<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:21:24.576-07:00</updated><category term='International Family Medicine Elective- 6/24/09'/><title type='text'>A day in the life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-191921722507675047</id><published>2011-07-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:22:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.2049115712777918"&gt;Here  we are in July and I am able to look back at a full month of being  doctor mom.  I am exhausted, but so grateful.  No my house isn’t clean.   My bills are a bit behind.  Different projects lay untouched around the  house.  My to do list has dust gathering on it.  But...the past month  has been full of intense memorable moments.  I am convinced that nothing  is more special in all of the medical profession than being present at  birth and at death.  This month I was able to be present for many  births.  That special warm moment when the mom cuddles with her baby for  the first time is such a sweet time and I felt so honored to get to be  present for that.  Of course, usually I am standing between the woman’s  legs delivering the placenta at that point, but nonetheless, it is a  special time. Of course, I have seen some drama.  Security had to come  to 2 different deliveries and remove family members that were out of  control.  I nearly teared up as I delivered a baby of a mother who had  alienated everyone in her life and here she was completely alone.  She  had to ask a staff member to take a picture of her and her baby.  Each  day, when the end of the shift would arrive I would drive towards my  little oasis in Archdale, the OB drama fading behind me.  It seems at  that point in the day, time would begin to move at break neck speed.    Nearly dark I would get home and find Michael and Cole swing on the  front porch.  I would nurse Cole, cuddle with him, at supper I would  listen to Cole banter on about the day while Michael and I would attempt  to get a word in edge-wise.  During this time of the day I would  attempt  to memorize what the 3 month old version of Cole looks like so I  will never forget.  Then I would sit close to Michael and feed Cole for  the last time for the night as he would slip into slumberland.  When he  is in my arms, so still and peaceful, I am sometimes moved to tears at  how wonderful it is to be a mom.  I still can’t believe that he is ours  and that we get to keep him.  Still 3 months later reality still hasn’t  set in.  This upcoming month is a different rotation and a different  routine.  But I will never forget my first month as a working mom.   Intense, overwhelming, fulfilling, --and we all survived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-191921722507675047?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/191921722507675047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/191921722507675047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/191921722507675047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-1886275101037638950</id><published>2011-05-24T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:35:15.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Soul</title><content type='html'>I was spending time with God this morning and “Be still my soul” came on pandora.  I pulled up the lyrics quickly and sang along. This song brings me such comfort.  The interesting thing is that I had never really heard the song until I was at an international church in Honduras in 2002.  I was homesick, newly engaged, missing Michael, and overwhelmed by the poverty that I was seeing around me.  I was so overtaken and blessed by this song that Sunday in Honduras that I sat down after singing the congregational hymns and wrote the lyrics in the back of my bible.    Through my time in Honduras I had those words to bring me comfort, and since that time at each hardship or crossroads in life somehow this song seems to find it’s way to me.  Today I am trying to prepare myself for going back to work next week.  The pain and grief of being separated from Cole is a new change and the song speaks directly to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;&lt;br /&gt;Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;&lt;br /&gt;Leave to thy God to order and provide;&lt;br /&gt;In every change He faithful will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how God provides what I need, in the time that I need it.  I love the closeness of His presence.  Thank you God for caring about me and my family.  There are so many bigger issues in the world but you still find a way to comfort my heart and be near me as I go through change. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-1886275101037638950?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/1886275101037638950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-still-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/1886275101037638950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/1886275101037638950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-still-my-soul.html' title='Be Still My Soul'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-6182087561677355218</id><published>2011-05-04T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:14:55.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of day will it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7247775945769585"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I am convinced that there are 2 types of days that I can have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1) Focused and checking off that to do list, don’t-get-in-my-way-day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All  too often I have those days where I go at break neck speed trying to be  the best- wife, doctor, friend, etc.  At the end of the day I just end  up frustrated and feeling inadequate and unfulfilled.  I go to sleep  thinking...what could I have done better, how could I have been more  efficient.  The sad thing is that on those days I rushed through  conversations with friends and interactions with patients half-heartedly  since my mind is really on the next thing on my to do list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2) The focused on God and ready for anything-that-comes-my-way day-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then  occasionally I will have periods in my life where I wake up in the  zone, just completely focused on God and curious where he will led me  that day.  It is strange how these times in my life correlate very  closely with the times that I am most faithful to meet with God in the  morning and spend time in prayer (please note the sarcasm here!).  It is  also interesting that during those periods I am more intent on  listening to Michael and more faithful to pray for him.  During those  periods I also tend to pray for people as I meet them and see their need  during the day.  And I am more in tune to jump in and help meet a need  that I am equipped to meet, even if it isn’t on my official to do list.   I end the day completely fulfilled with my “cup running  over”--completely blessed by those around me, truly content and at  peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As  evidenced by the past 7 weeks of maternity leave--life goes so fast.   Each day is truly so precious.  Why do I settle so many days for option  #1??   Yesterday evening I rocked Cole to sleep at sundown on the front  porch.  The wind was blowing and the air was the perfect temperature.   And of course Cole looked angelic there in the afternoon light.  I  posted on my facebook status---”Sitting on the front porch with Cole.  How come I let myself get distracted and forget that this is what it is  all about?”   My friend Denise agreed that “Life is demanding like  that...we all forget!”  My high school friend Jamie mother of 2 said,  “I’m just starting to learn that.  Everything else will definitely wait,  but the kids grow up whether we take time to notice or not.”  And then a  dear friend of Michael and I--Elizabeth wrote, “ You have no idea how  quickly it goes by until it’s too late!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dear  God, please help me heed the warnings of my dear friends.  Please help  me to stay focused on you, even when I go back to work, so that I can be  the wife, mother, and doctor that you have called me to be.  Otherwise,  in a few years I will wake up with a marriage untended to, a job done  half-hearted, and child that is grown up and a to do list that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; not completely checked off.  I am asking for your help to learn this now and take it to heart before I get one day older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-6182087561677355218?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/6182087561677355218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-kind-of-day-will-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6182087561677355218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6182087561677355218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-kind-of-day-will-it-be.html' title='What kind of day will it be?'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-5286781055340310297</id><published>2011-04-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:07:51.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHK6KYtE2f0/TbmYsJO2XHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7XLBuhcBAw0/s1600/cole%2B7%2Bwk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHK6KYtE2f0/TbmYsJO2XHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7XLBuhcBAw0/s320/cole%2B7%2Bwk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600675495771790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole watching me eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7412461840041062"&gt;I  love to watch Cole as he acquires new skills.  Michael and I were just  thrilled a few weeks ago when he really started to look at us in our  eyes like he knew who we were.  Then he started to follow me with his  eyes as I would walk across the room.  