A Glimpse of Success

Honestly, I expected July to be a boring month. I'm home, its summer, not much can happen that is "blog worthy" or so I thought. I have had a glimpse of what my success could look like after college.

While driving to a speaking engagement, I got a phone call from the National Speakers Association. During the last week of school, I had applied for a $5,000 scholarship. I know, why add more stress to that week? I even questioned my sanity throughout that week. However, the craziness and stress of applying for that scholarship was worth it. I found out that I had won this month. I feel like I have had so many people believe in my ability to be a public speaker. This solidified everything that my high school speech coach did for me to my professor who encouraged me to apply. Elmhurst College is doing an article on me being a scholarship recipient which humbles me. The article will be published on their website. I'm just doing my best. What a blessing to be rewarded for it!

Another exciting thing happened this month! I became a published author! Chicago Special Parent published an article I wrote about daily life in college. I recognize that a great number of my readers have already celebrated this with me on Facebook but if you haven't read it and wish to, here is the link: http://www.chicagoparent.com/magazines/special-parent/2011-summer/in-our-shoes/student-with-cerebral-palsy-thrives-at-elmhurst-college

I've gotten an overwhelming amount of support in light of these achievements and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have been feeling confused about life after college. I know I want to go to graduate school but I don't know what I want to study. It's frustrating because I know I want to be a motivational speaker but I feel like I have so many talents and interests that need to be catered to also. I have to choose the program that will help me the most, is tailored to my interests and unique skill set, and lets me incorporate service in to my life. I had a frank conversation with my parents and graduate school is definitely the best option but I have to use Elmhurst College to find the best grad school program. In addition to feeling confused, my movement disorders have been significantly more pronounced which is the epitome of frustrating in my life. The good part is that they are the same types of movements; the bad part is that they are more frequent which does not make my life easier. This type of roller coaster ride with my body has happened before and it will happen again. These two incredible events have forced me to see the bigger picture and have served as glimpses of success in my life after college.

Love,
Hannah!

P.S. I think it’s incredibly ironic that I got that call from the National Speakers Association while driving to a speaking engagement. I have to point that out.

The Beginning of the End

I have been blessed enough to receive the MarianJoy Scholarship for four consecutive years. This was my last year receiving the scholarship. Tears came as I realized that it also meant my last year at Elmhurst. The scholarship committee asks all recipients prepare a speech upon receiving the scholarship. I delivered two heartfelt speeches to the scholarship committee and fellow recipients. I thought this was a good way to begin the end of Hannah's College Adventures.

This was a speech I delivered in 2009 right after completing freshman year.

It was countless hours of therapy. It was countless hours of my parents working with me on my exercises. It was my younger brother and sister going to therapy sessions. It was me learning how to use a communication device. It was me having the courage to say I can go to college. Those examples are just a few of the things that made me an independent young woman on August 25th, 2008, the day I started college. I went to college to learn academics but I ended up being educated by the tasks of my brand new life.

Education is a very broad term to me because of my lifestyle. Of course, it can be going to a classroom and taking notes. However, I have encountered education in different senses. I taught myself how to handle up to ten different women as my assistants. I learned not to call my mom if something goes wrong because she starts panicking. I learned that I have to be an active member on campus for everybody to feel comfortable around me. I learned that professors will not simply assign a note taker to me; I have to be the one to ask. I learned that you can recover from being turned away from a sorority, and three months later join the brand new sorority on campus; that felt good. I learned that family is the most important part of my life no matter where I am. I learned that there are ignorant people out there and as much as you hope and want to change those people, you cannot change them. I learned that there are some people who are understanding and accepting of differences and to focus on those people. I learned that when I am having a bad day, there will always be someone that I can turn to. I learned that when you succeed against the odds, it feels indescribably good and beautiful. Essentially, I learned that I have to teach myself how I as an individual with a physical impairment can have the freedom of independence. If I can say three words at the end of the day, I have succeeded for that day.

I may not be able to walk, talk, or eat by myself but if I can say I am independent, those three words, those daily obstacles will not seem to matter. In a world where everyone is so consumed with how they look, where they work, and what car they drive, if I can teach people that simply being independent for the day is an accomplishment, then every dollar that went into receiving my degree in communication will be worth it and if spreading this concept is what I do for the rest of my life as an motivational speaker I will be thrilled. I want to thank Marian joy for being a part of why I can say I am independent.

This was my final and last speech for MarianJoy.

