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Editor's note: Double feature on the blog today in honor of Mother's Day!  Jenny Sackey's son Calvin is following in his mom's footsteps in health care career aspirations.  Some excerpts from a recent scholarship essay Calvin wrote pay special tribute to the insights he has gained from his mom. Beyond the meaningful reflections shared here below, Calvin's essay highlighted how he is channeling his life experience to find a volunteer opportunity to mentor biracial students who may be facing some of the challenges he either experienced or witnessed in his formidable years.  Calvin's remarks demonstrate that what we show our children in our actions will forever speak louder than our words.  Thank you to this mother-son dynamic duo for staging this Mother's Day blog takeover!       

UMD sophomore Calvin Sackey reflects on how his Mother, Jenny Sackey is always behind him.
UMD sophomore Calvin Sackey reflects on how his Mother, Jenny Sackey is always behind him.

"I am a sophomore in college majoring in biology, attending University of Minnesota – Duluth in pursuit of my dream to become a Physician’s Assistant or a Registered Nurse.  A lifetime of admiration for my mom has inspired my career aspirations.  A lifetime of watching her model the best advice she’s ever given me is helping me to reach my goals.

Before college, I remember receiving advice from respected coaches, teachers, and mentors who encouraged me to look at college as a full-time job.  I don’t think I fully understood the advice before getting into the context of university life, and I struggled to balance the new freedoms and responsibilities that seemed to be placed on me all at once.  I realized in my struggle that it was not just advice I needed to get me through the challenges, it was a role model.

Anyone who knows me well will tell you I have always been a ‘momma’s boy’ – I’ve always looked up to my Mother with immense admiration. While she was pursuing her Associate of Science degree in Nursing at North Hennepin Community College to become a Registered Nurse, she was also busy mothering three young children while working a full-time job as a Certified Nursing Assistant and trying to live a “normal” life as well. She consistently demonstrates that the only way to balance multiple responsibilities and to be successful is to develop a disciplined work ethic.

An important accompanying piece of my Mother’s best advice that has always helped me when making a decision is to ask myself, “How will this affect me in 10 seconds, in 10 days, and in 10 years?” My Mother modeled this advice.  By way of watching her overcome the challenges related to balancing so many caregiver roles, I’ve seen her model the advice to look at balance as a full-time job.  It is from my Mother where I was inspired to learn and mimic her work ethic and to follow in her career path. More, it is from my mom that I learned that it is my duty to pass what I have learned through experience to help others when they are struggling to have their brightest future possible."

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Jenny Sackey
Jenny Sackey, RN, ponders the dynamic topic of disparity in this guest reflection.  Inspired by hearing a local physician speak in her place of faith practice and her place of nursing practice, Jenny listened with her head and her heart to statistics and to a message she is responding to with this guest blog reflection.  Read on to see how Jenny processed questions about racial disparity that she is now posing in her practice.

On a recent Sunday morning, my husband and I headed into town for one of our favorite weekend activities: Sunday service at St. Joan of Arc church.  I was particularly enthusiastic to hear the featured guest speaker this occasion, Dr. Stephen Nelson, a local pediatric hematologist-oncologist.  His talk, 'Racial Disparities in Health Care,' was right up my alley!

Dr. Nelson was given all of about 15 minutes to express his message.  He did not disappoint.  A few compelling statistics coupled with his insights on biases left me with one question: why?

Why do we make judgements? How do judgements impact our subjective assessments – especially in a clinical environment? What is at the root of our categorical assessments based on race?  These questions swirled in my mind in the context of being a nurse, a mother, and a citizen.

Dr. Nelson offered a comparison scenario: caring for a child of a 17-year-old single Black mother from North Minneapolis versus caring for a child of a Caucasian mother from Edina.  He admits to catching himself making those quick judgements towards the 17-year-old Black mother. "Does she have insurance?  Will transportation be a barrier to make appointments? Will she comply with treatment plans?"  Dr. Nelson’s transparency helped me shift my question from why to whatWhat do I do with the recognition of biases I’ve discovered?

Soul stirring talks like Dr. Nelson’s – receiving a message that marries my values with my faith while forcing me to evaluate how my convictions are exercised in my career…this is what privilege feels like.  Being in a moment where I can look at the gaps that exist in our society, and thinking about how those gaps impact societal values, faith, and conviction...I felt truly privileged to entertain all these thoughts.  I told my husband that we had to stay to meet this speaker.  I had to thank Dr. Nelson for pushing the envelope on my thoughts.

The line to meet and greet was long and the opportunity to express my gratitude felt swift.  Upon meeting and sharing with Dr. Nelson that I am a nurse - and that his talk would impact my practice, he asked where I worked.  What a treat to learn next that he was scheduled to come and speak at the hospital where I’m employed!

Fast forward three weeks.  I went in on my day off to hear Dr. Nelson expand his experience with confronting racial disparities in health care in a different dynamic environment: my workplace.  The context of hearing what he had to share in my place of faith context held up now in my place of employment was rich.  There was more time at this presentation – and I was astounded by the unabridged variety of examples Dr. Nelson shared to illustrate the struggle of racial disparity in this nation and in my home state of Minnesota. I’ll try to recap some of the examples from my notes (without specific citation) that were hardest for me to digest.