This week he has started to watch  things I do, no longer for just fleeting seconds, but it seems he is  now studying my everyday activities. When he is not in my arms, he  observes life from his activity mat, his bouncer and stroller.  From  time to time I will look over and see him studying my every move while I  go about my daily routine.   This of course thrills my heart when I  catch him doing this.  But it also reminds me of the great  responsibility I have for the rest of my life.  Those 2 little eyes are  going to be watching me from now, at age 12, as an adult, and really  until I leave this earth.  The things I say to others’ the things I say  at the supper table,  how I serve my neighbor, and what I serve at   dinner--He will see all of it--God help me to be the example his little  eyes need to see in order to learn about you and become the man that  you would have him to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;become the man that you would have him  to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-5286781055340310297?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/5286781055340310297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5286781055340310297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5286781055340310297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-eyes.html' title='Little Eyes'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHK6KYtE2f0/TbmYsJO2XHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7XLBuhcBAw0/s72-c/cole%2B7%2Bwk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-4118760272788679909</id><published>2011-04-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:11:04.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wIjJ3YJvLE/TbWpMNxAc4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OA3rWupHOdQ/s1600/CIMG0057%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wIjJ3YJvLE/TbWpMNxAc4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OA3rWupHOdQ/s320/CIMG0057%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599567739023815554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of Cole's first passover.  He he not adorable wearing the yarmulke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.8554601376376929"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We  celebrated Easter yesterday.  I think this year was particularly  special for me.  We celebrated the passover with my Aunt and Uncle who  practice Judaism.  I was excited to attend passover with Uncle Joe  leading the Seder and be able to eat all of the traditional foods that  my Aunt Mary Lynn had prepared for us.  Little did I know how beautiful  the symbolism would be.  The entire service focused on freedom and  redemption of the Jewish people.  It recounted the story of the exodus  from Egypt as well as focused prayers on the physical freedom of all  Jews everywhere.  The readings were amazing.  Even though I breastfeed  and wrestled my 5 week old infant during most of the Seder, I still was  taken and deeply moved by the readings and symbolism of the ceremony.   The fact that Jesus celebrated in similar fashion before he became the  final sacrifice for the entire world.  Each time that freedom for all  was mentioned during the Seder, my heart was so thankful that spiritual  freedom is possible for all.  At this point in the world physical  freedom is not always allowed.  Like Paul and Silas in jail praising the  Lord and being spiritually free, all people regardless of physical  freedom can be spiritually free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;One  traditional Hebrew song is called “Dayenu.”  In is sung during the  passover celebration.  The word “Danyeu” itself means “it would have  been enough for us.”  The song goes through a series of stanzas  proclaiming that any of them alone would have been sufficient.  It has  15 verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Five Stanzas of Leaving Slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1) If He had brought us out of Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2) If He had executed justice upon the Egyptians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;3) If He had executed justice upon their gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;4) If He had slain their first born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;5) If He had given to us their health and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Five Stanzas of Miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;6) If He had split the sea for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;7) If He had led us through on dry land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;8) If He had drowned our oppressors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;9) If He had provided for our needs in the wilderness for 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;10) If He had fed us manna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Five Stanzas of Being With God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;11) If He had given us Shabbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;12) If He had led us to Mount Sinai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;13) If He had given us the Torah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;14) If He had brought us into the Land of Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;15) If He built the Temple for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;After each stanza everyone sings “Dayenu” meaning if God had done just this it would have been enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This  theme has remained in my heart since passover on Monday night.  On  Easter morning I was getting ready for church.  I realized as Michael  was getting Cole ready for church that he had tears in his eyes.  I was a  bit surprised and I asked him what was on his mind.  He said, “If God  had died on the cross for us it would have been enough.  But he goes  beyond that and blesses us in so many ways.  One of those blessing being  our little boy.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dayenu!!!   But he does more than we ask, gives us with overwhelming gifts, and  dreams bigger dreams for us than  we can even dream for ourselves. God  is so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;think this year was particularly  special for me.  We celebrated the passover with my Aunt and Uncle who  practice Judaism.  I was excited to attend passover with Uncle Joe  leading the Seder and be able to eat all of the traditional foods that  my Aunt Mary Lynn had prepared for us.  Little did I know how beautiful  the symbolism would be.  The entire service focused on freedom and  redemption of the Jewish people.  It recounted the story of the exodus  from Egypt as well as focused prayers on the physical freedom of all  Jews everywhere.  The readings were amazing.  Even though I breastfeed  and wrestled my 5 week old infant during most of the Seder, I still was  taken and deeply moved by the readings and symbolism of the ceremony.   The fact that Jesus celebrated in similar fashion before he became the  final sacrifice for the entire world.  Each time that freedom for all  was mentioned during the Seder, my heart was so thankful that spiritual  freedom is possible for all.  At this point in the world physical  freedom is not always allowed.  Like Paul and Silas in jail praising the  Lord and being spiritually free, all people regardless of physical  freedom can be spiritually free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;One  traditional Hebrew song is called “Dayenu.”  In is sung during the  passover celebration.  The word “Danyeu” itself means “it would have  been enough for us.”  The song goes through a series of stanzas  proclaiming that any of them alone would have been sufficient.  It has  15 verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Leaving Slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;1) If He had brought us out of Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;2) If He had executed justice upon the Egyptians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;3) If He had executed justice upon their gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;4) If He had slain their first born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;5) If He had given to us their health and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;6) If He had split the sea for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;7) If He had led us through on dry land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;8) If He had drowned our oppressors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;9) If He had provided for our needs in the wilderness for 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;10) If He had fed us manna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Being With God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;11) If He had given us Shabbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;12) If He had led us to Mount Sinai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;13) If He had given us the Torah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;14) If He had brought us into the Land of Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;15) If He built the Temple for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;After each stanza everyone sings “Dayenu” meaning if God had done just this it would have been enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;This  theme has remained in my heart since passover on Monday night.  On  Easter morning I was getting ready for church.  I realized as Michael  was getting Cole ready for church that he had tears in his eyes.  I was a  bit surprised and I asked him what was on his mind.  He said, “If God  had died on the cross for us it would have been enough.  But he goes  beyond that and blesses us in so many ways.  One of those blessing being  our little boy.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"   &gt;Dayenu!!!   But he does more than we ask, gives us with overwhelming gifts, and  dreams bigger dreams for us than  we can even dream for ourselves. God  is so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;We  celebrated Easter yesterday.  