As I stand here before you I am filled with gratitude. Going to college with a disability is the epitome of a challenge. You have to go to such great lengths and there have been a few days where I have thought to myself why am I doing this? On those days, I thought of tonight. I thought of the people here. I wanted to be here. You know, that call from the scholarship committee is always this feeling of I’m doing this well. To know I have done this well and to the best of my ability is reassuring to say the least. It’s always so nice to know that people in my shoes think I’m doing a good job.

This is my final year receiving this scholarship which is bittersweet. Receiving the scholarship has meant so much. I cannot put my gratitude into words. However, I am so excited for the first time recipients this evening. Each recipient is in for an incredible ride. As the seniors get ready to take a bow, they are just beginning their journeys as college students. That is so exciting to me! I remember the feeling of college being a mystery. Now it is my home. The journey in between consists of finding yourself, what you’re passionate about, and finding people who support your dream, whatever it may be. The thing about having a disability is that we have a unique perspective and because we have that, we have the power to challenge people. That is not what most young adults can say. For the last and final time here at MarianJoy, thank you to my family, they are truly heroic in the way they support me. I would like to give a warm thank you to my sponsors, Mr. and Mrs. Bruce and Joann Schurman. A final thank you to Marian joy for four years of faith in me, all I can say is thank you and God bless.

This brings me to the future...of the blog. I'll write about my personal future when I am ready. As for Hannah's College Adventures, the last post will be when I graduate from Elmhurst College. Don't worry! I will start a brand new blog. I have found a name for this brand new blog but it will be a secret until the new blog is launched. I have been thinking of the future of my blog since December. I love it too much not to put a lot of thought to my next blog.

On that note, I must reiterate how grateful I am for my readers...YOU!!! It started as a boring Saturday afternoon. It has become one of my rocks in the ocean of life and that is because of you.

In Gratitude,
Hannah!

A Sense of Success and Purpose

This month marked two significant events throughout this year for me. First, my junior year of college came to a graceful end. Following that, Will, my cousin’s child got baptized and I became his godmother.

Ending classes and moving out of my dorm was easier this year. I was incredibly worn out from the work I produced for two semesters. It is not easy but I did get four A's and one B which I'm proud of. I had a great but difficult first semester on top of a stressful January term and then I succeeded second semester. It is a decision to succeed and I am constantly making that decision. The definition of success to me is when you see the goal and try your very best; just to try something is succeeding in life. You don't have to be first place; you simply have to try running. I don't care about you winning trophies or awards, I care about the effort, I care about the heart, and I care about you in every aspect of that race. If you are collapsing during the race, you're not considering your well-being and that's important! If you don't run the race well, it won't mean as much, I can guarantee that! If the race is for others, or your resume, or something else, you won't truly succeed. Trying your best is succeeding. When you truly succeed, you feel it in your bones and your heart.

You can also feel your heart exploding when a baby is in your arms. William James Endres was placed into my lap and I immediately fell in love. This baby is my godson and he has already brought so much joy to my life. The weekend was consumed with our love for this little bundle of joy. When I was up there witnessing the baptism, I felt such an honor because out of everyone they could of chose, they chose me. They could have chosen anyone but I was their choice. It gave me another sense of purpose in this short life. I am grateful for the honor and privilege of being a godmother.

I was also blessed enough to speak at two schools this month. One school needed questions answered about college for students with special needs and the other school had a bullying issue that needed to be stopped by Hannah Thompson. I spoke to the special education students about the trials and triumphs of college life. I forgot how it felt to have college be a mystery instead of a home. They reminded me of why I go to college and that is to pave the way for others; I did not go to college simply for myself. I did it for kids like Rachel and Hannah who were the primary students I spoke to. They have a world of unique possibilities before them. I didn't go to say, "I did it", I went to make their lives easier. I make sure when I do big things, I do not do them solely for myself. I have the opportunity to make lives easier just by showing up for class. Who gets that? Who on earth is lucky enough to have that power? How could I not say I'm tremendously blessed?

When I spoke to the school about bullying, I ended with this: Each and every one of you has a light that will help the world shine. And that starts with not bullying other people because they happen to be different. I know you don’t want to dim the light of another person because then the world isn’t as bright as it could be. That would be such a sad thing.

After the speech, my sister attended a party with these same kids and I was in the car. They ran up to me like I was a rock star. I had an incredible sense of validation. I had touched these young children. That is why I know God wants me to be a motivational speaker. I feel a sense of success and purpose when I am in front of an audience. It's my place as a citizen of this earth.

