I went home. I flew in and out of Boston on my way to and from a
wedding in the Adirondack Park in northern New York. My parents
have 2 more weeks to pack before they move out of my childhood
home, a place they have lived for the past 30 years. While the home
itself is large and lovely, it is really the neighbors that make
that place home.
On Sunday night we had our neighborhood grandmother, Mrs. Chris,
over for apple pie to celebrate her 80-something birthday. She
brought the remainder of a box of chocolates to share and when I
asked if she had eaten the others for lunch, she giggled and
The Hartnetts, our other neighbors, also came over to sing happy
birthday and share dessert. You have to understand that all of this
transpired over the course of about 15 minutes; my parents realized
they had a pie to eat, Mrs. Chris popped her head in the door on
her evening walk, I called my best friend Annie (living momentarily
with her parents next door while she and her boyfriend wait for
their new apartment to be ready), and within 5 minutes she and her
family had walked the 100 yards from their front door to ours. And
we had a little party!
After pie, Annie's boyfriend Drew helped my brother with his
statistics homework, while Annie and I tried to come up with the
perfect caption for the photo of Mrs. Chris and the birthday
sparkler in her piece of pie.
This is the community I come from. It explains the high
expectations I have for Home, wherever that place turns out to be.
I know that Chicago is not my true Home, but while I am here, the
NUHS community is serving and supporting me better than I ever
imagined it would. I chat with my professors in the hallway and I
see them at our botanical garden, on the train, and walking around
campus. There is an online community too, on Facebook pages, where
my fellow students and our professors post links to relevant
articles and information about upcoming seminars, workshops,
presentations and club meetings.
The recent improvements on campus at the library and the ongoing
work in Janse are providing us with more places to congregate
during downtime and create community on campus. You might think
that 28 credits and all the work that goes into keeping current in
all those classes would leave us little time to engage with our
community, but it seems that all that work actually brings us
together. We commiserate, we struggle together, and we experience
success together. We are a small community of hard workers with
similar goals and morals when it comes to healthcare. Some of us
come from different states, some of us love Chicagoland, and some
of us feel lost in this expansive city, but no matter your
perspective on this place as Home, the NUHS community certainly
offers a supportive community if you are willing to engage.
A treat! Another day off during the summertime! Happy (belated)
Independence Day! I went to the beach (again) on our day off with
my boyfriend, my friend JheriAnne (also an ND student), and her
husband Shane. During our afternoon and evening spent grilling,
swimming, laughing, and lounging on the beach, JheriAnne and I
talked about school (can't escape it!). Particularly relevant to
the holiday was our conversation on independence in our studies and
decision-making as we plan our schedules and careers.
Thanks to JA for capturing this picture of me on Independence
with the sun setting into the palm of my hand.
Let me preface this by saying that I am eternally grateful that
I can be dependent on my friends at a moment's notice when the work
overwhelms me or I have an idea that needs friendly scrutiny. My
friends are there for me, and I am there for them. On the other
hand, we can all too easily get wrapped up in each other's lives.
As students, we spend around 30 hours together each week in class,
and then also spend time outside of class recharging in each
other's company. I've had to remind myself several times that I am,
in fact, on my own journey here, despite how tightly bound my
experiences are to those of the students around me.
One major challenge I experience daily is to break away from the
established opinions and habits of students I study with, and those
that came before me. Both positive and negative judgments about all
things from professors to textbooks to scheduling are passed down
from upper tri students and have, at times, been toxically
pervasive among my peers. As medical students, we are juggling many
balls at once, and it is easy to adopt an existing opinion
(especially when you've just been thrown into 25+ credits of
professional school), but I implore you to never forget to form
your own opinions, no matter how exhausted you become. I truly
believe independent thought wins when it comes to learning, which
is after all, what we're here to do (whether we feel like it today,
from this professor, or not.)
I am not suggesting that we just ignore all advice coming from
upper tri students. I am suggesting that we always take that
advice with a grain of salt and view the issue through our own
eyes, as we experience it on our own, individual journey through
medical school. Remember this tenet of our medicine: every
person is different.