I think this year was particularly  special for me.  We celebrated the passover with my Aunt and Uncle who  practice Judaism.  I was excited to attend passover with Uncle Joe  leading the Seder and be able to eat all of the traditional foods that  my Aunt Mary Lynn had prepared for us.  Little did I know how beautiful  the symbolism would be.  The entire service focused on freedom and  redemption of the Jewish people.  It recounted the story of the exodus  from Egypt as well as focused prayers on the physical freedom of all  Jews everywhere.  The readings were amazing.  Even though I breastfeed  and wrestled my 5 week old infant during most of the Seder, I still was  taken and deeply moved by the readings and symbolism of the ceremony.   The fact that Jesus celebrated in similar fashion before he became the  final sacrifice for the entire world.  Each time that freedom for all  was mentioned during the Seder, my heart was so thankful that spiritual  freedom is possible for all.  At this point in the world physical  freedom is not always allowed.  Like Paul and Silas in jail praising the  Lord and being spiritually free, all people regardless of physical  freedom can be spiritually free.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;One  traditional Hebrew song is called “Dayenu.”  In is sung during the  passover celebration.  The word “Danyeu” itself means “it would have  been enough for us.”  The song goes through a series of stanzas  proclaiming that any of them alone would have been sufficient.  It has  15 verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Leaving Slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;1) If He had brought us out of Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;2) If He had executed justice upon the Egyptians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;3) If He had executed justice upon their gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;4) If He had slain their first born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;5) If He had given to us their health and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;6) If He had split the sea for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;7) If He had led us through on dry land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;8) If He had drowned our oppressors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;9) If He had provided for our needs in the wilderness for 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;10) If He had fed us manna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;Five Stanzas of Being With God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;11) If He had given us Shabbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;12) If He had led us to Mount Sinai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;13) If He had given us the Torah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;14) If He had brought us into the Land of Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;15) If He built the Temple for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;After each stanza everyone sings “Dayenu” meaning if God had done just this it would have been enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;This  theme has remained in my heart since passover on Monday night.  On  Easter morning I was getting ready for church.  I realized as Michael  was getting Cole ready for church that he had tears in his eyes.  I was a  bit surprised and I asked him what was on his mind.  He said, “If God  had died on the cross for us it would have been enough.  But he goes  beyond that and blesses us in so many ways.  One of those blessing being  our little boy.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:transparent;"   &gt;Dayenu!!!   But he does more than we ask, gives us with overwhelming gifts, and  dreams bigger dreams for us than  we can even dream for ourselves. God  is so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-4118760272788679909?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/4118760272788679909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/dayenu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4118760272788679909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4118760272788679909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/dayenu.html' title='Dayenu'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wIjJ3YJvLE/TbWpMNxAc4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OA3rWupHOdQ/s72-c/CIMG0057%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-4459890852629316891</id><published>2011-04-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:00:05.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Moment</title><content type='html'>This week it happened. My newborn son, Cole is 5 weeks old. I always day dreamed of being the mom who makes time to play with her child and who doesn’t allow the routine of the day to steal away those precious moments. Well, here we are 5 weeks out from his birth and it happened. I had my long to do list waiting for me when the alarm clock went off and I hopped up and went to it. At the end of the day I realized that I had not tried to make Cole smile all day. (which is something he had just learned to do a few days earlier). My goal had been not to enjoy him but to simply pacify him as quickly as possible throughout the day so I could check the next thing off my to do list. I was so upset with myself! I had allowed my type A personality to highjack the day and it cost me dearly, a day full of sweet moments that I missed because I wasn’t looking...I wasn’t present. Evidence that an “absent mother” can be fully physically present but emotionally absent. Life doesn’t stop. I must check off some items off of my to do list for us to function as a family and be feed. But. if I put “play with my baby” and “stare at him as he sleeps” too far down on my priority list these magical moments will be gone forever and I will never have the chance to get them back. I foresee that I will have to constantly battle my natural productivity, efficiency driven tendencies. Yet, I refuse to allow my future focused mentality to steal the joy of the present moment from me. Today I woke up, with Cole still sleeping, I quietly tiptoed to the back porch to drink coffee and spend time with God. I am not sure how to not become “that women” but I have a feeling it starts right here. Right here in this shared focused moment with the only One that can help me escape myself and change me from the inside out. God, Thank you for my little boy. He has already in the past 5 weeks brought us so much joy. Please help me to be the mother that he deserves and the mother that you have called me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Moqp9Uzy9Q4/TbBQ5MZD3sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PKZTNRT9Ovw/s1600/CIMG0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598063280330628802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Moqp9Uzy9Q4/TbBQ5MZD3sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PKZTNRT9Ovw/s320/CIMG0061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of one of my favorite things...Cole's sweet little head nestled up against my neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-4459890852629316891?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/4459890852629316891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4459890852629316891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4459890852629316891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-moment.html' title='In the Moment'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Moqp9Uzy9Q4/TbBQ5MZD3sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PKZTNRT9Ovw/s72-c/CIMG0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-7646086410644872234</id><published>2009-08-06T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:02:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end or the beginning...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt7heHGqpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gen8iqoYZLM/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019195890838162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt7heHGqpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gen8iqoYZLM/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this elective draws to an end, I have to admit that it is bittersweet. As much as I love to cross off another class that is between me and graduation; I do hate to see this elective come to an end. The List of things that caused this month to be a wonderful experience is a long one: The Dominican Republic Trip, The children there in the DR, Being out in the community, Speaking Spanish, Meeting with a Spanish Tutor, Learning about everyday farm life, the laughter, the smell of tobacco and dairy farms, and on and on. Yet the thing that stands out the most for me, about this month, is the way I felt as I left the Dominican Republic and drove away from each farm.... I truly felt appreciated. I think this emotion is what has driven me to this point in my life. It was the appreciation I felt from my patients that propelled me to leave nursing and come to medical school. And it is that same, maybe even more intense, appreciation that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; from the Dominicans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;farmowners&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; that draws me to settle here in rural NC or in rural Latin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; and serve the people that will appreciate me most. So that being said..maybe this is not the end but rather the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total number served in Randolph County:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Farmworkers&lt;/span&gt;: 92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Farmowners&lt;/span&gt;/family: 20&lt;br /&gt;# of farms visited: 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total follow up farm visits: 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-7646086410644872234?