Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Quite a Spectacular Day
Excellence in Patient Care
Monday, February 11, 2013
A Little History and Reflection
Today Was Spectacular
This morning we
spent 4 hours with the management team. All 6 of their leaders committed to
giving up half a day (on a Friday) to be with us. We started with an
activity led by Terri. We all completed an autobiographical poem about
ourselves and then shared them with each other. I then led a discussion about
leadership which culminated with each of the managers and CEO completed two
different leadership questionnaires. Given the amount of trust in the room, the
Hospice Wits staff began sharing some feelings regarding their own leadership
strengths and leadership behaviors they'd like their colleagues to help them
with. Terri then ended our time together by facilitating a very
heartwarming activity. She will blog about this herself so I won't say
more. Just one hint... It involves each manager being 'pinned' by us. The
pins are jigsaw puzzle pieces. We repeated this activity in the afternoon with
all the staff on the Jo-burg campus and we'll repeat this activity in Soweto.
By the time we leave every paid employee will have a pin. I'm sending a
few pictures for you to see.
After all the
staff left Susan, Terri, and I stayed in the room to process the day and the
week. We cried, laughed, and expressed gratitude to each other, our families,
and you. This trip would not be possible without everyone's support.
So my heart is
full. In fact it is brimming and overflowing with love right now. Tonight we're
having dinner with the management team to celebrate our first work week here
(please slow down time...). We understand we're being taken to an authentic
South African restaurant. I heard someone mention worms...Thursday, February 7, 2013
We made it to Johannesburg
| Sisters wearing Care4Soweto and Suncoast Hospice buttons |
| Jacqui Kaye and Stacy Orloff at Resale Shop |
Friday, February 1, 2013
Hospice Wits, Here We Come
| Left to Right: Terri Peterson, Stacy Orloff and Susan Bruno |
Monday, May 18, 2009
We are all created equal in the eyes of our higher power… but do we treat all equally?
Every day miracles happen in Johannesburg and Soweto. Some are small- others quite large. In 1994 South Africa celebrated the end of an awful era in its country’s history- the end of apartheid. Only 15 years old, there is much to celebrate already. When visiting patients in the Houghton area of Johannesburg I witnessed two such miracles. Roxie and I spent the day with Annette Bruns, a nursing sister from the Houghton office. Annette took us to visit Frieda, an elderly white woman and her husband Marco. Along with many other ailments, Frieda was losing her eyesight and required much assistance with her activities of daily living. Frieda and Marco had live in help, a young black African woman. Unable to have their own children, Frieda and Marco have been quite generous to their assistant. After their domestic had a child, Frieda and Marco welcomed this baby into their home. The child is even Frieda’s namesake, and carries the name, Frieda. I marveled watching Marco lovingly hold this black African baby, cooing to her, and acting in all ways as the baby’s grandfather. What a miracle to see this blending of a white and black family in a country that only 15 years ago imprisoned black Africans for something as small as not having a correct passbook to move from one township to another.
Tiny (the patient’s name- not the size of the miracle) is the second miracle Roxie and I witnessed. Tiny was the longtime domestic for a white family. She lived with the family for over 40 years, helping to raise the family’s children. Over the last few years, both of the elderly caretakers died. One of the caretaker’s adult daughters moved into the home and insisted that Tiny stay in the only home she’s known for over 40 of her 67 years of life. Tiny helps to keep the home clean as best she can, often doing things because she wants to- not because the family expects her to. As we visited with Tiny I couldn’t help but notice on the shelf behind the table we sat dozens of family pictures- all of them of white people. Equally comfortable in this setting was small but mighty Tiny- an equal family member for over 40 years, living the rest of her life in the only loving home she’s known since she was an adult.
I couldn’t help but thinking as I visited with these two families… how many of us in America have opened our homes and lives to someone who is different than us (in whatever way we see differences)? Are we able to see the humanness and sameness of each of all? And, would or could we have done this so soon after the birth of our own civil rights movement? Every day in South African people risked their lives to support the anti apartheid movement. Today miracles occur each and every day. May we learn to embrace these every day miracles and make them happen in our own community.
Stacy
Living in two worlds
I sit at my desk at home, writing this reflection. It has been just about 24 hours since we touched down in Tampa. It’s hard to believe that the two weeks with our sister hospice is over. My heart and mind are struggling to ‘right’ themselves. My heart is joyful to be back home with my family and is full of the love for my African brothers and sisters. My mind is adjusting to the reality of being home- going through mail, emails, paying bills, etc and I continue to think about my African colleagues- wondering what they’re doing now and how this or that patient is. The reality, though, is that this trip is not really over. It’s true that we’re no longer in South Africa, spending our days face to face with our African colleagues. What is equally true is that today is just another day in the continuing and ongoing relationship with our sister hospice. In 2000 our partnership began and today, May 18, 2009 is the beginning of the next phase of our relationship. Today, alone, I have received two new emails from African colleagues and I noticed that I had received several emails from other colleagues while in South Africa. I am so proud of the work that happens every day in Johannesburg and Soweto. Great things happen each and every day. We’ll be writing more about this great work during the coming weeks. There are many stories yet to tell. Please keep reading our blog. There will be new postings frequently. Our South African colleagues are also joining our blog and will be sharing their stories. And, as always, there is more work to do. Your continued financial support will assist our sister hospice in doing its daily work.
Keep in mind: Life in its passing is a sacred thing, never to be repeated. Let not a day pass in which we do not honor life's mystery or behold its wonder in our hearts.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Keep it small
written by Dr. Stacy Orloff
It’s easy to get overwhelmed… every where I look I see ‘big’. Overwhelming poverty; too full hospital beds (sometimes with two children in one bed); a one room shack with no electricity or running water; a granny caring for her four year old grandson; an AIDS pandemic that has created thousands of orphaned children.
Then, I see small. A pediatrician who knew there was a better way to care for children. She began as a medical student picketing in front of the hospital advocating for ARVs for children. She continued her advocacy and after much work now runs a very large and successful pediatric palliative care program. Her next step- moving to Cape Town to establish an academic pediatric palliative care program to teach pediatricians across South Africa. I also saw a nurse who felt called to do something different with her life and started caring for one person infected with HIV who now can proudly ‘show off’ the program she started; a hospice program for HIV positive children. This residential program cares for 240 orphaned HIV + children, allowing them to live there until adulthood. I also saw hospice nursing sisters and community care workers who, every day, visit their patients, giving them food, medicine, and love. Their visits do more than just provide food and medicine. I have personally seen hospice patients regain their sense of hope and feeling of worth because of the love given to them; equally I have seen the nursing sister and community care worker ‘filled up’ again because of the love given to them by their patient.
So, what have I learned? Not to focus on the big- I can’t make the whole problem go away. I can make a piece of it better. So, for my remaining days here I am committed to keeping it small. I can do that.
Stacy