John, Dr. Brad, Mia, Nadene, and a tree circle up
for a short group meditation session beside Lake
When I was 19, I worked for my mom, an MD, answering phones and
filing charts at her dermatology practice. My first free lunch from
a drug rep and his conversation with my mother was one of those
experiences that every child dreads. I ate my free sandwich in
horrified, bug-eyed silence as my mom interrogated this rep about
the studies behind the drug he was touting. I swear that man shrank
into his chair with every "Yes, but where is the research? I want
to see the actual paper you keep referring to." For whatever
reason, whether he was new or wasn't given the tools, this drug rep
could not provide my doctor mother with the published paper showing
the effects of the drug that this lunch was supposed to make her
want to prescribe. By the time he slunk out of the office,
promising to return with a copy of the published paper for this
crazy doctor, I was just about never going to forgive my mom for
displaying such unrelenting behavior. She sensed my anxiety and
proceeded to explain that she would never prescribe a drug to a
patient without knowing as much as possible about it. She would
form her own independent opinion based on the evidence, and would
not consider prescribing the drug until then. As NDs, we may not
have a future full of lunch dates with pharmaceutical reps, but
companies pushing supplements, diagnostic tests and other tools
might surely come our way in this same fashion.
So, to my peers, I thank you for exercising your independence
and forming your own opinions while on your individual journey. At
the same time, I thank you for doing so as part of a team of
students or interns who are present, ready to learn, and aware that
we are all on our own path to doctorhood. And of course, thank you
for allowing me my moments of dependence in the form of a hug, an
ear, a shared moment of frustration, or a quiet group meditation
OK readers, I did it! I decided. My parents were a reliable
sounding board in a conversation last week and while I trust my own
intuition and will follow it even in the face of resistance, being
reassured with parental support really sealed the deal. I plan to
start the massage program in September!
Trusting intuition is something we address in class from the
very first trimester. Mostly, we have these discussions in our
naturopathic theory classes, although this week in Homeopathy 1 we
started a topic on How To Take the Case, which is inseparable from
learning about becoming a true healer. "Taking the case" means
listening to our patients without any preconceptions; it means
forgetting ourselves, and dissolving the boundary between the self
and the world so as to note every important detail.
In discussing both homeopathic and naturopathic theory, our
professors have talked about mirror neurons, a term that defines how empathy
is evidenced in brain scans; the listener's brain lights up in
exactly the same places as the storyteller's brain does. Our goal
as doctors is to use our mirror neurons.
One of my peers asked about how, on the one hand, we dissolve
the boundary between ourselves and our patients' stories of
suffering, and on the other, maintain our own sanity and refrain
from shouldering the burdens of every sick patient that walks
through our doors.
It is a good question. How many mirror neurons can we afford to
use? Turns out, the answer is different for every doc. Of course we
knew that, everyone (every case, every patient) is different, after
One professor told us that he sits behind a desk, with the
patient opposite him; this provides a physical boundary to remind
him. Another professor spoke on how her spirituality and the
healing cannot be separated. Her spiritual practice involves
dissolving boundaries and finding compassion for every single
During several of these class discussions our professors have
sited an author named Dr. Rachel Naomi Remen, a doctor known for
her work teaching other physicians how to heal from the heart. On
her blog, Remembering Your Power to Heal, Remen writes of
physicians: "Our habitual way of seeing things and even our
expertise can blind us to the meaning of even the simplest of our
daily interactions and relationships." This tendency towards
blindness is an obstacle to cultivating the healer in us, and comes
at least in part, from our training. One of Dr. Remen's tools for
learning to see through "new" eyes is to keep a "heart journal" in
which you answer three questions each day.
The Heart Journal
The first question is: "What surprised me today?"
The size of the nose ring on the
girl sitting next to us at the beach; it was huge but I figured she
probably loves it that way!
The second question is: "What moved me or touched my heart
On our way to the beach, Hanzi was
looking out the window and said, "That was cute!" I asked what, and
he told me that a little girl was leading her grandmother in an
investigation of something smooshed on the sidewalk.
