Saturday, June 3, 2017
It's a Wrap!
At the end of every school year, I always take a step back and reflect on what has been and what is to come. 2016-17 has been one of the most challenging years of my teaching career. Much of the difficulty stemmed from life experiences that had absolutely nothing to do with my teaching. I found it difficult to separate the two, although I tried diligently to do so. I need closure on this school year and I hope that writing about my experiences in this blog post will help me achieve this.
Two days before the school year began, my son shredded his ACL in a pick-up basketball game. Today is June 3rd and he has not yet been discharged from the orthopedic doctor that took care of him. This incident occurred on August 13th. His treatment plan required 6 weeks of pre-habilitation to strengthen his quads prior to surgery, a bone-to-bone graft to build a new ACL and months of physical therapy to regain the use of his leg. He sees the surgeon on June 7 and we are hopeful that he will be given a clean bill of health at that time.
One month into the school year, my mother was told that her cancer had returned and that she had approximately 12 months left on the planet. She opted to try alternative therapies this time. She had already tried chemo-therapy and it made her deathly ill. She is 82 years old. If she was going out, she wanted to live the last few months of her life feeling healthy even if she wasn't. We took her to a master herbalist who overhauled her diet and gave her a very strict food protocol. We were told that cancer is a symptom of an unhealthy immune system and we were going to use food the way God intended - to nourish, strengthen and heal. I am happy to report that she has confounded her oncologist and has astounded the rest of us over the past nine months. Looking at my mother, you would never know she was ill. She is looking forward to our annual family reunion in July. We are grateful.
In January, my mother's baby sister passed away. She had Alzheimer's disease. Her passing was 10 years in the making. In my opinion, this disease is far worse than cancer. The patient slowly loses their mind and as the years pass, their decline affects them and everyone around them. Our family is large and we are very close. We will never be the same again.
From January through April, 2017, I suffered terribly from a bacterial infection. This infection made me feel horrible. I drug myself into work and did the best I could under the circumstances. I was sent from doctor to doctor for treatment. By the time I landed in the infectious disease doctor's office, I had been on multiple rounds of antibiotics, none of which were working to kill this thing. Four weeks into my treatment plan, I took matters into my own hands and began to drink apple-cider vinegar daily to change the pH of my body so that this creature would die off. I am a firm believer in alternative therapies when the practice of Western medicine doesn't provide the outcome we are seeking. I am happy to report that I am fully recovered and was able to finish the school year without issue. My students never knew.
Graduation Day was yesterday. It has never been on the last day of class. This created one of the most interesting dynamics I have ever experienced with logistics. Schools dismiss early on the last day of class. Buses are needed to deliver bands and choirs to graduation. 24 hours prior, I was trying to resolve our bus crisis with the carrier. We had reserved buses weeks in advance. 39 drivers were out yesterday. They did not have enough drivers to handle the regular routes and cover additional routes at the same time. We consolidated our students from 3 buses to 2 which enabled the bus company to provide drivers and buses where needed. Prior to the ceremony, I had to track down a backpack that was left on the bus that was needed for the ceremony, care for a singer that fainted on the risers just before we were to sing our senior song, and console my accompanist whose music blew off the piano when the air conditioner turned on during our performance. She played the beginning of our piece and the end of our piece, but the middle was sung a cappella until she could re-group and finish with us. My singers have been trained to keep singing no matter what. They did. I could not have been more proud of them.
On a positive note, my family celebrated three graduations in the past three weeks. They were milestones on many fronts. My eldest graduated from college, my youngest graduated from high school and my nephew graduated from high school yesterday while I was in "crisis management" mode at his ceremony. I am hoping that his experience was very different from mine. I am thankful my mom could be there to see her grandchildren reach these milestones. And I am thankful God has blessed me with the ability to handle crisis with grace.
Next week brings two days of post-planning and the end of another school year. It was a tough one, but I am a better person because of it. I have been through the "Refiner's fire" and have come out unscathed. I have no idea what tomorrow brings, but I am thankful for today. It is now time to turn my attention to 2017-18. A teacher's job is never done, just like a mother's. I am both.
Until next time...