As Dutch citizen don’t want to suggest more involvement with 9/11 other than everybody else not living in the US or New York and witnessing this disaster. But another essay by the last psychiatrist got my attention. In this essay the focus is on the separation between the aftermath and the cause to all this suffering and victims.
Separating shows this way fosters a separation between the cause and the effect; we are focusing only on the effect, because it is very hard for us to get our heads around the cause. In doing this we are repackaging this event into a natural disaster. Something that we have no power over, no way to prevent, but something that must by necessity bring us together in our grief and our loss, and something that we must get past. No sense in describing why earthquakes happen, so let’s delve into the victims’ stories.
According to the Last Psychiatrist the media has unilaterally decided that no American will ever again see the images of the planes being slammed into the Towers. To the opinion of the last psychiatrist this could be attributed to our problem of recognizing or even showing and experiencing anger. Sadness is the preferred emotion according to The Last Psychiatrist. What do you think?
Don’t know if he’s right, have seen several bloggers put on video’s of the plains flying in the skyscrapers. What’s going on, is the press and media reluctant to show the images? Read the essay by The Last Psychiatrist.
After hitting on a brilliant new life plan, our first instinct is to tell someone, but Derek Sivers says it’s better to keep goals secret. He presents research stretching as far back as the 1920s to show why people who talk about their ambitions may be less likely to achieve them.
These terms are used for those children in their twenties. They are also sometimes called “boomerang kids”, meaning those kids that start or finish college or jobs and decide to move back in with their parents. I read this excellent article about it in the New York Times Magazine. It’s about the age group of my children, my friends children and even my residents.
When we were in our twenties this period of our lives was marked with: completing school, leaving home, becoming financially independent, marrying and having a child. In these days and age, the twenty something are characterized by:
One-third of people in their 20s move to a new residence every year
Forty percent move back home with their parents at least once
They go through an average of seven jobs in their 20s, more job changes than in any other stretch.
Two-thirds spend at least some time living with a romantic partner without being married
The median age at first marriage has climbed from 21 for women and 23 for men in the seventies of the previous century, to 26 for women and 28 for men in 2009
The question discussed in this article is whether emerging adulthood should be viewed as a new development stage in growing up, like adolescence did in the beginning of the previous century. For parents the most important question is whether it’s a good thing to let 20-somethings meander or not?
maybe if kids take longer to choose their mates and their careers, they’ll make fewer mistakes and live happier lives.
Or should parents cut them off and tell them just to find a job and get on with their lives.
As the settling-down sputters along for the “emerging adults,” things can get precarious for the rest of us. Parents are helping pay bills they never counted on paying, and social institutions are missing out on young people contributing to productivity and growth.
I think somewhere in between, what do you think? The article goes further about the neuropsychological and sociological explanations of this new phenomenon with interesting interviews of scientists. So enjoy over at NYT.
Another magnificent pen. Very robust, to use outside and inside, good weather, bad weather, you name it. Been drooling a couple of days since I first saw it on Uncrate. Haven’t been writing on this pen fetish for a while but now you have it. I am not going to buy it, ehhhh.
Built for the government and looking every bit as official as you’d expect, the Embassy Pen ($40). The pen itself is made from anodized aluminum, and features a knurled grip, a medium black SPR4 pressurized Fisher Space Pen ink cartridge, and a built-in stainless steel clip for affixing to a shirt pocket, belt loop, or top-secret file.
Sheryl WuDunn’s book “Half the Sky” investigates the oppression of women globally. Her stories shock. Only when women in developing countries have equal access to education and economic opportunity will we be using all our human resources.
What is it like to live with a terminal illness? Kate Granger, who was told her cancer was incurable a year ago, describes her battle to maintain a normal life
Twelve months ago, at the age of 29, I was told at a cancer center I had terminal cancer. The median length of life from diagnosis to death for patients with desmoplastic small-round-cell tumour is reported in medical literature as 14 months. That technically means my time should be up in October, but I’m doing well and will in all probability survive longer than this.
Living with death hanging over me and everything I do while still smiling and staying positive is incredibly difficult. I feel like I’m constantly struggling to push it to the back of my mind but never quite succeeding. In fact, the sad thing is I can’t remember what it was like not to have a terminal cancer diagnosis. There are constant reminders, which mean that even if I could forget what is happening to me, I would never be allowed to: the regular visits for follow-up appointments at the hospital; the daily battle to swallow the 12 pills I have to take to keep my symptoms under control; the frequent “How are you?” questions that always have a deeper meaning than just a simple enquiry about my welfare. People suffering from terminal or aggressive cancer usually need special care, the best option is in home care by Fidelis Home Care 200 S 14th St, Midlothian, TX 76065 (972) 775-1000, find more details at https://www.careshyft.com/.
I was always very clear that once I discontinued my palliative chemotherapy in January I wanted to return some normality to my life, for however long that may be. A huge part of this was going back to work. Many people thought I was crazy to contemplate returning to a stressful job as an elderly medicine registrar at a busy district general hospital, but I was determined. And I was completely right to return.