  • I would not have guessed that Minnesota has one of the highest rates of racial disparity in the US.
  • Minnesota is a national leading state for education. Yet for our African American population, the 4th grade reading level is the same as in the state of Mississippi (who has less dynamic educational outcomes to herald). Fourth grade level is a significant turning point for students transitioning from word recognition in reading to reading comprehension.
  • African Americans have a 3:1 unemployment rate ratio.
  • There are 10 times as many African Americans incarcerated versus Caucasians.
  • On any given day in Minnesota, a Black person is 20 times more likely to be stopped for a traffic offense than a white person.
  • African Americans have a higher infant mortality rate.
  • African Americans wait longer in the ER than a Caucasian patient.
  • It takes 3+ hours longer for the African American to go to the the ER for an injury v.s. a comparable injury that a Caucasian patient would go to the ER for, likely due to socio economic barriers.
  • It takes 20 minutes longer for the hospitalized African American patient to receive pain meds when calling out for them.
  • In 2004, there was eight times the financial support for Cystic Fibrosis research (majority Caucasian persons-affected disease) versus Sickle Cell Disease (majority Black persons-affected disease).  Sickle Cell Disease also has a higher population of patients than Cystic Fibrosis does. Today, there is 11 times the financial support for CF.
  • There has been a decrease in Black Registered Nurses and Black MDs from the University of Minnesota. Last year, The UofM graduated one Black doctor.

I felt a rush of emotions as I listened to these statistics, took notes, and considered what I was hearing in relationship to the privileges I’ve appreciated as a White female.  I felt disheartened and almost guilty.  Since hearing this impactful message from Dr. Nelson that day, I’ve been moved to channel the impact of the chord that was struck in my personal and professional life as a nurse.  I strive to be more intentional.  I follow Dr. Nelson’s plea to anyone pondering privilege to ‘lean into’ observations of disparity.  My hope is that with my newly heightened awareness, I become more active in my voice against racial disparity and less tolerant of observations to this end.

This topic also has immeasurable impact on my personal life.  I am the wife to a kind-hearted African man.  I am the mother to three beautiful biracial children, and the grandmother to one adorable biracial grandson.  I work with intelligent, talented, African Women, and I have many African friends I hold dear.  I’m deeply saddened to consider how the aforementioned statistics have or might impact their lives.  As I read this post to my husband to seek his thoughts, he said, "It's very simple. Treat others the same way you would want to be treated."

Can you reflect on a time when you have witnessed racial disparity in health care?  Think about how that realization felt. Could you have leaned in to make a difference in yourself or in the situation? It's never too late.  Please, lean in.  Please, ask why.

Please, ask, “What do I do with the recognition of biases I’ve discovered?

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Editor’s note: Jenny Sackey has been a Registered nurse for nine years. Jenny went back to school to complete her nursing degree while she was raising a family, as it was always her desire and goal to be a nurse. Prior to going back to school, she worked many years as a nursing assistant for Presbyterian Homes and Services. Her first job as a Registered Nurse was at North Memorial Medical Center on the Mother Baby unit, where she worked for three and a half years.  It was always her dream to work with new moms and babies. In 2010, Maple Grove Hospital opened.  Jenny had a strong desire to be a part of that new hospital, and soon thereafter accepted a position in the Family Birth Center.  This past year she accepted a position as a PCF, (Patient Care Facilitator), a leadership role for the unit. Jenny loves being an integral part of this fast paced unit, and will tell you she has the best colleagues to be found.  She is honored to be a part of her patients and families birth experience.  Jenny describes this as being privileged to be a part of one of the most special life events a family will ever encounter.  Jenny never loses sight of the privilege of impacting this precious milestone in patient and families’ lives. 

Mercy Hospital, Coon Rapids, was among countless institutions who featured a ceremony to collectively honor upwards of 30,000 organ donations that occurred in 2015.
Mercy Hospital, Coon Rapids, was among countless institutions who featured a ceremony to collectively honor upwards of 30,000 organ donations that occurred in 2015.

Editor’s note: The Reflective Nurse supports Donate LifeNational Donate Life Month (NDLM) is recognized each year in April, featuring an entire month of activities to help encourage Americans to register as organ, eye, and tissue donors. Reflecting on NDLM 2016, I’m grateful for receiving my first invitation to a Gift of Life Ceremony by way of my friend Tanya, a LifeSource Ambassador who shared her family experience with organ donation at the Gift of Life Ceremony at Mercy Hospital, Coon Rapids, this past week.  Tanya and I took pause to merge and ‘dual sig’ the following reflections on this moving event.

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My reflection:

Epictetus said, “It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.”  Insightful guy that Greek philosopher, Epictetus.  What a moving privilege in this life to see people bring this insight to fruition.

I’ve written about my dear friend Tanya, who serves as her mother’s primary caregiver in the journey through a heart transplant that happened earlier this year.  A nurse with critical care experience at the bedside, Tanya has confided private details of her latest critical care experience: providing primary care for her mother.  I am consistently moved by how she has reacted to all that’s happened to her mom, to her immediate family of five, and to herself on this road that has required an all-terrain approach.  So when she asked me to come hear her speak publicly about her passion for sharing the message, “Donate Life,” it was kind of a no-brainer.  I was there.

