who is fighting hard. </div>
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I'm riding for JP...the coolest liver transplant recipient a girl could ever know.</div>
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I'm riding for Abby and Meg and all the other cancer survivors on our trip!</div>
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I'm riding for Shawn Blatzer..11 years old and bravely battling stage 4 brain cancer. </div>
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I'm riding in honor of John Howard...fighting melanoma at age 7</div>
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I'm riding in honor of Anya...kicking cancer's butt at 6 years old</div>
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I'm riding in honor of Nicole, Kellie, and in memory of Mike Kuchinski.</div>
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I'm riding in honor of Watson Dufresne... diagnosed with leukemia at age 2..now he is almost 6 and a few weeks away from finishing his chemo treatment</div>
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I'm riding in honor of Jhondra McNeely, recently diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma</div>
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I'm riding in memory of Gail Ardner...a mother, wife, and friend who lost her battle with breast cancer last August.</div>
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I'm riding in memory of Drew Wall...lost this past November. #justdrewit</div>
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I'm riding in memory of Susie Ohlendorf, lost to breast cancer last month</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><a aria-controls="js_1" aria-haspopup="true" aria-owns="js_1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1566849504&extragetparams=%7B%22group_id%22%3A112628765514571%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/mcfowler33?group_id=112628765514571" id="js_2" style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; text-decoration: none;">Marcus Fowler</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;"> (Leukemia) - Enduring stem cell transplant</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;" /><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1119132554&extragetparams=%7B%22group_id%22%3A112628765514571%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/tim.mains.3?group_id=112628765514571" style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; text-decoration: none;">Tim Mains</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;"> (Testicular cancer) - Just started chemo</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;">David </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=754266424&extragetparams=%7B%22group_id%22%3A112628765514571%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/mina.brenneman?group_id=112628765514571" style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; text-decoration: none;">Brenneman</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;"> (Leiomyosarcoma) - Battling metastasis with changing chemos</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;">Dan </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1168864617&extragetparams=%7B%22group_id%22%3A112628765514571%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/rosita1980?group_id=112628765514571" style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px; text-decoration: none;">Noss</a></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;"> - (Liposarcoma) - Chemo and stuck in hospital with infection</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 18.88888931274414px;">Brent - (Leukemia) - Just a kid, prayers that his make-a-wish trip is great</span></span></div>
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Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-17287387069500385942013-03-11T18:12:00.003-07:002013-03-11T18:14:05.067-07:00Why We Ride....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In a little less than 4 weeks, I set out with a group of amazing people on the "Key to Keys" ride. This cycling trip spans 8 days, 1400 miles, and cities in between Baltimore, Md and Key West, Fl. It will be physically taxing, but the UCF staff, the other riders, and the amazing survivors, fighters, and staff we will meet at cancer centers along the way will make it worth it.<br />
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When you explain a trip like this, people look at you like you are insane (unless they are also doing the event...then they all look slightly mortified about how training is going). It is hard to explain that this isn't totally selfless. There is something rewarding about completing a physical challenge like this, but doing it for a charity you believe in and meeting amazing people along the way takes it to an entirely different level. With the Run Across America last year, we met people who literally stopped to give us the money in their pockets. They had their own experiences with cancer, and wanted to help others. There is nothing more humbling than someone who probably doesn't have a lot to give reaching out to support others.<br />
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I went to a celebration this weekend that really embodied what UCF is all about: survivorship, support, fellowship.... JP and Alyssa are cancer survivors who met through UCF. The party was a housewarming, celebrating their new digs and JP's 2nd "Liverversary". This was the 2nd anniversary of her of her liver transplant after battling liver cancer. Celebrating these two amazing women, with many other members of UCF's Team Fight, was almost surreal. We laughed, we ate liver-shaped cake, and we laughed more. UCF provides support in so many forms- formal and informal. Their programs go beyond navigation to fellowship and friendship. While those may seem trivial, the level of support for someone going through cancer treatment can't be overemphasized. This brings me back to the "not totally selfless" part... My life is richer for knowing so many amazing people involved with UCF.<br />
