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Dailies for 12.29.2006

Can’t We All Just Get Along?

Dana @ 9:21 AM | Filed under: General

I was looking for someone who could empathize but I came up short…

Yesterday, while riding the train home after a morning of running errands, I turned to Gussie to share. I had been in deep thought and I just felt like saying what was on my mind:

Me: This is going to sound stupid but –

I feel sorry for Nick Lachey. Jessica broke his heart. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for him; how hard it still is for him.

Gussie: You’re right. That does sound stupid.

Dailies for 12.19.2006

Thou Shalt Not Coveteth…

Dana @ 12:34 PM | Filed under: General

It’s a dream, really and I love it!

Recently I had dinner in my beautiful kitchen. As I sipped my wine, I marveled at the beautiful stainless steel appliances as I gazed out through the patio door that leads to the peaceful gardens below.

The best and most delicious thing about my kitchen is:

THE FIREPLACE (always ablaze)

The worst thing?

My beautiful kitchen is –

in my friend Merele’s house…

Dailies for 12.11.2006

The Measure of Success

Dana @ 2:59 AM | Filed under: Podcast

One inch. One little inch. What if it all came down to that?

Dailies for 12.07.2006

When Silence Is Not Golden

Dana @ 4:32 PM | Filed under: General

Recently, while enduring the normal symptoms of the common cold, my ears became clogged and my hearing was impaired as a result of severe head congestion. Fluid, trapped behind my ear drum was driving me insane! I couldn’t discern where sounds were coming from. I could not hear when something or someone was approaching. Normal everyday tasks were very stressful and taxing. Night time was particularly difficult because in the still of the night, the quiet was deafening and sounds that should have been loud and clear occured as if they were coming from far away in the distance. My sense of safety and well being were being threatened.

I am better I am happy to say. But, an unpleasant visit to a doctor, who I allowed to treat me for this condition, left me — inspired to write the letter below.

Sometimes you can’t just overlook. Sometimes you just have to speak. This for me was one of those times…

Dear {Doctor},

I am writing this letter to share with you that I left your office on Wednesday, December 6th feeling dismissed and self conscious about having sought your care.

I came to your office unable to hear, to discern or identify sound or where noises were coming from — a very vulnerable and humbling place to be in. Your curt and impatient tone was unexpected and frustrating to me, and your unwillingness to patiently and carefully inform, consult and advise me with compassion, caused confusion and added further burden.

I was sick.

I came to your office expecting to be interacted with as a person and not merely an item that needed to be checked off of a busy list. I experienced you as being frustrated at having to answer my “stupid” questions and as being irritated at my request to be talked through exactly what I could expect regarding what you had prescribed, and why. You interacted with me in a way that I would expect for doctors to be, quite frankly –better than. Doctors must be kind. They absolutely must. In calling out for the next patient in your waiting room before I was even out the door, you treated me as if I were an annoyance. In fact, I am a person, a wife, a mother.

May I point out something that you may have forgotten somewhere along the way:

People who find themselves in the unfortunate and often times alarming position of needing to seek a doctor’s care, demonstrate a level of sacred trust in doing so, that they hope will not be betrayed. I feel that I was betrayed. May I suggest that, in the future, rather then condescend, you might perhaps consider that what works for people is to be informed and advised with compassion.

I choose to believe that perhaps you have only become unaware of the impact that as a doctor, you have over your patient’s immediate sense of well being; of the power that you possess as a care-giver, to either put people at ease or to contribute to their distress and to their upset. Rather than that you simply don’t care.

I boldly presume to speak on behalf of all of the people who have come before me that chose not to speak up and for all of those people who will come after me, that they may not have to.

My hope is that:

Your future patients be appreciated as people with beating hearts that feel, with working minds that think and as living souls that notice and appreciate compassionate care. My hope is that they will somehow benefit from my communication.

Stop. Notice. Care.


Dana Roc

Dailies for 12.04.2006

You Light Up My Life

Dana @ 11:08 PM | Filed under: General

He is spending some alone time –

in the bathroom…

…for pulling down the drapes…

Life As We Knew It…

Dana @ 11:41 AM | Filed under: General

His name is:

Claudie Bird

He is instantly like-able.

He is smart and very particular about his personal hygene.

He has an adventurous spirit but he doesn’t like to go outside.

Claudie Bird.

He is our seven month old cat.

…never a boring moment with Mr. Bird… nope…never dull…

Dailies for 12.03.2006

Joie De Vie!

Dana @ 11:47 PM | Filed under: Podcast

Happy Holidays!

As this particular year of my life comes to an end, I am seizing the opportunity of the holiday season to reflect on it’s events and on it’s moments. I am giving myself permission to celebrate the year that is coming to an end; giving myself permission to celebrate living!

Once a year we give ourselves permission to do that, don’t we — permission to celebrate?

It seems that this is the time of year when we allow for fun and festivity; spending time and wishing well. We give ourselves permission to get together and to raise a glass with friends and family. The holiday season is when we let people know how much they mean to us and we wish them well as we begin another year. I know that I have been sending out my heartfelt well wishes to the people in my life, and I’ve gotten plenty well wishes in return.

This time of year I am always confronted by, and reminded of, the fact that…

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