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/7646086410644872234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-or-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/7646086410644872234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/7646086410644872234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-or-beginning.html' title='The end or the beginning...?'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt7heHGqpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gen8iqoYZLM/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-4741683610617283638</id><published>2009-08-06T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:01:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day on the farms..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt8mVey6uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMesKly5dTk/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367020378985261794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt8mVey6uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMesKly5dTk/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt8mLECB2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HBlIzQWa_78/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367020376188651362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt8mLECB2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HBlIzQWa_78/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my last day on the farms. Today I went to the biggest farm in Randolph County. The have 30 workers so I had to recruit some help in order to see them in a timely fashion. Joyce from the Lation Coalition came out to hand out information on community resources, first aid kits, hygiene kits, english language books, and clinic information. She gave all of this to each worker after they were screened. Dr. Devries from Siler City Community Health Center volunteered to help me with the screenings. She and I worked together to screen the Blood pressure and Blood sugar of all of the workers. We found one uncontrolled diabetic during the screening. I gave him a monitor and showed him how to test with it at home. Dr. Devries called and helped him make a doctor's appointment at the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out at the end of the day that this farm owner actually kept each of the workers on the clock and paid them for the time they spent listening to my talk about heat stroke prevention and while they recieved the screening! I was totally impressed by this! It seems like many of the farm owners consider their workers their extended family. This farm was no exception!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total number served today:&lt;br /&gt;Farmworkers:30&lt;br /&gt;Farmowners/family: 1&lt;br /&gt;# of farms visited: 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-4741683610617283638?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/4741683610617283638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-on-farms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4741683610617283638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4741683610617283638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-on-farms.html' title='Last day on the farms..'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt8mVey6uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gMesKly5dTk/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-6388366379294740724</id><published>2009-08-05T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:03:32.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 5th- Dairy and Tobacco farm visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt9Tc6-2jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tY_V9pnPGWw/s1600-h/IMG_0118_(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367021154076645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt9Tc6-2jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tY_V9pnPGWw/s320/IMG_0118_(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno36dc7fbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0iSb7HbVVmk/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366663383443275186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno36dc7fbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0iSb7HbVVmk/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno36Ahr_NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1O9fSpQpXFU/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366663375678602450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno36Ahr_NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1O9fSpQpXFU/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very full day. I visited 2 dairy farms , 1 large tobacco farm, and then another small farm in the Randleman area. This was my first time during this elective on a dairy farm. I was able to plan my visits in between milkings, so it worked out well with their work schedule. At one dairy, a worker had to leave my talk to go help deliver a dairy calf. When he returned he told me about the delivery while I checked his blood pressure and blood sugar. It was so neat to listen to him talk, you could tell he loved the work that he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that amazes me most on these farms is the laughter. The farm owners pick at the workers and the workers pick right back. Everyone seems to have a good time even though the work is hard and the heat intense. There were times today that I thought that I may seriously melt. It is just that hot. But how can I complain after one hour of being outside (usually in the shade)? These guys work in this everyday sunup to sundown! So I just keep working, silently sweat, and laugh along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total number served today:&lt;br /&gt;Farmworkers:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farmowners/family: 6&lt;br /&gt;# of farms visited: 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-6388366379294740724?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/6388366379294740724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-5th-dairy-and-tobacco-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6388366379294740724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6388366379294740724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-5th-dairy-and-tobacco-farm.html' title='August 5th- Dairy and Tobacco farm visits'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Snt9Tc6-2jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tY_V9pnPGWw/s72-c/IMG_0118_(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-1465024797201512947</id><published>2009-08-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:24:51.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hickory Hill Nursery- August 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno18mTuNtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x94NBY16T6I/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366661221157058258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno18mTuNtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x94NBY16T6I/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno09cF3RaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/StX0KNK3xG4/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366660136082818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno09cF3RaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/StX0KNK3xG4/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno086r44tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yoaDFRHzQkY/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366660127115502290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno086r44tI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yoaDFRHzQkY/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Hickory Hill Nursery today. This beautiful farm is located just outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asheboro&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting enough, many of the plants that are found on the campus of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt; are bought from Hickory Hill Nursery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found an interesting gentleman working there on their farm. He has worked for the nursery for many years. He is unable to speak and can only hear very loud noises. He can read your lips if you use simple clear words. He can read in Spanish and some basic English. He communicates with homemade sign language. He is a plumber and a certified electrician in Mexico. I spent quite a bit of time talking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;farmowners&lt;/span&gt; and with him via written notes. The farm owners asked me a great question. They asked me if there are any resources in our community that could help him be able to speak and communicate better. When he first came to the farm he could barely make a sound...now he has learned to say a few simple words. I wonder what this man could learn if he had speech therapy or a hearing aid.  I promised the worker and the farm owners that I would do my best to research the resources that we have here in our area for the hearing and speech impaired.  I have placed a phone call to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UNCG&lt;/span&gt; center for speech and hearing to see what they think about this case.  I am curious to hear their thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the top picture....my first payment for being a doctor!  ha ha  The farm owner insisted that I take a plant home with me, a lovely april tryst camellia. They said that is how they pay all of their doctors.  As you can see, the farm was absolutely beautiful and the workers and owners were very kind, welcoming, and appreciative.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total number served today:&lt;br /&gt;Farmworkers:3&lt;br /&gt;Farmowners/family: 2&lt;br /&gt;# of farms visited: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-1465024797201512947?