In the 20-some months since Tanya’s mom learned that she needed a heart transplant, Tanya has reacted with a posture of propelling most of her work and volunteer efforts toward the cause of donating life.  She donates blood.  She made a shift in her nursing career to have a hand in the critical, behind-the-scenes work of bone marrow transplants.  And she volunteers in the community as a LifeSource Ambassador, giving public speeches about becoming a donor.  It’s not what’s happened to Tanya, it’s how she’s reacted to it that matters.

The opening remarks made by hospital administrators at Mercy Hospital’s Gift of Life Ceremony heralded the life-giving power we can sustain once we’re gone.  We have a choice to become a donor and to make that wish known on our licenses and to our loved ones.  But why would we do that?  Enter the personal stories shared by Tanya, daughter of a heart recipient, and Brian Salisbury, cornea recipient and donor father.  Different accounts but same message: the foresight of reacting to loss of life by giving the Gift of Life was what we were all present to honor with donor families at this moving event.

The, “Donate Life” flag was raised in front of Mercy Hospital to close the Gift of Life Ceremony.  Names of the five donors cared for at Mercy Hospital this year were read, and we paused in a moment of awe for the twelve lives that were changed forever for receiving the Gifts of Life given by these donors. Donating life does not remove the pain of losses sustained.  But there is power in knowing that in moments of great loss, we can give great gifts.

My reflection on this event is dedicated to my friend Tanya, who has reacted with her whole heart to express gratitude for the heart her mother received.

Tanya's reflection:

“I was honored to be asked to speak at the Donate Life Ceremony this week at Mercy Hospital to celebrate Donate Life Month.  When the email came through, I replied and accepted with only enough pause to ensure that it wasn’t a night with 4 kid activities (only 3!).

I have only had the opportunity to share our story of organ donation on one other occasion, in a completely different setting.  In December I spoke in a hospital setting to a very small group of new ICU RN’s who were receiving their required training on when to initiate a call to LifeSource.  I am a nurse, so I felt safe and secure speaking to a group of peers…a small group of peers! I brought photos and choked back tears through almost the entire time I spoke. Speaking of my speaking; I plowed through my story at a blaring speed and I don’t even know that they were able to decipher my words. They did see my tears, they did see the photos I brought, and I did see one RN wiping away tears.

This upcoming speaking engagement would be very different. Speaking to donor families, recipient families, and hospital staff. They anticipated a group of around 50 people.

When I spoke in December, it felt good to talk. It allowed me to give something back while waiting for this gift. I was able to share the story, spread the word, share the hope and stress the importance of nurses in caring for those who are waiting.  Putting a face to the story of transplant.

Fast forward to this past Thursday. I felt rusty. I felt unsure and I was a ball of nerves. Frankly, I asked more than once, “WHY did I think I could do this?”  I hadn’t spoken since my mom received her Gift of Life. And can I tell you, it has been a very long road post-transplant. I was terribly worried that if I shared the story, the journey, and the challenges of recovery, I would make a donor family feel that in some way I (*we) were ungrateful for this tremendous gift.  In addition, I was moderately terrified that our donor family would be in attendance.  I would hate for the dates to line up and have something click when they heard my story. So I made the timeline vague and hoped for the best.

Upon arrival I saw the LifeSource hospital liaison I know (she’s awesome), and the chaplain (also quite incredible). Both came over to say hello and I met my fellow speaker who was both a Corneal Transplant recipient and donor father.   Things were falling into place.

I was very nervous before I spoke. Heart pounding, shaky knees, quivery voice.  I was grateful that Natalie agreed to join me at this event.  It was calming to know that I was not alone in this big auditorium and to know that someone believed in my ability, my story, and my strength.  As I continue to find my voice and what this life experience is teaching me, I am so grateful she has been willing to encourage me and hold me up on terrifying days just like this.

I was the 4th speaker, following two medical directors from the hospital.  I had written a long, detailed account of my mom’s journey to transplant (3.5 pages single spaced. Seriously?!)  Of course, upon standing in front of this room full of donor families, my reading completely went out the window. I paraphrased, jumped all around, and skipped some rather pivotal pieces (in my opinion) of our story.  I choked up twice. Twice? No, maybe thrice. Be that as it may. I didn’t make a big, ugly cry face. (Also a huge concern) …I was able to keep sharing.  I had revised my story on the train just 2 hours before and as I closed I was so very grateful my very jumpy and emotional brain remembered what I had added so hastily on the train.  I think it was the very most important part of our story and I think it was so important on this, of all nights to say:

“As I acknowledge every milestone in my mom’s healing from her heart transplant; one month, two months…I hold our Donor Family in my heart, as they too are acknowledging their own milestones in loss and healing.”

What I find more important than sharing our story leading to transplant is ensuring all donor families know that their decision and gift means something. Not just that day, but every day. The day of transplant I thought of our donor family all day.  The day after, and every single milestone I noted for my mom’s recovery, I have held the family with me as they grieve and heal and miss their beloved family member.

