Thursday, January 26, 2017

Music in the stress management process

https://www.verywell.com/music-for-relaxation-and-stress-relief-3144914

Dr. Pierre Milot, Ph.D., Ph.D. (tc)
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Monday, January 23, 2017

Rising From The Ashes of Loss, My Voyage Through Grief: excerpt # 20

First chemotherapy: part 2

... "Hi my name is Angie and I will be looking after you today,” we suddenly heard from an approaching nurse.  She was a friendly looking middle aged, full bodied grey haired woman that spoke with a soft and gentle voice.  According to her demeanour and assuredness, she looked like she’s been doing this job for a long time. Reassuring, I thought.  After briefing Louise on what’s to come, and request that she fills out a bunch of forms, Angie hooked Louise up to a monitor and proceeded with the customary pre-treatment tests: blood pressure, pulse, temperature, etc.  She also consulted Louise’s charts containing the previous day’s blood tests results to verify if she was up to take the treatment.  When Angie decided that everything was cool, she expertly and gently stuck a needle in Louise’s arm and connected it to a tube hooked up to a clear plastic bag hanging over Louise’s head from the bed pole.  The treatment was to last approximately five to six hours.  I sat comfortably in the lounge chair by the bed, picked up one of the many magazines lying around and prepared for the long day ahead.
Reading did not come easily though, and my worried mind was unsettled and wandered off continuously.  As I kept a monitoring eye on Louise, I gave in to my reveries and slowly allowed my mind to slip back in time, reminiscing on the past few horrendous months...
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Dr. Pierre Milot, Ph.D., Ph.D. (tc)
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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Monday, January 16, 2017

Friday, January 13, 2017

Rising From The Ashes of Loss, My Voyage Through Grief: excerpt # 19

Pre-Loss
April 1, 2008
A time of denial, confusion and disorganization.                                                                                           Shock, resentment, depression and acceptance.
First chemotherapy
The ride to Ottawa was nice and smooth and the weatherman’s predictions were correct, for once: sunny and no threat of snow that day.  "Great", I thought, "It’s looking good for the trip back home too''.  Even though the road is dry and safe, I felt shaky and wary.  Louise was silent and stared straight ahead with a look of concern that said it all.  
Numbed at the expectation of what’s to come, we barely talked for the hour it took us to arrive at the hospital.  Our destination, the eight floor of the Ottawa General Hospital is where the ovarian cancer treatment department was located, and we were not all that keen to get there.  We did arrive eventually though, and, after parking the car, we entered directly into the cancer centre and walked nervously on to the elevators.  

The elevator bell sounded its usual ding and the door opened up giving way to a series of long corridors filled with stretchers, linen carts, disembodied voices talking over intercoms and the usual hospital apparatuses.  Reluctantly walking out of the elevator, we headed off towards the nurse’s station neighbouring the dreaded room.  Ah!  That mysterious room, I remember it well now as I passed it so many times in my previous visits to the hospital during Louise’s stay after the surgery.  Every time I walked in front of it, I felt it projected a kind of mystifying aura that somehow made me weak in the knees.  It freaked me out, to be more precise, but at the same time, it also triggered an extreme sense of curiosity that I could not ignore.  What is going on in this last resort for the hopeful walking dead?  I asked myself every time I dared to give the room a furtive look?   I could only imagine the worst, and over and over again, the scary scene of people lying down on, beds helplessly wired up to convoluted plastic tubes, getting their veins pumped up full of burning chemicals came to mind.  How awful it must feel for them to patiently sit for hours in this torture room desperately hanging on to their last stretch of life hoping for a miracle?   The mere idea of the whole scenario was intolerable and with hurried steps, I would walk away from the place thinking, “Not for now,” an empty brush off if I ever made one, as I knew darn well that 'now' would come too soon...  
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Dr. Pierre Milot, Ph.D., Ph.D. (tc)
Therapeutic Counsellor - Author
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