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/1465024797201512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/hickory-hill-nursery-august-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/1465024797201512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/1465024797201512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/hickory-hill-nursery-august-4th.html' title='Hickory Hill Nursery- August 4th'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sno18mTuNtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x94NBY16T6I/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-5661259264463107601</id><published>2009-08-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:30:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randleman Area- 7/29/09 entry</title><content type='html'>This morning at 6:30 I went back to one of the farms from sunday to recheck the worker who had a Blood glucose (BG) of 300.  His fasting BG was 218.  I had to tell him that these numbers indicated he is a diabetic.  He was devasted, as most of us are when we are told bad news like this.  It always breaks my heart to give bad news.  I tried my best to answer all of his questions.  I taught him how to use a blood glucose machine to check his BG levels at home.  We also talked about the "diabetic diet" and how to carb count.  He was an incredibly quick learner so this was actually very easy!  I went to the local diabetes education program later that day in order to get more information and handouts on diabetes management for him.  He went to see a doctor at Siler City Community Health Center the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went by to see the other 2 diabetic patients on their lunch break to give them a blood glucose machine and show them how to use it.  True Track donated some monitors for these patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 3 different farms in the Randleman/Archdale area today.  Leighanna, from Merce Clinic in Asheboro, came with me to help me out.  She shared with the workers a little bit about Merce Clinic and what they have to offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back home as images of the farms and the farmworkers flashed in my mind, I realized that I truly enjoyed those hot hours out there on the farm.  The workers and farmowners were so grateful for the time I spent with them.  They were so thankful for the information, the firstaid kits, the hygiene kits, and the books and tapes to learn English.  I realize that this is what I love about working with this population.  At the end of the day, no matter how tired, you truly feel appreciated.  And that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total number served today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farmworkers:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farmowners/family: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;# of farms visited: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;# of follow-up farm visits: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-5661259264463107601?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/5661259264463107601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/randleman-area-72909-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5661259264463107601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5661259264463107601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/08/randleman-area-72909-entry.html' title='Randleman Area- 7/29/09 entry'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-2542958832742870560</id><published>2009-07-27T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:38:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally out on the farms-- 7/26/09 entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SnjS6CwFXaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nnEo4GZ7HvQ/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366270850624740770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SnjS6CwFXaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nnEo4GZ7HvQ/s320/DSC00410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Canoy family and their farmworkers (who are like family!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5v1suHNqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PpEBC4GmS5U/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347174573160098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5v1suHNqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PpEBC4GmS5U/s320/DSC00412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the items that are given to each farmworker: First Aid kit, Books and cassettes to learn english, resource directory, information about local clinics and the Latino Coalition, also a hygiene kit. (All items donated by local organizations and businesses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5v1Z2Oh1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DHTDEF7U2GE/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347169506920274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5v1Z2Oh1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DHTDEF7U2GE/s320/DSC00408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful tobacco field on the Saunders' farm in Coleridge, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My first day on the farms was today! I started out at 3pm and finished up around 10:30pm. I went to 5 different farms in the Coleridge/Ramseur area. I did a Blood pressure and/or a Blood glucose test on 22 workers and 6 farm owners. At each farm I did a quick talk on heat stroke and also handed out the supplies that are pictured above. I also gave 2-3 first aid kits to the farm owners to place on their trucks and tractors so that they can have some first aid kits handy on the field.  Today was fun because of the 5 farms that I went to.  Two of the farms are owned by my relatives.  And the other 3 farmowners are family friends!  It was nice to be out and visit with each of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; During the day, I found 3 workers with diabetes. One of the workers that I tested already knew that he had diabetes. His Blood glucose was controlled but he did not have supplies in order to test his sugar at home. The 2nd diabetic that I found had a Blood glucose of almost 400! He knew he had diabetes but had not been checking his blood glucose. He was only taking a low dose medication that he was given back in mexico and had not seen a doctor to follow up on his diabetes. He had been feeling very poorly and told me that he could barely keep up with the other workers. Now he knew one reason why! The 3rd worker that I found had a Blood glucose level of 300. I told him that I would return and do a fasting Blood glucose level later in the week. I was able to help get an appointment at Siler City Community Heath Center for the two patients with elevated blood glucose levels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Total number served today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farmworkers-22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farmowners/Family-7&lt;br /&gt;# of farms visited-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-2542958832742870560?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/2542958832742870560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-out-on-farms-72609-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/2542958832742870560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/2542958832742870560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-out-on-farms-72609-entry.html' title='Finally out on the farms-- 7/26/09 entry'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SnjS6CwFXaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nnEo4GZ7HvQ/s72-c/DSC00410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-3418122577389887432</id><published>2009-07-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:16:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/24/09 Blog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5rOqzBs3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/902u6XQf1u4/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363342105995490162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5rOqzBs3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/902u6XQf1u4/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NC East District Wesleyan Women's Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5rOaOiapI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B37GB4AWDa0/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363342101547477650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5rOaOiapI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B37GB4AWDa0/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cathy and Me at our meeting place-- "The coffee Break"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still in the planning phase of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; outreach project.   Monday was my last day in the Hispanic clinic at Moses Cone.   The rest of my time was spent calling farms and telling them about the project.   I spent a lot of time preparing the talk on Heat stroke.  Cathy, my Spanish tutor, helped me make corrections to my handout for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt;.  Also this week I worked at gathering all the supplies I will need for my first farm visits that are scheduled for Sunday July 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Saturday morning was spent at the NC East District Wesleyan Women's Conference.  One of the Wesleyan Women's leaders had asked me if I would come do a workshop on missions as one of the breakout sessions.  There was a good turnout to the missions workshop...approx 30 women.  I shared with them about the missions trips that I have gone on since 1999.  I shared in particular about my recent trip to the Dominican Republic. I challenged the ladies to simply consider going on a missions trip in the future. Why?  1) Because it is fun  2) The best way to travel and see the world 3) Helps you become a more "flexible" person in general  4) It can help you become a better missionary here at home.  5) The people you go to serve will end up giving you more than you could ever give to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-3418122577389887432?