Christmas Barbie in Spar (the grocery store) |
“Mr. Paul, Mr. Paul – come quick. There’s a python eating the guinea fowl!”
We were awaken the morning of Christmas eve by Joe, one of the Zimbabwean workers on the ostrich farm. As I lay in bed shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I think…where am I? And…did I just hear what I thought I heard?
View from where we camped in Doro's Crater |
Student Group at Dune 7, Namibia |
View from Santorini walk |
My summer months (winter in Botswana) were filled with lots of safaris. I loved spending time in the bush and sharing my love of Botswana and its bird and animals with Paul’s clients. It was especially memorable to be part of dear Mischa’s spreading of his wife’s ashes in Tau pan and to enjoy the incredible good luck of the Smith’s when we saw so many interesting things from two sister mother lions and their six cubs to a curious brown hyena who watched us in unconvincing nonchalance.
August found me back at school for the Fall semester which was a busy one with the Medicine Program and my First Year Seminar on Global Health. My Freshmen worked hard and showed good progress in their writing over the course of the term and the Medicine Program, which incorporates my medical sociology course with a colleague’s medical ethics course and requires extensive field work observing in a local hospital was intense but well worth the effort. Like the study away programs, my preferred method of teaching is to incorporate real world experiences to help students better understand the course content. And…just like study away, it causes me to grow and learn right alongside my students.
One of the most enduring memories of the hospital observations this fall was of a young (maybe 4 or 5 year old) curly blond haired girl who came flying out of an examining room in the pediatric oncology clinic and darted behind the nurse’s station screaming, “I want my beads! I want my beads! I want my beads!” She was exuberant and joyous – two words one would never think they would use to describe a child going through cancer treatments. Her enthusiasm was directed at getting a couple more beads for a bracelets she was making charting her progress through her cancer treatment. Have a procedure, get a bead. Successful bone marrow aspiration, get a bead. Celebrate a birthday while in treatment, get a special birthday bead. The memory of this sticks with me as evidence of the strength of the human spirit. This girl should be miserable, terrified, distraught. But instead she brims with life. I am in awe.
But not all memories of the fall were so heartwarming. With great sadness I finally made the decision to put my beloved dog Shelby to rest. She had really taken a turn for the worse over my absence in the summer. When I left in May we were still enjoying hour-long walks on the Swamp Rabbit Trail. But by the time I returned in August, she struggled to walk, every step appearing quite painful. Both her sight and hearing had diminished. She wandered at night aimlessly, often getting stuck between pieces of furniture and the wall. When the time finally came, she died with her head in my hands in her favorite chair. Her absence leaves a big empty space in my life that is not soon to be filled. I miss her every day.
Fortunately, Paul was there with me at the tail end of his month long stay. We had a great time when he was in the States, taking motorcycle rides off in to the mountains to enjoy the fall foliage. We even took two short trips, one up to the mountains of North Carolina for my fall break and the other off to Birmingham to see some former clients who hosted our visit to try to drum up some business for the safari company. On the way back through Atlanta we stopped off at the Georgia aquarium and, after seeing the whale sharks, Paul is even more committed to getting back to scuba diving. Maybe next year…
Kids at Old Oaks Farms |
December brought a new arrival to the Sheller family with Paul’s first grandson, Arthur, born. We’ve had several opportunities for “Skype chats” since he arrived in early December. He is super cute and everyone seems to be doing very well. We look forward to a trip to Copenhagen in 2012 to meet him in person.
Here's wishing all my readers a belated festive season. I hope 2012 brings all that you hope for!
What an incredible year! Glad we got to see you for some of it. Can't wait to return to Botswana one day to visit your other home. Also, can't believe Paul has a grandson! Congrats.
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