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I am already humbled by the amount of support I have received from family and friends. I can't begin to thank all of you enough. (I also have to thank my amazing husband and children who are selfless in their willingness to support me on this journey). I have raised almost $3500, well on my way to the $4000 goal. I know that this amount will help support young adults and their families, either through navigation services, scholarship, the Cancer to 5K program, or one of the other UCF programs. I look forward to sharing this journey with you.......<br />
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Some more exciting details for the fundraiser at The Winery at Olney on Wednesday, Feb 20th from 5-9. Come check it out for a little while or stay the whole evening! If you can't make it, I will take requests for wine and wine glasses. Any questions? Just comment here or email me at Kierstenhenry@gmail.com.<br />
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Custom-framed 8x12 print taken by photographer Susanna Avery-Lynch in Asiago, Italy. She will be selecting and shipping the frame from Italy. www.SusannaAvery.com</div>
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I will be cycling with a group of amazing people (including cancer survivors)
from the Key Bridge in Baltimore to Key West. The purpose of the ride is to
perform outreach and raise funds and awareness for the Ulman Cancer Fund for
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young adults (teens through age 40) and their families during and after their
cancer fight. UCF provides cancer navigators at area cancer centers (including
the Lombardi Cancer Center at MedStar Georgetown University Hospital). They
also support great survivor programs, including the Cancer to 5K program for
survivors and those in the fight who want to get back to fitness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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out and taste some great wines, try our special “Key to Keys” wines, have some
light appetizers, and enjoy great company. A portion of the proceeds from wine tastings and select bottles of wine will go to the Ulman Cancer Fund. </span></div>
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<br />Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181377254563885062.post-80122168466381913672012-10-03T19:41:00.000-07:002012-10-03T19:41:08.756-07:00"Why We Fight"In October of 2010, I participated in the Half Full Triathlon. I was a member of Trakkers (now <a href="http://www.rev3tri.com/">Team Rev3</a>), and had learned about Ulman Cancer Fund through the local chapter of Mid Maryland Tri club. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the Rev3 crew would be at the race, providing timing and supporting some of the race infrastructure.<br />
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I completed the race with a torn meniscus in my knee. I knew I was injured, debated switching to the aquavelo, but decided to go for it. I walked 11+ of the 13.1 miles, but I finished. When I wanted to quit, I said "you can't quit cancer, and I am not quitting this #$^%&#*@ race!" So I finished, with my teammate Kati (who works for Rev3 timing) and Susie Rocks to meet me at the finish. (yes...the knee brace slid down there at the finish).<br />
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In 2011, I worked at the race, this time more connected to the cause and the Team Fight and Ulman crew.<br />
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In April of 2012, I embarked on 7 days of the Rev3/Ulman Run Across America. This was a truly epic adventure, in the name of young adults battling cancer, and young adult cancer survivors. All along Rev3 has been a huge supporter of Ulman. This year, Rev3 took a bigger role in the Half Full race. They included it in their race series and are focusing more of their resources on the race.<br />
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So then came the big announcement that has polarized the triathlon world...Lance Armstrong is competing as a survivor, and the Half distance race will not have USAT sanctioning. There are tons of opinions....honestly that isn't what this post is about.<br />
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This post is about Amy...a Mom of two young girls who fought cancer and now gives her time to others through Ulman's Cancer to 5K program.<br />
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This post is about Jessica...a cancer survivor and liver transplant recipient who is an amazing ray of sunshine to all who she encounters. Her positive outlook and her dedication to Team Fight is contagious.<br />
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This post is about a friend who is a mother, fighting breast cancer.<br />
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This post is about Harmony and Ryan...who are battling a fierce enemy with love, family, prayer, and medicine. Harmony helped kick off the Run Across America in California...to raise awareness and share support.<br />
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The Half Full Triathlon is about being Half Full. It is about helping young adults fight cancer. It is about providing navigation services, and support groups, and hope. So I choose to view this event as Half Full. I choose to see Lance Armstrong as an ambassador for Cancer awareness and cancer philanthropy. I look forward to seeing many of my Rev 3, Ulman Cancer Fund, and Team Fight friends this weekend.<br />
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For Amy, Jessica, Harmony and Ryan, and so many others...this is why we fight.Kierstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988018798603672048noreply@blogger.com6