Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Parents on the Deck

Somehow this session, I got a lot of shifts as the "deck manager".  That simply means my job is two fold:
  1. Make sure all of the students are in the right swimming levels;
  2. Make sure all of the teachers are doing their jobs well and correctly.
And if all of that is going well, that means I have some time to talk with parents:
  1. I was able to give a potential name to a parent for piano lessons;
  2. I was able to (enviously!) talk to a dad from Kenya about running marathons;
  3. I was able to speak with a mom about ADHD meds;
  4. I was able to give information to a dad about a grant to help pay for lessons for his oldest daughter who said to me with big brown eyes, "Can't you put me in a class?  I want to learn how to swim better."

"I dressed myself!"

Somedays, I look at what Sam is wearing and think, "Oh, no . . . "  Other days, I boldly say, "You need to go change".  Today . . . 

 . . . Was "Wacky Wednesday" and I think he looks just fine, down to the two different shoes and the Christmas socks!

That is, by the way, a "Snoopy" neck tie - first time he's ever worn one in all of his years of teaching!  Might be the first time for a sport coat, too!  Hard to believe he hasn't worn that one more often, eh?

Minnesota Math!

Only in Minnesota can you practice your multiplication facts while walking the dog!

When I walked Annie at 6 a.m. this morning, it was 8º:  1 x 8 = 8.

When I walked Annie at noon today, it was 16º:  2 x 8 = 16.

When I walked Annie at 3 p.m. this afternoon, it was 24º:  3 x 8 = 24.

Pretty amazing, huh?

Thursday, January 10, 2019

The Cookies in the Back Room

 Nan, from the previous post, brought in all of the Christmas cookies she was tired of eating for the pool staff today.  My plan to resist, even though she had brought in some of my favorites, went down the tubes when I sat down to do my paperwork after class right beside the cookies.

First I tried a peppermint bark one; then a chocolate covered peanut butter cracker; followed by peppermint kiss on a pretzel; then it was the Rolo on a pretzel (Ana had one with me); I had to try the Chex mix bars - and will probably need that recipe for Matt; and lastly, it was a regular kiss on a pretzel.  I showed great restraint and didn't have a single sugar cookie because, after all, there is NO chocolate in a sugar cookie!
 
The lifeguards laughed when I told them I had lined the cookies up on the table according to MY favorites so it would make it easier for them to eat them this afternoon!  

Would it help if I told you that I was actually able to swim a mile today - first time since surgery! - and a bit hungry when I began to sample?

Thankful Thursday!

I knew it would be rough going back to the Y this week and that I would probably have to invest more time into people than I really wanted to.  Fortunately, I had given Sam a book for Christmas, "Forty-two Seconds" by Carl Medearis, that I had read before I wrapped, because, after all, I was home recuperating and reading is better than TV any day of the week! 

The premise of Carl's book is that forty-two seconds is the average length of Jesus' recorded conversations.  Jesus changed the world, person by person, forty-two seconds at a time.  And I could give forty-two seconds to each person I saw today . . . 

I am thankful for my forty-two seconds with Bill.  His immediate family and extended family had gone through some major health issues while I was gone.  He thanked me for letting him share.

I am thankful for my forty-two seconds with Nan.  Her daughter, Kelly, who I know is having a baby in April and they are all excited!

I am thankful for my forty-two seconds with Elin, who was so happy that I was still teaching at the Y because she so wanted her daughter to have me for a teacher.  I had had her twin sons two years ago.

I am thankful for my forty-two seconds with Sue and the fact that I was able to bring a smile to her face, along with encouragement.

I am thankful for my forty-two seconds with the two sweet ladies in the locker who I have been talking to for months, yet don't know their names.  They totally brought me up to date on total knee replacement, as well as various other scars, as we compared stories for a lot longer than forty-two seconds!

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Frank



This post regarding Frank is reblogged from "Ainsworths in Africa."  While it's sad to know that every surgery is not successful, it is good to know that every surgery is life-changing.  Enjoy!


“I cannot remember life before my blindness” 17 year old Frank confessed, as he tried to recall how the world around him used to look before his cataracts developed at the age of six.

Despite describing himself as a sad person, his family cherishes the memories of the bright and lively little boy he used to be, joking around and making people laugh. But even those precious moments were tarnished with the sadness of watching him reluctantly leave school, abandon his dreams and lose his sense of identity due to his deteriorating sight: “He was the brightest in his class, an outgoing and boisterous child” said his older brother, Roland.

After his mother left the family, Frank was raised in a house of hard working men who spent their days fetching wood on the river. But Frank did not join his brothers, nor did he dream about becoming a mechanic like he used to. In fact, Frank could not even cross the road opposite his house by himself and hadn’t tried since he left school 11 years ago: “When I was sent home from school, I felt so small. I could only go back when my sight had improved – but I couldn’t get surgery”.

Frank in his home before cataract surgery.