I am so very honored to share our story, to express gratitude for the Gift of Life, and to hopefully sway one more person to have the conversation with those they love before they find themselves in a dire situation.

Please, Donate Life.”

Editor's note: I love hearing from readers.  I'd especially love to hear your account of participating in lifesaving actions as listed and linked below! Are you a donor?  Do you give blood?  Have you considered joining the Bone Marrow Registry?  Opportunities to Donate Life abound.  I welcome your comments here, on Facebook, or, feel free to reach out to me at: natalie@thereflectivenurse.com

Register today to be an organ, eye and tissue donor

The need is constant. The gratification is instant.  Give blood.  (American Red Cross).

Take your first step to being someone’s cure by joining our bone marrow registry today.  (Be the Match).

Be a LIFESAVER.
Be a LIFESAVER.

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This is not just a t-shirt. Still Kickin is a vibe. And there are heroes behind these words.
Still Kickin is building a braver, more supportive world. One shirt, one person, one workout at a time.

Go to Still Kickin on the web and you can read about how this 501(c)(3) non-profit organization started with a tee shirt.  This is not a, "been there, done that, got the tee shirt" reflection.  This is a reflection inspired by Still Kickin founder, Nora McInerny Purmort, who gave the talk, "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING" at THE COLLECTIVE, a LAB pop-up event at Loring Social in Minneapolis, this weekend.

Nora's talk was an account of how she became a widow, wrote a book, and started a non-profit in one year.  Her candor and delivery style is witty, honest, and refreshing.  After hearing her speak on this one occasion, I'm already pre-ordering her book, It's Okay to Laugh (Crying is Cool, Too) and I'm marking my calendar for her book launch party on May 24.

There was a message Nora illuminated in her talk that really resonated with me and the nurse pal who invited me to the event. The message felt akin to the privilege of being a nurse or a caregiver who comes into peoples' lives when they are going through a crisis.  "You can fall through space and strangers can catch you," Nora said.

Nora tells about the backstory and the future of 'Still Kickin' in her talks and on her website. These words were displayed on the vintage tee shirt her husband was wearing the day he had a seizure that lead to three years in treatment for brain cancer.  The rest of the story is a compelling account of how people they know were joined by strangers from the internet in fundraising activities that exceeded their needs.  And now Nora revisits that catch she eluded to by facilitating the same kind of efforts for Still Kickin Heroeseach month.

This is where that message about strangers catching strangers resonates with caregiving professions...and wow, that's a humbling part of the job.  We're the ones who might meet you for the first time when you show up in our emergency department, when you come back to our unit after an emergent surgery, or when your child is diagnosed with a condition that will change their course and yours.  And we go from zero-to-sixty with you.  You are a stranger, but we do what we can to catch you. And here's the thing, you catch us, too.

You amaze us with your willingness to let us into such private, guarded, uncharted moments in your life.  You catch us by showing resilience, or maybe by exuding strength in honest tears, and by moving on with diagnoses that are hard to live with while we are simply trying to support you.  We catch each other in some of our most personal and professional moments of vulnerability, and that's where the healing relationship begins.

As a nurse, I see the context of tragedy in the immediate moment of diagnoses, in the acute care phase of an illness, and in maintaining necessary boundaries to protect patient and professional privacy. Our relationship ends with discharge, but we don't stop caring about patient and family outcomes at that juncture.  We are privileged to walk part of the path with you but we don't ever see (in full color) the layers outside the walls of the clinical environment where we meet.

But there are universal truths in what patients and families have to say about what they are going through when illness strikes.  And just like a patient/family panel is always my favorite part of conferences or continuing education offerings, I took so much away from reading accounts springing from Still Kickin heroes, like Scott Serene's on thisdaddys_blog authored before his death.  I'm profoundly moved by the universal truths I can read into the experience of a patient I don't know because of what I've seen people endure on our leg of the journey together.

This post is dedicated to patients and families I have and have not known, to caregivers like my friend Ashley who recognize the value of getting to talks like Nora's to stay inspired in the work we do as nurses and humans, and to the Still Kickin vibe.

I love hearing from readers.  Please comment here, on Facebook, or reach out to me at: natalie@thereflectivenurse.com to reflect and connect. 

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Mary Mueller, BSN, RN, enjoys a daily meditation practice that she carries with her in her travels and in her 40 year career as a pediatric nurse.
Mary Mueller, BSN, RN, enjoys a daily meditation practice that she carries with her in her travels and in her 40 year career as a pediatric nurse.

I recently got a gentle order from my doctor to look into Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) as an approach to help overcome some of the health issues I’ve been facing this year: severe asthma exacerbations, migraines, and GI distress. My physician extolled the virtues of reducing stress in relationship to boosting the immune system, being more in touch with the warning signs our bodies give us when we are getting ill, and being more in touch with ourselves to in fact heed those warning signs when they come -- instead of pushing through to the point of illness. I know of two dear friends and nurse colleagues who have done the 8-week MBSR training, and of course I reached out and shared my MBSR prescription with both of them. One of those women is Mary Mueller, a nurse mentor and colleague I’ve known since before I knew I wanted to be a nurse! When I told Mary I was going back to school to become a nurse, she generously gifted me the stethoscope she used in nursing school and a starched white nurse hat.