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/3418122577389887432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/72409-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/3418122577389887432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/3418122577389887432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/72409-blog-post.html' title='7/24/09 Blog Post'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sm5rOqzBs3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/902u6XQf1u4/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-6570001879064666883</id><published>2009-07-17T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:12:28.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still planning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SmEtxig2U4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PvDFw67QfHE/s1600-h/tobacco+farmer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359615360649024386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SmEtxig2U4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PvDFw67QfHE/s320/tobacco+farmer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randolph Co: The most beautiful county in North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SmEsDByDvyI/AAAAAAAAADo/g2tBDcjZPF4/s1600-h/Randolph+county.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359613462077226786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SmEsDByDvyI/AAAAAAAAADo/g2tBDcjZPF4/s320/Randolph+county.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to admit throughout my entire medical school experience my southern accent has been a curse! Lets be honest, there is nothing about a southern accent makes you sound smart in morning rounds. Finally, having a southern accent and being from a small town pays off! (The may be the only course in all of medical school that this is the case) I have truly enjoyed talking with the farmers on the phone. There is something nice about telling someone your hometown and then figuring out that we know some of the same people or that they know some of my kin.  I have been pleased with their willingness to have me come out to the farms and do some medical outreach for their workers. Seriously though, you have to admit, if you were a farmer and someone from Chapel Hill with a Northern accent called you and asked you if they could visit your farm and talk with your workers, you would say "yeah right!" If you don't believe me just get on the internet and do some research, like I have done in the past week, and you will find what the farmer owners are up against! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well this has been a busy week of planning for the farm visits. I researched and found almost 40 different farms in Randolph County. There are a variety of farms here in Randolph County: curb side vegtable stands, large produce production farms, Tobacco, Soy, corn, and dairy farms. And I called them all! The rest of my time was spent preparing my talk on heat strokes. I have reviewed some of the case reports of NC farmworker deaths from heat stroke. I may use some of these case reports, if the opportunity presents, with the farm owners. We can discuss in each case what the farm owner or farmworker themself could have done differently to prevent the heat stroke and death. Monday was spent again in the Hispanic Clinic at Moses Cone Family Practice. This has turned out to be a valuable learning experience and a great way to practice my medical spanish. Just curious....do you know how hard it is to do a Nuero exam in Spanish? Well...I do! ha ha Like I said, great practice! Dr. Hale and Dr. Breen are great teachers and very patient with me. Also, I spent 3 hours with my tutor, Cathy, this week. We meet at a local coffee shop and work intensely on my Spanish. (today was the subjunctive tense, yuck!) She actually makes it a lot of fun. She is getting her masters right now in Spanish education at UNCG. She is a great teacher. I am glad I found her. OK that is it for now. I will post more next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also a BIG THANK YOU to Chatham Cares Pharmacy, Chatham Hospital Diabetes Education Program, and True Track Monitors who have donated Blood glucose monitors, strips and other testing supplies so that I can do the medical outreach on the farms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-6570001879064666883?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/6570001879064666883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6570001879064666883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6570001879064666883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-planning.html' title='Still planning....'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SmEtxig2U4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PvDFw67QfHE/s72-c/tobacco+farmer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-8055340130134286287</id><published>2009-07-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:28:50.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SlfcKJXj9SI/AAAAAAAAADM/SAWkLmwJdg4/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356992348652041506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SlfcKJXj9SI/AAAAAAAAADM/SAWkLmwJdg4/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SlfcJ8o4GII/AAAAAAAAADE/BUhcwqXstWU/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356992345235003522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SlfcJ8o4GII/AAAAAAAAADE/BUhcwqXstWU/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (Above Picture is of the Latino Coalition in Asheboro, NC- I really like the sign that they have on the door- "Together, we are more")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been very busy. We got back into town around 2:30 in the morning on Monday. I was scheduled to be in the Hispanic Clinic at Moses Cone Family Practice at 8:30 Monday morning. So, after getting a few hours a sleep I headed over to clinic. I met Dr. Hale who will be my preceptor each Monday at the clinic. We saw patients all morning. All of the patients were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; speaking. I also presented each patient to Dr. Hale in Spanish. That was a new challenge for me. I loved the mix of patients that I saw: men, women, and children. The more I am exposed to Family Medicine, the more I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began working on my outreach project that I will be doing in the upcoming 3 weeks. I met with the Latino Coalition in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Asheboro&lt;/span&gt; and learned more about the services that they offer there. We are going to partner together on this outreach project. They wrote a grant from Rite-Aid pharmacy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headquarters&lt;/span&gt;. Rite-aid has agreed to supply first-aid kits that we can give to each of the migrant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;farm workers&lt;/span&gt; and also give to the farm owners to have in the field. They are also going to provide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;book bags&lt;/span&gt; and school supplies for 50-75 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; who are part of migrant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;farm worker&lt;/span&gt; families. The Health Department has agreed to help us distribute these as they do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; physicals this summer. I am busy working on putting together information for the farm owners on heat stroke and exhaustion. I hope to do a quick review of first-aid that they can do in the field if they suspect heat exhaustion or stroke. I also hope to do some education with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;farm workers&lt;/span&gt; themselves. I am also in the process of checking with different pharmacies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glucometer&lt;/span&gt; companies to see if anyone will donate blood glucose testing supplies for me to use for screenings at the farms. I am going to start trying to call the different farms next week to see if anyone will allow me to come out. I am curious to see the response I get from the farm owners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-8055340130134286287?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/8055340130134286287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/8055340130134286287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/8055340130134286287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-started.html' title='Getting started...'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SlfcKJXj9SI/AAAAAAAAADM/SAWkLmwJdg4/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-7587815549830034159</id><published>2009-07-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:54:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalina Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk61_80XL0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RhMqicFmMWk/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417117252235074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk61_80XL0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RhMqicFmMWk/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk61_fVrLTI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hr5bvCSmOwQ/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417109338893618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk61_fVrLTI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hr5bvCSmOwQ/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was spent relaxing on Catalina Island, a beautiful island off of the coast of La Romana. My favorite part of today was teaching Mary and Kendra how to snorkel. Mary got her mask on, began to get the hang of breathing through the tube, when she finally put her head under the water she began shrieking because a big school of blue tropical fish were right beneath us. It was so neat to see different ones on the team experience this for the first time. God’s creation is so beautiful and amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-7587815549830034159?