Frank’s cataracts had started when he was young, limiting his independence and shrinking his world. Left untreated, cataracts in children can affect the success of any future surgery. If formed during key stages of growth, the part of the brain that works in conjunction with sight does not develop. Remove the cataracts early enough and the brain has a chance to catch up. If not, there’s a possibility it may never develop at all.  

This highlights the importance of Mercy Ships reaching people like Frank as soon as possible – people who could not afford nor access the time sensitive surgery they needed as children: “The fact is that even though pediatric eye disease is less common than adult eye disease, it results in as many years of disability” said Ophthalmic surgeon Dr. Glenn Strauss. “In fact, blindness in children under 5 years old has a 50% mortality rate due to injury and neglect or abandonment”.

CMA171017_FRANK_PAT40077_EYE_ROOM_SL007_LO.jpg

Frank sat alone day-in-day-out, listening to the empty sounds of the television. But one day he heard something that caught his attention – an advertisement for Mercy Ships. Frank was immediately taken by his family to register as a patient and his hunger for independence was born: “Frank stood out to me at screening and stayed on my mind all day” said Eye Screening Nurse, Amber Schimd. “It made me think, what would it be like to be a teenager and blind? He doesn’t even know what he looks like! What about his future? His education? I cannot imagine what it must be like”.

With no medical history or notes, the eye team was unable to know the full extent of Frank’s story and was therefore unable to fully predict the outcome or success of his operation. Following surgery, the team quickly noticed that although there was an improvement in his sight, it was not as significant as hoped: “We realized it was most likely that his cataracts had been there longer than we thought, perhaps even from birth” said Dr. Glenn, “Frank was one survivor who could have had his vision fully restored if we had reached him even 5 years sooner”.

CMA171017_FRANK_PAT40077_STRAUSS_OR_SL023_LO.jpg


But Frank slowly began to recognize text on paper and faces in pictures that before were a blur of light – a minor improvement for some, but a major impact in Frank’s search for independence. Think about the effect of not feeling safe, to even walk across the street – but now you can. The sense of isolation that you felt, that you were bound to someone for help – but now you’re not. The stick that you needed to feel your way around – but now you don’t: “Thanks to Mercy Ships my sight is better than before and I thank them for that” said Frank. “Now I can cross the street alone, my dream is to go further – to places I have never been before”.

CMA171130_FRANK_PAT40077_HOME_VISIT_AFTER_ST011_LO.jpg

That same teenage boy is now able to start dreaming once again about a future beyond watching T.V in the darkness: “I think this is a great picture of the independence that this cataract surgery has brought for him.” said Dr. Glenn. “What a change in his life. I think if he has the determination and the courage to be a mechanic as he says, I bet he can do it.”

Frank, eye patient, looking through photos of his journey of receiving surgery.Frank, eye patient, in his home after surgery.

First Day Back!

Not only was yesterday my first day back at the Y in 2019, but it was my first day back (that wasn't an inservice!) since my knee surgery!  It had been fifty-three days and it almost felt like a disaster waiting to happen . . . 

I wanted to swim first but I knew people would want to talk with me, so I left home early, just not early enough!  I was stopped by complete strangers who were so glad I was back as well as friends who were equally happy to see me.  Everyone wanted to know how I was doing and to see the scar!  Unfortunately, I worked a split shift, so I was having "the knee" conversation both day and night!  Fortunately, I did get in twenty laps (where as fifty-three days ago I would swim seventy-some laps at a time!).  Sadness . . .Must get into shape!

As I looked over my first class of the day, I realized my certification instructor for my YSL (Y Swimming Leader) class back in November was in my parent/child class with her daughter.  Lovely!  Now I had to be spot on . . . And then I had her other daughter in my second class!  More lovely . . . NOT!   (Truly, both classes went fine.  Fortunately, Courtney is pretty easy going.)

Next up, Sterling Academy.  Unfortunately, I have the boys together (three are good and one is bad) and the girls together (one is good, two are bad, and one was sick).  If only I could group by ability to swim but they are not allowed to mix gender . . . Fortunately, we discovered that someone (not me!) had screwed up the schedule before they left the Y yesterday.  They were planning on lessons for four weeks on Tuesday and Wednesday.  I was planning on their lessons for four weeks on Tuesday and Thursday.  Now they're coming on Tuesday for seven weeks.  Oh, well . . .

Just enough time to run home for lunch and then return for the afternoon/evening session . . . 

It really would have been fine save for two things - 
  1. I forgot a mom.  I said I would talk to her after I called out the 5:55 p.m. group and I totally forgot her.  I mean, I FORGOT her.  She came back up to me at 6:35 p.m. and I felt like dirt!  TOTAL dirt!  Oh, well . . . apologies were accepted.
  2. We have four class periods.  For only one period did everyone scheduled show up.  For two periods, only half the students showed up.  That meant I was in the office calling parents for a good half an hour after I should have been done!
In between moving students to the class that was best for them and training in two new staff and greeting parents, I lost my voice!  So it's been a quiet Wednesday at our house . . .