When I told Mary I was planning to enroll in an 8-week online Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction program, she generously gifted me the following insights:

“Before taking the Mindfulness class by Jon Kabat-Zinn, I had some experience with meditation through Yoga. I noticed how calm and peaceful I felt even after 5 minutes of laying on the floor on my Yoga mat. I also had difficulty dealing with the stresses in my life. I am a reader, loved reading self-help books, read so many books about meditation, Buddhism, ways to look at my life in a healthier way. I visited some Meditation Centers in the Twin Cities, took a meditation class at one. It was difficult to motivate myself to have a formal practice at home or use the meditation in my daily life. I saw this class listed in the Wellness Center at Penny George Institute of Health and Healing and decided to give it a try, especially since it came with Nursing CEUs and I used MNA money to pay for the class.

It truly made a huge difference in my life. The course made me really understand what meditation is, and how to create a daily practice. For me, meditation is becoming aware of how I was reacting to all the stresses and experiences in my life. Here's a list of most important realizations:
• I have learned how to love accept and be kind to myself. To be aware that I already have everything I need inside of me to be happy and content with me and the life I have created.
• I am not my thoughts, my thoughts come and go and I can let them go, go on to another thought and while I am sitting meditating I can give myself permission to sit with a thought, look at it say " oh that's an interesting thought", then go on to the next thought. I do not have to jump up and fix or react to the thought. I can observe it, be with it, and know that it is only a thought.
• I can be in the moment, then when my "monkey mind" starts off on a worry, rumination of past mistakes, regrets, future worries, anxious thought, i can notice what my mind is doing, and change my habit of staying with that anxiety or worry. It is a habit. I can let it rest, visit it another day, and go back to being in the moment, meditate on the breath, another thought, an object I see, or a sound I hear. Then when my mind wanders again I can recognize it happening, kindly say, "oh my monkey mind got me again," then each time it happens I am kind to myself, bringing the thoughts back into the moment, and continue on. I don't need to criticize myself, beat myself up. I can give loving kindness to me as I do with others.
• There are many people around me who struggle with the same sufferings and anxieties, we can all support each other, this life is about connecting to all around us, we are all in the same boat. We can accept and honor each other in this journey. We all want happiness, we all have basic goodness, and we all want to be free from suffering. We are in this together. This is comforting and calming. Meditation is not just about me sitting on my cushion. It’s about me taking care of myself with the intention of then being able to care for others. I think about that intention every time I meditate and it is very comforting.
Meditation has allowed me to accept myself as I am, and to take care of myself FIRST and then be kind and genuine to others. I am by no means perfect, I still have days where I get depressed, anxious, overwhelmed. Some days I do not know why I am even sitting there meditating, I do not understand in many ways why this works. But I see myself getting back on track more quickly and feeling more joy and appreciation and gratitude for all that is good in my life. We do not need to be perfect, just able to love and be loved. And be aware of all around us.”

When I asked Mary how mindfulness and meditation practices have affected her nursing practice, she offered this:
“Oh my gosh, meditation and mindfulness have greatly impacted my nursing care. I've learned how to take care of myself so I can genuinely care of others. I am more focused throughout the day. Nursing is all about thinking of others, what do they need now, what will they need when they are sent home, how do they feel, how can I help them relieve their pain. If I am mindful and aware of my needs away from work, I can be more mindful at work. If I am compassionate and kind, less judgmental to myself, I know then how to be that way with others. It's like I am practicing the art and science of caring for myself. Then, I can practice care on others. If I notice my thoughts, my feelings, and my responses to stresses, I can notice them in my patients and families and respond more effectively.

I have a formal meditation practice for 20-30 minutes a day. During that 20 minutes, I notice, I observe, I am aware of what is happening in my mind, my feelings, and my thoughts. I pause, I listen, I look, I hear. I then am able to notice and be aware of what goes on throughout the rest of the day. I have more tools in my box to cope with the stresses and chaos in life, both at work and at home. I have a more balanced life. To be a nurse, the balance is necessary.”

Mary's caption: I'm pictured here (right) with my very long time friend. We met in nursing school, 44 years ago. She is now a Nurse Practitioner with many degrees including one in Alternative Health and Healing. She lives in NYC, we talk all the time, about life, health and meditation. This picture is the two of us at my daughter's wedding, on the sandy beach where the wedding ceremony took place. It was lovely.
Mary's caption: I'm pictured here (right) with my very long time friend. We met in nursing school, 44 years ago. She is now a Nurse Practitioner with many degrees including one in Alternative Health and Healing. She lives in NYC, we talk all the time, about life, health and meditation. This picture is the two of us at my daughter's wedding, on the sandy beach where the wedding ceremony took place. It was lovely.

