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Archive for the month “January, 2009”

In Case of Emergency

Although it took six flights and nearly 24-hours, I was grateful nothing interrupted my travel so severely as to bring it to a halt. After the snow in New York, ice at every airport and ultimately the question of whether or not Mt. Redout would erupt before I made it home.

Now I am home and Mt. Redout continues to rumble. I doubt Redout will blow but there’s nothing more comforting than being prepared. Any number of emergencies can happen in Anchorage, AK. Blizzard, earthquake, volcanic ashfall top the list of events for which we should prepare.

My husband and I have talked about emergency preparedness but we failed to take action until now. We’re ready with food and water and flashlights and we have resources to guide us in our survival:

There are general guideline and instructions for specific disasters. Included is helpful advice for people with disabilities as well as caring for kids and pets during various crises. The Center for Disease Control has information on preparing for both natural and man-made disaster.

All the information can be overwhelming but take some time to break it down. Set your priority. What is the most likely incident to occur in the area where you live? How are you most vulnerable?

Prepare your household and your family. One item and one step at a time. Stick to it and in a short time, you will be ready for the greatest challenges that may strike.



After six itinerary changes, five airports and zero sleep, I landed in Anchorage. Somewhat disoriented and mildly displaced I wandered through the house. John asked me questions about what I’d like to eat and I couldn’t answer. Everything felt vague.

I expected this feeling after being away and in a high-stress situation for three weeks. But I also expected the joy of arrival to overwhelm everything. When I saw John, I wanted to cling to him like a silly teenager. I wanted to cry.

For the last 30 hours I’ve wanted to cry. Occasionally my crying muscles contract, my throat clenches, my sinuses fill and I think the dam is going to break. So far it just keeps filling.

The pain of the last few weeks must be greater than I imagine. Numbness set in and memory failed. caregiving isn’t for sissies and I am a sissy.

I expected Mom to need more physical care and that small part of it I could handle, even enjoy as I felt a sense of purpose. I cleansed and re-dressed the open wound on her tailbone. I put lotion on her feet. I even shaved her legs. I felt like I was adding value to her day.

Emotional care was what she really needed and I didn’t then, don’t now, and never will have anything to offer her in that area. Before I went on this journey I prepared my emotional defenses and they held up well. However, now I’m quite certain there was a leak in my armor and there is now a small but lethal toxic waste holding tank deep in my brain and the only way I can be rid of this sense of numbness is to re-process these toxins.

I’ve departed from and re-entered my life on many occasions. When I lived in New York City I went on annual backpacking trips in the Rocky Mountains. Coming back was always a shock. But both the world I lived in and the world I visited were beautiful and joyful.

Now I am trying to re-enter my beautiful and joyful life in Anchorage after visiting a world that is filled with the misery of my childhood, an intense isolation and relationships lost in complete dysfunction. It’s as if there is an oily film over my eyes and nerves and heart. The harder I try to wash it away, the more persistent it becomes.

I wish there was a magic soap, a simple answer, a stronger antidepressent. The only cure is probably time mixed with patient understanding. I thought re-entry would be simple. I thought I was leaving one place and returning to my home and family. But we never truly leave anyplace, anyone or any experience behind.

A Million Miles

Forty miles from New Lebanon. I feel relieved, relaxed and almost rejuvenated. And deeply deeply tired.

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