Working has given me a focus again, and I think I still have a great deal to give – probably more than before my own illness. I struggle with fatigue, but this is something I am determined is not going to beat me, so I work three full days a week and put everything into my job that I used to. I would hate to be thought of at work as the poor young dying doctor, much preferring to retain my pre-cancer personality – the competent, hardworking registrar who gets stuff sorted and cares about her patients.
My “maintaining normality for as long as possible” mantra also extends to my home life. I still do the housework and the cooking. I sit and watch the soaps in the evening. I enjoy regular Sunday lunches with my family. I swim up to 50 lengths at my local pool. The routine of life goes on and is vital in keeping both myself and my husband on an even keel, although life is also now sprinkled with wonderful, invigorating experiences as we work through my bucket list.
One coping strategy I have is to live my life on a two-month window. I find it very hard to think any further ahead than this, although sometimes I am forced to. For example, my brother and his wife are expecting their first child in January. Meeting the newest member of our family is a long-term goal that I would dearly love to achieve. Likewise, two of my best friends have just got engaged and are planning summer weddings. I would love to be able to perform bridesmaid and cake-baking duties, but there is a strong possibility I will no longer be here by then.
I have a strange response to all this good news. Of course I am ecstatic that these exciting events are happening to the people close to me, but the overwhelming feeling – perhaps self-centredly – is that I am going to miss out on the celebrations. I won’t be able to see everyone else’s lives flourish, because mine is coming to a premature halt.
So we live with “it” day in, day out, and try to plough on with life in as positive and happy a way as possible, remembering that in many respects we are blessed and lucky. My husband Chris and I have crammed more activities into the last few months than we have managed in the 10 years of our relationship, and we will continue to live our lives on fast-forward.
John Gray discusses his book: Venus on fire, Mars on ice. It’s also a short and uncomplicated introduction to the effects of stress on different diseases and the difference between men and women on a hormonal level with consequences for the stress response. Very clear although somewhat simplified presentation about these matters.
Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn (July 15, 1606 – October 4, 1669) was probably the most famous and best painter and etcher of The Netherlands. His most famous painting being The Night Watch (De Nachtwacht) . He was born was born on July 15, 1606 in Leiden. He became quite old for those days, he died at age 63 while the average life expectancy in those days was 44. Nevertheless several investigators have diagnosed him with several illnesses. These diagnoses were based on the minor physical aberrations seen in his self portraits or stylistic style changes.
Since he left a lot of self portraits recently 8 self portraits were analyzed and assessed medically and artistically with modern techniques such as graphic software. An objective and subjective description of the artist’s aging physiognomy was performed and published.
The researchers probably had to travel a lot since his paintings are owned by different museums distributed in Europe and the US.
In previous publications Rembrandt was diagnosed with various medical conditions such as temporal arteritis, hypothyroidism, rosacea, or rhynophima. The authors of a recent study could not confirm these diagnoses.
In our opinion, there is no concrete knowledge supporting any significant systemic problem, but we do suggest the possibility of melancholia or mild depression and chronic lead poisoning as open and relevant questions.
So in the end only probable diagnoses of depression or lead poisoning remained for Rembrandt. This is also the conclusion of another recent publication on the subject. According to these authors, Rembrandt probably suffered form depression after the death of his wife in the early 1640s. This conclusion is based on the interpretation of two paintings by Rembrandt in that period: Saint Jerome in a Dark Chamber and A Scholar at a Table by Candlelight.
The authors eloquently explain and suggest that Saint Jerome in a Dark Chamber is Rembrandt’s conflation and personal interpretation of Durer’s two master engravings Saint Jerome in his study and especially Melencolia 1. The last engraving being the most famous representation of depression or melancholia. In this last engraving the mysterious winged figure sits immobilized, her head resting on her hand, her eyes in a fixed stare.
According to the authors about the two paintings depicted above
….which we read as a metaphoric spiritual and psychological self-portrait of the artist as he suffered through his crisis of the 1640s, the descent into darkness (i.e., depression) marking his melancholy passage through his midlife period.
To my opinion to far fetched, it’s hard to distinguish depression from grief due to his wife’s early demise. So what’s left is lead poisoning. Lead powder was used as basis for all white color paint at that time. Painters in those days were exposed to lead by inhaling, cutaneous penetration, or via the gastrointestinal system. Symptoms of lead poisoning could easily be interpreted as depression: chronic fatigue, apathy, nervousness and neurological symptoms.
In order to diagnose a probable chronic lead intoxication we would need some tissue. Unfortunately he died on October 4, 1669 in Amsterdam, and was buried in an unmarked grave in the Westerkerk.
Friedman T, Westreich M, Lurie DJ, & Golik A (2007). Rembrandt–aging and sickness: a combined look by plastic surgeons, an art researcher and an internal medicine specialist. The Israel Medical Association journal : IMAJ, 9 (2), 67-71 PMID: 17348473 Schildkraut, J., Cohn, M., & Hawkins, H. (2007). Then Melancholy, Now Depression The Journal of Nervous and Mental Disease, 195 (1), 3-9 DOI: 10.1097/01.nmd.0000252263.74369.15
The Summer of 2010 is almost over, but The Fresh Air Fund still needs loving host families. They are looking for families in the following areas to host THIS summer Red Hook, Columbia County, Saugerties, Delmar, Guilderland & Altamont, Latham and Rensselaer, NY.