Hiring new staff, sending out rejection letters to those who did not make the cut. Figuring out what happened to all of course approvals and how are we going submit our academic files on time when half of the half time team is out of the office.
Don't forget Black History Month activities. How am I going to write this speech, pick up our keynote speaker, right after meeting with an obviously disturbed student who wants to come back after ten years absence to get her credential...now
Then I talk to my sister.
She just attended a funeral of a 43 year old man. He was on his way to pick his 3 kids up from school. He was killed instantly in a head on collision. The service was inspiring from my sisters account. The Reverend speaking in that beautiful way black preachers have about them. His message: Live your life because although you may not make the appointment, you will certainly not miss your appointment with death. We can go at exit 7, 35, 43, or 75. Most often we don't know which will be our exit on this highway of life.
I like that metaphor. I connected with it.
Then my sister told me that she got a call from her doctor. You see, she has been suffering a number of symptoms that concerned her for some time. She confirmed today that she has fibroids on her uterus and is recommended for a hysterectomy.
I was stunned. Happy that it was not cancer or something horrific like that, knowing that this is pretty bad in itself. But this, you can recover from, I am taking comfort in that. Before this, it was my sister who sat online researching what all of her symptoms could mean. Alternately frightening and relieving herself with these attempts at self diagnosis. Now it is me....online finding out what happens during this procedure, what to expect... what is going on?!
Deep breath...
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