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/7587815549830034159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/catalina-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/7587815549830034159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/7587815549830034159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/catalina-island.html' title='Catalina Island'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk61_80XL0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RhMqicFmMWk/s72-c/DSC00373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-948997458806230777</id><published>2009-07-03T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:49:40.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday July 2nd--It was the best of times...it was the worst of times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk606wyXFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWhBDwxCY2I/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415928611640802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk606wyXFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWhBDwxCY2I/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk606UJNKeI/AAAAAAAAACg/hOSfM0wwPdU/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415920922831330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk606UJNKeI/AAAAAAAAACg/hOSfM0wwPdU/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk6059qp_2I/AAAAAAAAACY/fqKLmmwZLj4/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415914889117538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk6059qp_2I/AAAAAAAAACY/fqKLmmwZLj4/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk605iw5dxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cfw-7ecomiQ/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415907667539730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk605iw5dxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cfw-7ecomiQ/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk605FNa5lI/AAAAAAAAACI/mCyBlr71enE/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415899734107730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk605FNa5lI/AAAAAAAAACI/mCyBlr71enE/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best of times it was the worst of times…..Today started off a little rocky.  First I woke up at 2:00am with body aches, fever, and nausea.  After a couple of doses of pepto-bismol, tylenol, and motrin I felt a little better by the time the sun rose.  I decided that I was going to go out to help out in clinic anyway.  After all it was our last day of clinic and I didn’t want to miss anything.  We got there and because of some miscommunication they did not know that we were coming.  Therefore they had not advertised the free clinic in the community.   We decided to set up clinic anyway.  I spent most of the day with my eyes closed, resting, trying to control the dizziness and nausea on a portable cot that many sick Dominicans had laid on before me.  Oh and by the way, there was not bathroom at this location.  The neighbors kindly offered up their restroom for the team to use if need be.  Michael went over to check it out and decided against the offer…you had to wade through a few inches of excrement to get to the “toilet.”    But even though it was the “worst of times”  the day turned out to be “the best of times.”  Our van turned and began to creep down a long dirt road with deep potholes that very few American have ever been down.  Little children began to run out of their homes waving to us.  They jumped up and down, screaming “yay”!  I asked the Dominican interpreters what they were so excited about.  They said “You!!!  The only time that these kids see Americans is when someone is coming to help them or to play with them.”  They all came around and watched us set up for clinic.  Even though no one knew ahead of time that we were coming, the word traveled fast and we saw almost as many patients with less people!  Four of us were sick that day. I saw just a few patients in the morning.  One of my patients was a lady that I diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.  I was able to do some diabetes education with her. (Are you proud Doris?)  Then, we had 2 children from 2 separate families come into the clinic within 10 min of each other.  Both of them unresponsive except to painful stimuli.  David quickly assessed both of them and had me to give rocephin and start an IV in both of them to bolus them with fluid.  They began to perk up some after this and we had their parents take them directly to the hospital.  The amazing thing is I felt terrible the entire day except for when I was taking care of these children.  Some say it was adrenalin, Michael’s mom said I was just faking all day, but I know it was God that placed me, an X-ER nurse, there in that village today.  I know it was His divine providence that we were scheduled to have clinic there, even though the town had no idea that we were coming. Oh, on another positive note…Michelle and Jeff designed a toilet for us to use.  (See picture).  And the day ended perfectly with Dr. Yelverton (also an artist) drawing faces on blown up gloves and giving them to the children. Also, Shadrach, our interpreter, gave out all the extra food that we had left over from lunch to the children, who were so appreciative.  Some may say that it was truly the worst of times….but to the team it was the best of times…the best day of the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-948997458806230777?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/948997458806230777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-july-2nd-it-was-best-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/948997458806230777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/948997458806230777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-july-2nd-it-was-best-of.html' title='Thursday July 2nd--It was the best of times...it was the worst of times...'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Sk606wyXFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWhBDwxCY2I/s72-c/DSC00348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-4691009338999163150</id><published>2009-07-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:25:17.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being ministered to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8OBdBOfI/AAAAAAAAACA/qXl3Y1fZ8rs/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353649899898485234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8OBdBOfI/AAAAAAAAACA/qXl3Y1fZ8rs/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8Nz89DfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HV6VS-xmCjk/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353649896274333170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8Nz89DfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HV6VS-xmCjk/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8Nlgw6mI/AAAAAAAAABw/_tPq8AjAXic/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353649892398000738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8Nlgw6mI/AAAAAAAAABw/_tPq8AjAXic/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8NfkRYcI/AAAAAAAAABo/gyeIjoo2j3M/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353649890802098626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8NfkRYcI/AAAAAAAAABo/gyeIjoo2j3M/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's clinic ran smoother than ever. We have learned over the past few days how to work well together as a team.  One patient that stood out for me today was a lady that has had chronic osteomyelitis for approx 25 years.  When she was 20 years old the doctors said that she would die from this bone infection.  She said that she has had multiple surgeries and has been on antibiotics for many years.  She said that she gives all the credit to God because according to her doctors she should be dead.  This same lady had a daughter that was deaf.  She had never had the opportunity to go to school because she had this special need.  There are no resources for a child like this.  So, she and her mom communicate via a sign language that they have created as she has grown up.  She was so grateful and did not complain about her life situation.  I had come to minister to her but instead she ministered to my heart.  What a good example she is for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are pictures from clinic today.  One thing I learned today...It is very hard to teach a kid how to use a albuterol inhaler IN SPANISH!!!!!  Oh well we got the job done.  See the picture above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-4691009338999163150?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/4691009338999163150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-ministered-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4691009338999163150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/4691009338999163150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-ministered-to.html' title='Being ministered to....'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/Skv8OBdBOfI/AAAAAAAAACA/qXl3Y1fZ8rs/s72-c/DSC00309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-2342978471686594944</id><published>2009-06-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:16:02.