And the third question is "What inspired me today?"
The camaraderie of the group of "Bears"
gathered at the beach, all bobbing together with their big bellies
in the chilly Lake Michigan water.
If this exercise is something Remen thinks we should do as
professional physicians, why not start practicing it now? In
addition to practicing things like taking blood pressure,
evaluating cervical range of motion, or taking a history from a
SIM-patient, we should probably be cultivating the healer through
exercises like this.
Hard to believe, but I did study at the beach. Here's the
Want to find a Chicago beach to visit? It's easy: CPDBeaches.com.
The skill set of a healer includes knowing how to find the
beauty in the midst of the suffering we are exposed to daily for
the duration of our professional lives. So, to my fellow students,
don't write in a journal every day if the time commitment freaks
you out, but at the very least, have these conversations with each
other. Try to talk about the heart-full things, rather than the
test you're dreading or the professor you can't stand. Look for the
things that inspire you, the things that touch your heart, and the
things that surprise you. Forgetting to cultivate our eye for these
things will, I suspect, prove a grave mistake whose consequences we
will learn when we go out into the real world and try to heal
So, I encourage you to notice the things that make you smile
more than the things that make you groan. You may even find less to
Our long weekend off due to Homecoming has come to a close and I
am so, so thankful for having had those extra days without classes!
While I suppose I could have joined in the festivities on campus, I
decided instead to take advantage of 48 extra hours of unscheduled
time and do some Mackie things.
Don't worry! I did contribute to some Homecoming prep; we worked
on beautifying the garden with more weeding and new mulch! Current
students, if you'd like to stay up to date on garden happenings,
check out the NUHS Botanical
Garden Project on Facebook!
After classes ended for the week on Wednesday (amid the cracking
of a powerful thunderstorm, the lightening vivid in the grey sky),
I joined some ND girlfriends at a nearby wine bar for a drink and
some appetizers. The five of us each toasted to intelligent and
loving company, the beauty of a steel-grey sky amid the storm, and
our ND student friend Anayibe, who took this tri off to go on an
adventure to the World Cup in Brazil, and to visit her family in
her home country of Colombia. Ana is a vibrant friend, so positive,
so present, so quietly loving and funny. She may be only 4'11-¾"
tall, but her presence is huge; we feel her with us every day. It
is a powerful thing to find a friend like this, and I speak for
many when I say we miss her in a wild way.
In the spirit of my friend Anayibe, I
watched an episode of Anthony Bourdain's newest show, "Parts
Unknown," (a food travel show), that takes place in Colombia. Now I
can't wait to tell Ana about my hopes that she'll take me on a trip
to her country and show me around! (Maybe we can even apply our ND
training somehow; I guess we'll see when the time comes for
adventure…) The best line in the show came from a Colombian
musician-turned-chef who tells Bourdain, "I believe more in a
beautiful carrot than in a good recipe."
Thank goodness for chefs like this! To me (and in the
context of this show), a beautiful carrot signifies the harmonious
interaction between humans and nature, the ability for humans to
enjoy a gorgeous carrot born of the earth and to glean both
nutrition and pleasure from it. According to naturopathic
philosophy, if one lives by nature's laws, health is "the innate
and natural state of being" because humans evolved on this planet,
selecting for traits that allow for survival in harmony with the
environment here. We practice Earth Medicine because we do so on
When I lived in the mountains of Northern California I got a CSA
(community sustained agriculture) box bursting with fresh produce
once a week. When I moved to Chicago, I vowed that no student
budget would keep me from living close to nature through my food.
As Michael Pollan says in his book The Omnivore's Dilemma,
"Eating's not a bad way to get to know a place." I shop at the
farmer's market here in Oak Park every weekend.