Editor’s note: Mary Mueller, BSN, RN, graduated with a BSN in nursing from University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee in 1976. She has been a pediatric nurse for 40 years at the time of this publication. Mary spent all but one year of her nursing career in a hospital setting. Her one-year break from hospital nursing was in 1978, when she was a VISTA Volunteer (domestic Peace Corp) in South Texas working with children of Migrant Farm workers. Mary has worked at Children's Hospitals and Clinics of Minnesota for 27 years. She started in the Special Care Nursery/NICU, migrated to the Float Team for 14 years, and is presently working in the Surgery Center at Children's/Minneapolis. Mary has been married for 34 years to her best friend and soulmate, Terry Dussault. Their family consists of three adult daughters; Emily, and husband Tanner, Lauren, and husband Chris, and their youngest, Carolyn, is a senior in college. Mary clearly lives the breadth and depth of her life and I am so grateful for the rich and insightful reflections she shared in the above guest blog post.

I love hearing from readers.  Share your comments here, on Facebook, or reach out to me at: natalie@thereflectivenurse.com

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Crockpots were lined up as far as the eye could see at this week's potluck on our nursing unit.
Crock pots were lined up as far as the eye could see at this week's potluck on our nursing unit.

The thermometer read -8 degrees when I hopped out of my car on Sunday morning to brave the walk from the parking ramp to the hospital entrance.  I ran into two of my nurse colleagues in the stairwell upon arriving.  They were robed in Vikings apparel and each of them had a crock pot in tow.  The home team may not have won this weekend, but our Sunday potluck was a win on many fronts.  The impact of the nursing unit potluck on morale is what's on my mind about nursing, this week.

"I don't even feel like I'm at work," I heard one nurse say as a couple of folded bed-sheets were fluffed open and made to function like fine, white, table linens as we set up the spread in the break room.

"I'm not gonna lie, this turned into a $40 dip," another nurse roared as she stirred her (delicious) buffalo chicken dip.  One of our star clinical support assistants had us hanging on every word and every bite as we savored a sneak preview of his homemade bone broth soup.  American dim sum, we jokingly labeled that moment of taking some quick nibbles on morning break of all the goodness that awaited us on our lunch break.  This, people, is a taste of the palpable energy that is potluck day on a nursing unit.

The unit potluck is an opportunity to dedicate break time and some time on the home-front to prepare a little dose of TLC for the colleagues who affectionately become the work family.  Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day, and game day in recent weeks on my calendar have been exponentially heightened by the feasts that have come together in the name of camaraderie.  Potluck days are sure to bring an added moment of levity...and whether you're showing up with the chips or the aforementioned $40 dip, your contribution is part of a whole heap of food and fun to be had by all.

I've seen the unit potluck play out in a variety of forms and fashions.  There's the case study of what Mighty Nurse calls, "The Potluck Nurse" - where a unit can count on one brave soul to rally a menu and a mentality for coming together to break, and to break bread.  SignUpGenius can whet your appetite with their rave round-up of 50 Creative Potluck Themes and a modern day version of the break room sign up sheet.  Or, I once worked on a unit where our "potluck nurse" would plan and prepare a sign-up list detailed with everything needed to pull off a feast, divided into equal cost-to-create contributions.

A couple current work-family friends of mine and I have taken our affinity for food-shares to a down-sized potluck concept on our rotation of working every-other weekend.  We created a private group on social media (The Lunch Ladies) to communicate about what's cookin' as we go into our weekend stretch...and then we swap our respective contributions once we get to work.  It's a win-win, because you cook one thing and you end up with three home-cooked dishes to enjoy over the weekend.  Planning to be at the hospital for three consecutive 12-hour shifts (where you are away from home for an average of 14 hours a day) can feel like a business trip where you are prepping your own meals.  And if you enjoy food prep and consumption as much as the three of us do, the variety in the swapping is the cherry on top of this make-ahead-meal method.

Tactics for raising morale on nursing units is well documented in academic journals.  But today's reflection is boiled down to the basics.  There's just nothing quite like a unit potluck (for three or for thirty!) to rally spirits, satiation, and sustainability for a long shift.

What's on your mind about nursing?  Commenting here or on the Facebook post adds to the potluck of thoughts about the work we share.  Or, email me at natalie@thereflectivenurse.com to volunteer a guest blog post to answer this pressing question.

 

 

 

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A cherished personalized necklace from a crafty friend will forever remind me of the power of this one little word in 2015.
A cherished, personalized necklace from a crafty friend will forever remind me of the power of this one little word in 2015.

It's the final hour of 2015.  Although my husband and I are spending New Year's Eve in different locales for the first time in over 10 years...I'm in a happy place: reflecting and writing.  He's at a family wedding on the East Coast, and upon tucking our daughter in, I settled in with my hot date (my laptop) to recount some highlights of 2015 and to dream up some highlights yet to unfold in 2016.  The present moment is so quiet, all I can hear is the calendar page turning from 2015 to 2016.

For three years now, instead of amassing New Year's Resolutions, I've picked One Little Word a la Ali Edwards' online class.  The idea is to pick a word that represents what you want to attract more of in your life.  The online course delivers prompts on the first of each month to spark ways to live with your word through journaling, activities, and reflection as you go about your daily life.  My 2015 word was reflect - and I dare say, I rocked it.

