Journal of Sacred Work

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 Miles and Grandpa
  My grandson, just turned five, asked his dad last week, "How did everyone get born…including the first person? How did that first person get born?"
   Miles, of course, doesn't know about either Darwinian theory or the various theologies that seek to answer such profound questions. What's important, in this story, is that Miles is lucky enough to have parents who will sincerely discuss such questions with him rather than to dismiss them with the kind of brush off so many children receive during their early, curious phases. One way my grandson, and all of the rest of us, know that we matter is by how people respond to the questions we pose. Do we really feel heard?
   When we brush off the sincere questions of others, we demean both them and ourselves. Caregivers are constantly in the position of being able to choose whether to truthfully and respectfully answer the questions of anxiously patients or to duck them.
   Recently, The New York Times presented a series of articles decrying the sad state of caregiving in America's hospitals. One anecdote described a daughter who asked a nurse how soon her mother, who had received a knee replacement, might be going home.
   "Knees take awhile," the nurse said.
   For the daughter her mother was not, of course, a "knee."
   Another daughter whose mother was diagnosed with cancer approached a nurse at a Nashville hospital. "This is probably a silly question," the daughter said, "but how difficult will chemotherapy be for my mom?"
   "You're right," the nurse said, as she turned and walked away "that is a silly question."
   Our questions, and how we respond to the questions of others, signal the level of our humanity at that moment. We are born wondering because life itself is a puzzle for any insightful person. How did the first person "get born?" Do we really know? The answer, it turns out, is not nearly so important as the way we honor the question.
   Do you feel heard in this world? How do you hear what is beneath the questions that rise before you each day from family, friends, patients, co-workers?

-Erie Chapman

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5 responses to “Day 55 – Why Questions Matter”

  1. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    I think that your children can do this because they’ve had wonderful parents for role models. As a lover of questions yourself; I imagine you might offer one or two for your grandchildren to ponder as well!
    It helps to remember that when a loved one is ill and hurting everything is magnified tenfold, every word and gesture can seem monumental. Families are grasping, they hold on to our every word, of all that is spoken and unspoken with questioning eyes and fear of what lies ahead. This is why we must pay attention in all our encounters with others and remember that all is sacred.
    It is hard to believe that the nurses you speak of were so callous, seeming so heartless, and yet if they could be, than so can I. Can I recall times, or was I not even aware enough to know the damage I caused? If my responses were incidental to me, would I even know how the other person experienced the encounter? I do know I drift away sometimes and can be only half-present. I know there are times at home when I tune others out. Your comment “Our questions, and how we respond to the questions of others, signal the level of our humanity at that moment,” strikes down to my core like lightening. This Journal calls us to awaken each day, and these readings inspire me to become a better person and to give my best each day, and for this I thank you!

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  2. Victoria Facey Avatar
    Victoria Facey

    Ironically, when I went to this website this morning to participate – I (like one of the characters) was also taken aback. I found the article really insightful, but wondered what could I offer for support and wisdom. Every once in a while someone will approach me with an inquiry that I have no clue about; but it really irks me to watch anyone walk away without support – or answers. So I try to find others who may know what to do.
    I reduced the Journal’s website to work on an important project, with the thought to return to it later. This afternoon, I dwelled on it again (and a valued co-worker heard me out) – I knew what is needed is something you often encourage us readers to do = listen with care and concern, and love. Sometimes we don’t have the answer, but our willingness to just be there and allow the person this time holds value.
    Time is a gift; a caring person is the added bonus. Erie, thank you for the article…

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  3. Diana Gallaher Avatar
    Diana Gallaher

    I like what Liz and Victoria say! And I REALLY like the photo of Miles and Erie!

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  4. Yvonne Ginez-Gonzales Avatar
    Yvonne Ginez-Gonzales

    Thank you Liz for always being so thoughtful and including me in your requests to visit the journal and post a comment. I know it has been a while since I last posted (as you are aware of some of the reasons). However, as I sit here and remember a conversation I shared with you some months ago about the journal at my bedside and had strayed from it because I got too busy with other things and often could not often think about what I would put in it. Well, I am happy to confirm that I have found my way back to my personal journal at the bedside. I firmly believe that as a witness to your (Liz) commitment to the life of this journal and your encouragement about making even the smallest contribution was so inspiring to me, that I finally found my way back to my own personal journaling. In saying that, I have continued to come to this site and read the beautiful stories shared by Erie and others but have not been posting any responses but always thinking about those you who I know personally and/or are familiar with because of your postings. I now find myself reflecting on the readings as the end of the day when I get home in my own journal. I hope it doesn’t sound selfish of me, that I am not sharing them, but I believe I have found my comfort zone.
    For tonight though, I want to reflect on one of the questions above. “Do I feel heard in this world?” Yes and No would be my answer. There are so many situations, cultures, and environments that play a part in everyday conversation that I believe a lot of being heard becomes the ownership of the person that is conveying the message most often. Not to say that there is ownership on the part of the listener too, but that is not something we can control. Therefore, I believe that if I can surround myself with thoughtful and sensitive people then the likelihood of being heard is increased and I am a happier person. How unfortunate that those nurses who responded the way they did had no sense of compassion, duty to service and/or pride and commitment to their nursing status. They will never hear their patients and their patient families. I am sad for them.

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  5. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    Dearest Yvonne,
    Thank you for returning to visit us here at the Journal. I am happy to know that you are reaping the blessings that you sow.
    Love,
    ~liz

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