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holistic care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SkrFm6YcpKI/AAAAAAAAABg/vPUCMVbMioc/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353308379380753570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SkrFm6YcpKI/AAAAAAAAABg/vPUCMVbMioc/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SkrFK4VH_2I/AAAAAAAAABY/LHwKI1Jg8b4/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353307897793609570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SkrFK4VH_2I/AAAAAAAAABY/LHwKI1Jg8b4/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Top picture- me interviewing patient Bottom picture- our pharmacy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went into Santo Domingo to do a free clinic. The population here was very different when compared to the population we worked with yesterday. Most of the patients here in the city had actually seen a doctor during the last couple of years. Since they have some access to care their complaints were more focused. When we asked them to follow up with their primary care doctor in a couple of weeks, because we changed or added a medication, we actually had hope that they had the resources to do so. I did not have one patient in clinic yesterday that actually had a primary care doctor. When I asked, they looked at me like I was crazy. A family doctor that they could see on a regular basis to care for their family was not a concept that they are familiar with. One of the highlights of today was teaching Mary, an ER nurse tech at Randolph Hospital, how to give IM injections. She has held many patients for me as we have worked together during the past years in the emergency department. This time I was holding the patients for her! She was so excited to learn and she did a great job! Another highlight today was a couple of patients today asked me to pray for them. I love the idea of providing holistic care for my patients and today I feel like I did just that. Although it is more difficult for me to pray in Spanish, my patients were very grateful for the time that I spent with them. Oh yeah, during lunch we had to run to the supermercado to buy more sandwich bags to dispense the medications in. I found the candy section in the store and asked a Dominican woman on the same aisle where the best Dominican candy was. She showed me some of her favorite candies. We bought some for the group to try for dessert. Tomorrow we go back out into a small village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-2342978471686594944?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/2342978471686594944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-picture-me-interviewing-patient.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/2342978471686594944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/2342978471686594944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-picture-me-interviewing-patient.html' title='Holistic care'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SkrFm6YcpKI/AAAAAAAAABg/vPUCMVbMioc/s72-c/DSC00319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-6986964946178183291</id><published>2009-06-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:58:15.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in Clinic</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day in the community. We set up clinic in a small church.  The church pews worked perfectly as exam tables!  My mom managed the pharmacy and did an incredible job.  Suki, Kendra, and Adia helped mom count, package, and label all of the medications.  Michael, Dallas, and Mary worked in Triage.  Jeff helped out in different areas of the clinic, wherever we needed him.  Michelle, David, Faith, Bob, and I all were the providers and we examined each patient.  We saw approx 150 patients today.  We worked hard, but had a great time.  We treated a lot of patients for parasites, scabies, pinworms, and fungal infections.  These are things that I haven’t seen very often at home so it is good to get to learn more about them.  I had one 10 year old girl that had a history, since age 6 months, of multiple urinary tract infections.  She has 4-5 UTI’s each year.  This, of course, is not normal in a 10 year old little girl.  If she were in the states she would be referred to an urologist in order to search for a reason or source of the infection.  But here, due to her limited resources, she can not obtain this level of care.  So, she continues to struggle with this problem.  It frustrates me that I can’t do more.  On a positive note, the children were so much fun to watch and were so excited to get a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush!  I have never had a kid in the states beg me for a toothbrush or toothpaste.  They were anxious to get dental varnish and practice brushing their teeth. The dental hygiene students stayed busy the entire time.  Children continued to show up all day once they heard that we had toothbrushes and toothpaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-6986964946178183291?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/6986964946178183291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-in-clinic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6986964946178183291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/6986964946178183291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-in-clinic.html' title='First day in Clinic'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-5658986010054652559</id><published>2009-06-28T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:56:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SklwXtkxjQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tKToeJFh5WE/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352933184779685122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SklwXtkxjQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tKToeJFh5WE/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Sunday 6/28/09, this morning we went to a Dominican Church. In the past, my favorite part of being in church down here in the Dominican has been listening to the little children around me sing. This church service was no different. They knew every word to every song, sang loudly as if with every ounce of their being, and had a big smile on their faces. We adults could learn a lot about how to worship in church just by sitting back and watching these little ones. The rest of the day was spent packing and preparing for our first day of clinic. The team worked together for 4 hours in order to get everything prepared. Everyone is very excited about going out to the villages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-5658986010054652559?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/5658986010054652559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5658986010054652559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5658986010054652559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fzLpzkL_cDc/SklwXtkxjQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tKToeJFh5WE/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-3791708382186535580</id><published>2009-06-27T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:56:38.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be flexible and positive...</title><content type='html'>So I have not slept  in 36 hours except for a quick nap on the plane.  We had a little mix up with Delta airlines.  They changed our flight from 7:15 am departure to 6:00am without letting us know.  So, in the middle of the night after having talked with Delta airlines extensively on the phone, and after Delta apologized, we still had to call everyone and tell them to be at the airport at 4am.  Oh well, there are only so many things within our control.  We just got here to the Dominican Republic.  We all arrived safely with all of our luggage.  We have had a lot of fun so far just helping 1/2 of our group go through the process of customs for the first time!  Everything went very smoothly.  Tonight we rest and tomorrow we will start planning and preparing for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-3791708382186535580?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/3791708382186535580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-be-flexible-and-positive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/3791708382186535580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/3791708382186535580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-be-flexible-and-positive.html' title='Trying to be flexible and positive...'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1250294792982476368.post-5288470338065327468</id><published>2009-06-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:26:45.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Family Medicine Elective- 6/24/09'/><title type='text'>A day in the life...</title><content type='html'>This Saturday will be my first day as a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year medical student. (Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!)  I am starting off my last year of medical school by doing a unique elective in international family medicine.  My first 9 days will be spent in the Dominican Republic working in medical outreach for the sugarcane village &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; in small towns close to Juan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dolio&lt;/span&gt;.  The last 3 weeks will be spent working with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; in Randolph and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Guilford&lt;/span&gt; Counties here in North Carolina.  I will be doing medical work with an organization called the North Carolina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; Outreach.  I am very excited about this elective and all that is in store for me this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have entitled this blog "A day in the life."  I hope this blog will give you a glimpse of "a day in the life" of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;farmworkers&lt;/span&gt; here and abroad and the barriers that they face.  Also, I will share personally the things that I experience during the upcoming month so you can have a view of what "a day in the life" of a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year medical student looks like as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1250294792982476368-5288470338065327468?l=dawncaviness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/feeds/5288470338065327468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5288470338065327468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1250294792982476368/posts/default/5288470338065327468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawncaviness.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life...'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536636143732481419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