Santa stuffed my stocking with some cards to help me bring others into the forum I've created to reflect and connect on practice.
Santa stuffed my stocking with some business cards to help me bring others into the forum I've created to reflect and connect on practice.

I've dreamed about creating a forum for nurses to connect and reflect on practice since I was a student nurse.  Nursing school was way off the grid from my undergraduate degree (communication with an English writing minor). My exposure to nursing in my work as a volunteer coordinator (for the pediatric hospital where I am now employed as a staff nurse) inspired my passion for this profession.  Practicing in other settings, earning my MSN, teaching, and advising students in advanced degree programs are opportunities I've had along my path to open my eyes and heart to some incredible nurses and partners in healing who further propelled my desire to start something I believed I could do.  So I did it!  This year I built a website, a blog, and a community of nurses and our partners in healing to grow the reflections and connections that deepen our relationship to practice.  It's been great fun - and it's only just begun!

The Reflective Nurse forum has served as a springboard for me to host nursing salons in my home, to dabble in blogging, and to collaborate with others who wish to enhance practice in between shifts and amidst the other joys and challenges in life.  I've had a rough couple months recovering from pneumonia in November, so I recently reached out to one of my favorite holistic health nurses (Jen Quade) to tap into her wisdom surrounding holistic compliments to Western medicine.  The outreach  lead to a collaborative effort to host an event in December featuring a class she designed.  Stay tuned for more offerings in this vein in 2016!

If you are interested in upcoming CEU-adventures, stay tuned to the blog or ask to be on The Reflective Nurse mailing list by emailing me at: natalie@thereflectivenurse.com

My article, The Nursing Salon Experience: A Tale of Hosting Conversations, appears in Creative Nursing, Volume 21, Issue 4. 2015.
My article, The Nursing Salon Experience: A Tale of Hosting Conversations, appears in Creative Nursing, Volume 21, Issue 4. 2015.

Dabbling with my blog got me warmed up to live my dream of becoming published in 2015.  I was tickled to be invited to submit an article to my favorite professional journal, Creative Nursing.  This exercise provided me with a platform to reflect on what's inspired and sustained my professional pursuits and it got me in back in touch with a couple key mentors.  When I went to school for communication and writing, I remember thinking, "now I just need something meaningful to talk and write about."  Insert nursing career, here.

The Writing Habit was a class-offering by Rosanne Bane at The Loft Literary Center this past summer that reignited my love of reading and writing.  What I learned in class primed my pump for my 2016 One Little Word: WRITE.  Being a part of a writing community reminded me that reading and writing are two of my most cherished joys.  Upon asking another writer what she does to sharpen her writing skills, she answered, "I read" -- insert 'aha' moment, here!

Three nurse-blogs I follow include:

Nurse Eye Roll, Marie Manthey's Nursing Salon, and my new favorite, End of Earth Nurse.  I'm inspired by these ladies.  Reading what they have to say about our profession encourages me to ask more colleagues and partners in healing the key question we ask and answer at nursing salons I host and attend: "What's on your mind about nursing?"

The Reflective Nurse is now seeking guest bloggers to join and spark more conversation around the reflections and connections we make in our profession and practice.  I'd love to read your response to, "What's on your mind about nursing?"  Please email me at: natalie@thereflectivenurse.com to volunteer your voice!

A snapshot from The Reflective Nurse conversation salon in July 2015 -- we may not be able to carve a whole chicken together on the blog but we can still ask and answer the question, "What's on your mind about nursing?"
A snapshot from The Reflective Nurse conversation salon in July 2015 -- we may not be able to carve a whole chicken together on the blog but we can still ask and answer the question, "What's on your mind about nursing?"

In the meantime, look forward to guest posts from three dynamic and wandering nurses during the month of January...intrigued?  You should be!  I'm excited to feature posts from one nurse who is about to take the expansive, enriching, hiatus of her dreams, from another nurse who uses humor as an escape in her daily grind, and mission trips around the world in her vacation time, and finally, from a young nurse who has found a way to merge her dreams of practicing nursing AND yoga on new horizons beyond her wildest dreams.

Happy New Year!  I've effectively reflected and written my way into 2016...bliss.  Join me for more in the coming year.

Thank you to Penny Peterson, MSN, RN, for jotting and sharing these reflections on her journey home from her service adventure.

"As I make my journey to home I am reflecting on the plane about my time spent in Guatemala. I am wondering what change it may make in the trajectory of my life. It is only fitting that as I reflect, I am reading the Creative Nursing journal given to me by my dear friend Natalie Lu as I departed on my journey. The journal speaks about many things, but the focus of this publication is Social Justice and Nursing. It provided more food for thought as I began my journey home.
I went to Guatemala to do a site visit to Mayan Families in Panajachel. The hope is that this will become a place to bring students during a Global Health class. I could never have imagined the poverty and the need of the people of Guatemala before visiting the area of Panajachel. According to Watson (2008) 60% of the people of this world live on 6% of the income. This is ever so evident in the region of Panajachel. I could never have imagined people living in places with a dirt floor and a leaking tin roof. The water (if there is water in the home) is contaminated with parasites. Watson spoke about holding other's lives in our hands and caring for humans when their survival is threatened. This we must do while having respect for another human being.
So a question to me personally is how can I make a difference? I began by co-sponsoring a student with another faculty that joined me on this journey through Mayanfamilies.org. When we met him and his family we brought a food basket and a water filter so they have clean water to drink. While these were wonderful gestures, it is not enough to do these things and walk away. Mayan Families works to develop programs that can be sustained and empower people through education. My thoughts right now are trying to figure out how I can help them in that mission."
Reference
Watson, J. (2008). Social justice and human caring: A model of caring science as a hopeful paradigm for moral justice for humanity. Creative Nursing: A Journal of Values, Issues, Experience & Collaboration, 14(2), 54-61.