Last weekend a few NMSA members met at the farmer's
to stock up on veggies, flowers, and yes, those irresistible
Supporting local farmers, especially those who use organic or
hazard-free methods, ensures that I get the most nutrients through
my food. It also allows me to participate in one important aspect
of my community that supports the basic determinants of health
(hydration, sleep, nutrition, breath, and rest & recreation aka
Vitamin R) that lie at the core of naturopathic medicine. In the
back corner of the market there are always musicians gathered for a
bluegrass jam session, the local church sells irresistible donuts
to support their work, and the high school athletics department
sells baked goods to raise money for travel and equipment.
The vegetable scene at the Oak Park farmer's market.
The weekly market cultivates community, good nutrition,
rejuvenation and belonging. Some might say that life in the city is
irreconcilably distant from the natural world, but I argue
otherwise. I have found, through my friendships and through my
community, many ways to live by nature's laws. To name a couple, I
eat good food, and I take a wine break every now and then to stock
up on some Vitamin R.
I'm deciding whether or not to study Massage Therapy while I'm here at
National in addition to getting my ND. Many of my peers get dual
degrees, whether it be ND/DC or ND/AOM because the modalities and
philosophies run in parallel and allow us to expand our scope to
meet our interests and passions, especially in unlicensed states.
Part of the adventure of studying naturopathic medicine is learning
what aspects of our vast toolbox suit you best, and then exploring
ways to pursue those interests.
I struggled for a few weeks last fall with whether or not to
enroll in the AOM program, because Chinese medicine
is so wise and its application is so broad and increasingly
accepted by mainstream medicine. It serves as an excellent adjunct
to naturopathic medicine. Many of our professors use it. Ultimately
though, I realized I do not absolutely, definitely, no question,
want to be a master of Chinese medicine in the kind of way I know I want to be a
naturopathic doctor. And, I am not willing to invest all the
time and money in something that doesn't feel quite right for
In E&M Extremities class, Meg demonstrates a gait anomaly
as the rest of us analyze it.
Over the past few trimesters, I have gravitated towards physical
medicine in application with naturopathic medicine. I was totally
surprised when I enjoyed E&M
class and found that I was actually pretty good at adjusting. I
realized that I know my body and its relationship to weight-bearing
and careful maneuvering through my experience of being a
competitive athlete. It's been years since I gave up competitive
sports in college, but I still have that knack for acquiring muscle
memory and fluidity in movement, and it pays off in understanding
how the body should, or wants to, move.
Cranial Sacral Massage elective class with our
Patricia Coe and Dr. Heather Wisniewski
Also, having never taken any kinesiology classes, I figured I
was doomed when it came to grasping biomechanics. As it turns out,
knowing my body and its movements has made learning biomechanics
and adjusting a lot easier. Inspired by my propensity for
understanding and applying physical medicine, I asked for a
recommendation of who to talk to or what other avenues to explore
beyond the classroom. Dr. Pearson, one of the family practice
interns, directed me to Dr. Coe, massage program supervisor and
instructor (and totally awesome
ND/DC/MT/photographer/character/mentor). I signed up for her massage
elective class on Cranial Sacral technique and discovered this
awesome new dimension to add to my ND toolbox. By using what I
learned in Dr. Coe's class, I continue to study through experience
on my friends and fellow classmates. I am learning how to listen
with my hands, follow what I find, and make people feel better.
"Inside/Outside: Muscle/Hand" San Francisco, 1994.
U.S. National Library of Medicine. Katherine Du
Tiel (b. 1961) [artist]
So, in an effort to distract myself from the stress of 3 exams
and 2 assignments due in the upcoming days, I've tracked down Dr.
Coe and picked her brain on my options for adding the Massage
I also reached out to a recent NUHS grad who tutored me through
Phase 1 and studied in the massage, chiropractic and naturopathic
programs during her time here at National. She offered some solid
advice. (Even after they're gone from campus, NUHS folks are still
accessible and willing to help you!) Now I have to make some
decisions. It's probably time to make a pros and cons list and a
phone call to Mom and Dad, who always offer pretty good advice.
Part of what makes naturopathic medicine so strong is this great
big toolbox we're given. It also presents a fun challenge to us
students: to discover our strengths and trust the process!
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