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Choked up teaching class today
mujicaptsd
I had my first death and dying class with the nursing students I teach at the community college today. I'm going into my 4th year teaching the subject now, so I'm pretty comfortable with the topic and can usually deliver it with a smile and good cheer.
Today, though, when I got to the point at which I introduced the idea of balancing cure and care, not just curing patients in hospitals, but caring even when there is no cure, I got choked up. I had to stop and bite my lip to keep from having tears come.
I just feel so honored by the memory of patients who died letting me be by their side when I was a hospital chaplain, and so honored by their families.
I knew that, but my students who were looking at me in class today didn't know that. All they could see was this fat old fool in front of them fighting off tears for no good reason. I felt really stupid, and still feel really stupid now. The nursing faculty I work alongside are some pretty tough cookies, and so our nursing students take the tough approach, too. I've been through a lot of tough circumstances and can hang in there with the best of them. But then I go and choke up today and be a softie. Wow, way to set the tone, Muji.
I get pretty good teaching evaluations at the end of each semester, with approval ratings between 88% and 92%, for which I'm grateful. But the 8% to 12% negative ones are about things like that, "he takes it too personally," stuff that's probably true, I guess. Like today.
Feeling kind of foolish right now. Have to teach the class again tomorrow, too.
Today, though, when I got to the point at which I introduced the idea of balancing cure and care, not just curing patients in hospitals, but caring even when there is no cure, I got choked up. I had to stop and bite my lip to keep from having tears come.
I just feel so honored by the memory of patients who died letting me be by their side when I was a hospital chaplain, and so honored by their families.
I knew that, but my students who were looking at me in class today didn't know that. All they could see was this fat old fool in front of them fighting off tears for no good reason. I felt really stupid, and still feel really stupid now. The nursing faculty I work alongside are some pretty tough cookies, and so our nursing students take the tough approach, too. I've been through a lot of tough circumstances and can hang in there with the best of them. But then I go and choke up today and be a softie. Wow, way to set the tone, Muji.
I get pretty good teaching evaluations at the end of each semester, with approval ratings between 88% and 92%, for which I'm grateful. But the 8% to 12% negative ones are about things like that, "he takes it too personally," stuff that's probably true, I guess. Like today.
Feeling kind of foolish right now. Have to teach the class again tomorrow, too.
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Thanks for caring to support me in going back to class tomorrow. I really appreciate it.
tell them these two stories after you remark, yes, i choked up yesterday....
because i know of a nurse (one of my inlaws) who became so good at detaching her heart from her work that she did not believe a patient was in pain, and she told him to walk to Xray.... and it turned out he had a broken leg. not merely a fracture, but a break that needed surgery. and her detachment from compassion meant he walked on that leg...and makes fun of ignorance of medical terminology....
and i know another burse... my mom.... who would stay after her shift to sit with someone whose family had let them down, or to wait with someone in grief until friends or fam arrived.... all off the clock, as part of her calling to heal.
Ask them which nurse they want by their loved one. Which they will be. ANd if they are the first? They may want to opt out of active patient care, and go for admin or one of those assembly line walk-in places....
Just sayin....
because i know which nurse i want....
IMHO.... there is no such thing as too much compassion.
That your students could see that this is a sad subject I think is a good one...
Knowing that a professor with heart is involved in a nursing program is the greatest hope I have had for the medical industry in a long, long time.
Maybe you can use this for a launch platform for a lesson on coping with the pain of caring as opposed to simply growing callouses on your heart?
So, or no, I remain glad you have the courage to have a heart.
Give yourself a few minutes to explore the situation and feel what you must, then more forward. Everyone has a moment or 2 or 3 or..4 that they wish did not happen.
Breath and give yourself credit for holding it together, care about others and feel proud of yourself.
That being said, I'm sure YOU noticed it and thought about it a lot more than they did. I'd make it a teachable moment. Put it on THEM. Say that there will be times that personal issues will get in the way of the profession. Have THEM relate to a time when it was difficult to separate out that for them and have them discuss.
We are not robots and it's important to understand the like between being professional and being human. YOU got emotional, but still taught, right? Let them learn they can do the same as nurses.
Then after class a young student came up to me and told me her dad, who is my exact age (56) had just told her he'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Then she began to sob standing there facing me with her back to her classmates, tears streaming down her face.
I cleared the room and told the next class of students to wait in the hall and give us a minute. When she had shed her tears and composed herself, we made an appointment for her to come talk during my office hours.
So I guess you all were right. There was some purpose to my being vulnerable so someone else who needed a shoulder could lean on me. I hadn't even imagined that, and then it turned around and happened so quickly from one day to the next.
A while back somebody here posted that poem Desiderata. These 2 days of class reminded me of that part in the poem about how I don't know what God's big picture is. I feel really stupid and like a real old fool, and yet good happens anyway. "And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should."
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Desiderata?o=2801&qsrc=999&ad=doubleDown&an=apn&ap=ask.com
Guess so. Thank goodness.