Travel bug, anyone?  The gateway to summer has opened.  Plans, maps, and visions for escape are unfolding in preparation for one of the hottest vacation periods of the year.

Penny's poolside postcard from Panajachel.
Penny's poolside postcard from Panajachel

An eyeful of images from a friend's trip to another spot on the globe is all it takes to spark an urge to fly, to inspire the pondering of our personal borders, and to double-check our passports to ensure they are ready when we are if the travel bug bites.

Antigua, Guatemala
Antigua, Guatemala

A new road has risen to meet the armchair traveler in light of social media, phone technology, and the internet.  My cherished scrapbooks are adorned with paper postcards from places that piqued my interest by way of others' travels.  This week, my friend and nurse-colleague Penny upped the postcard-ante by bringing her postcard moments to life from Panajachel, a town in the Southwestern Guatemalan Highlands near Antigua, and about 90 miles from Guatemala City.  On most days this week, Penny and I have poured over the details of her Guatemalan adventure via Facebook messenger.  The live chats over our morning coffee and evening tea have inspired my heart's desire to get going on a service trip again...best I check my passport, now.

Some 14 years ago, while serving as a volunteer coordinator for the pediatric hospital where I work today as a nurse, I started planning a volunteer trip of my own to Tutova, a small Romanian town that is home to Tutova Hospital.  By way of Global Volunteers, a local tour operator for volunteer vacations, I partnered with a GV volunteer coordinator to travel with a group of hospital volunteers, nurses, and support staff to embark upon a two-week Adventure in Service.  Following a brown-bag lunch hosted by the volunteer services department to promote this trip, the overwhelming interest from staff filled not one, but two trips during that calendar year.  Fast forward a couple years, and the organizational demand to offer more opportunities for this kind of affiliate volunteer travel paved Adventures in Service to Ecuador, and later to Brazil.

Taking flight for Romania in 2002 with a group from Children's Hospitals and Clinics of Minnesota
Taking flight for Romania in 2002 with a group from Children's Hospitals and Clinics of Minnesota

My postcard chats with Penny this week inspired me to dust off my photo albums from these volunteer trips, and from service trips I did with Habitat for Humanity back in my college days.  I even turned up this little You Tube gem, an interview I did with Alix Kendall on Fox 9 Morning News about the trips I helped coordinate and served on in Romania and Ecuador.

Nurses volunteering in Romania
Some traveling volunteers teased that there was plenty of room in their suitcase for our new Romanian friends

Looking back over these memories, I am hit with the same sense of wonder I experienced on flights (or bus trips!) back from faraway places.  I wondered, what do I do now that I know about the need that exists in...(insert any locale of any service trip host, here).  Today, I'm as eager to explore this wonder with those of you who have been bit by a similar travel bug...what do we do with the exposures we've had  in service travel?

Penny and her nurse colleagues Cindy and Mary meet with staff at Mayan Families to set the course for their week of volunteering and plans for future visits
Penny and her nurse colleagues Cindy and Mary meet with staff at Mayan Families to plan for their week of volunteering and for potential future visits

I asked my friend Penny to expand on the postcard thoughts we exchanged during her trip to Panajachel.  Volunteering her nursing skills in this faraway place has fueled some new aspirations.  Come back to the blog next month to hear how Penny plans to further propel her answer to the call she heard from this community in Guatemala.

You can learn more about the host organization for Penny's volunteer trip at: www.mayanfamilies.org

You can even volunteer resources to this Guatemalan community from your armchair.

A favorite memory from my 2002 trip to Tutova Hospital's failure to thrive clinic, rocking this sweet one to sleep each day for naptime
A favorite memory from my 2002 trip to Tutova Hospital's failure to thrive clinic, rocking this sweet one to sleep each day for nap time

If you have reflections on how travel has impacted your vision for your place in this world, I'd love to hear them here.  If you've always dreamed of going on a volunteer vacation, tell us where you would like to go with this vision.  This space is yours to reflect.

 

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Over half my middle-aged life ago, I was gifted a copy of a poem with the title, "Man in the Glass".  I was a freshman in college trying to sort out who I was becoming, what I wanted to major in, and what motivated my impressionable sense of self.  Homesick for the identity I felt graduating high school, I burned through calling cards (that was a thing when I was in college) with a cherished gal-pal from my hometown.  We were on campuses separated by hundreds of miles and a state line.  But we called 'home' the same place, and we held up the mirror for each other in those marathon phone dates to reflect on who we were becoming in our respective new contexts. ...continue reading Reflection in Practice