When I say "God", what do I mean? I mean God, Brahman, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, Krishna, or simply the feeling you have when you succeed or have a sense of purpose.

Journeys That Make up Life

If you think about it, we take an extraordinary amount of journeys throughout the course of our lives. I have chosen to participate in three journeys recently.

It was a year ago that I really took an interest in my faith. During the beginning of that year, I thought about getting confirmed in the Catholic Church. I wanted to do it because I saw that this community was supporting me and any community who chooses to support me is a community worth my time. I started going to Catholic Students Association at the beginning of this year and I loved it. In December, I asked the Co-Chaplin of Elmhurst College, Kevin if he could help me with the process of confirmation. Well, Kevin personally took it on. After eight weeks of meeting once a week and creating an acquaintanceship with the local church, I was confirmed April 23rd! It was such a joy! In the process, I have become extremely close to Kevin. We were forced to talk about personal issues and share stories. I remember going to a meeting once during a particularly stressful week; after he asked how I was doing I started crying-the ugly cry. I felt so safe and comfortable with Kevin that I knew I was OK to break down. You all have to understand that Kevin opened up to me as much as I did so if I cry to someone, it means we have an equally open relationship. Kevin, along with my family, and two friends were standing by my side as Father Tony crossed my forehead with the oils. I was very proud of myself for finishing something that was just a small thought a year ago.

Another journey I've been actively participating in is one involving film. I had this idea to create a documentary way back freshmen year. I was starting to realize that my story had to be shared, certainly not bragged about but shared. Also, I was learning that some people had a very hazy vision of how I did things. I would use words and realize they were not enough. It was difficult to find a camera crew to say the least. I e-mailed twenty schools and explained my idea, only Columbia College was interested. The people that were interested are actually my parent’s friends. I am so grateful that they not only agreed to do it but are genuinely interested in sharing my story. So far, we have filmed a sorority meeting, class, and me getting out of bed along with interviews from friends and professors. Ultimately, the documentary will compliment my motivational speeches. This has been a dream come true!

The other journey I've been on is continuing the process of understanding how to be a good friend to others. The night of April 9th which was the night of my sorority formal was wonderful. I took Jimmy who is president of Alpha Sigma Phi and a true gentleman. He did not leave my side the entire night. I loved that he treated me like a complete lady and also walked me to the door just as his predecessor, Jeremy had done a year ago. Part of deciding to actively participate in a journey is sometimes as simple as being a good friend.

The thing about these three journeys that will and have contributed to enriching my life and happiness is that they probably do not apply to you. This is where you can think about what you have always wanted to do and MAKE IT HAPPEN! Nobody sat down with me and asked what two dreams I really wanted to accomplish this school year. I took the initiative! Yes, I recognize the fact that I am in college and have more free time and don’t have children to take care of. I get that you have kids, life partners, co-workers, and multiple other commitments and people to tend to but your dreams are still very important. So, if nothing else, take this post to remember how important YOUR dreams are and how dreams need attention to. Dreams are not just ideas to be stored away, they are for coming true!

Keeping You in my Dreams,
Hannah!

P.S. Camp! I have decided to go to a different session since I have slim to no chance of getting into my normal session. This session is about exploring the national parks of Minnesota so it should be very interesting with my ladylike personality but I still want to go since Camp serves for a time for rejuvenation more than anything. Most importantly, a huge thank you to my mother for moving the family vacation so I can go to Camp. That is not easy or something she wanted to do so I truly thank her for her never-ending selflessness.

Touching Hearts

This past Friday I had the opportunity to touch hearts. Well, in all honesty, I want it to be my life's work. I had the privilege of speaking to first year medical students about patients with special needs at the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago. This was part of my independent study which is all about building my portfolio as a public speaker. Deatra, the faculty advisor for my independent study was there along with my parents. I have such great respect for Deatra, otherwise known as Dr. Sullivan-Morgan. She has a physical disability and I've never had a professor or any authority figure with a disability so the experience has been amazing. Anyway, here is my speech to the first year medical students.

First, I want to thank RIC for making this possible. I think you are such an important group to understand what people with disabilities face. If you are not educated, then who is expected to be? You have a responsibility, in my eyes, because you work with people who expect you to understand. Before I dive in, I’ll tell you about myself. I am a junior at Elmhurst College and I am majoring in communication. My visit here is part of my independent study. As for my disability, I have athetoid cerebral palsy, and three different movement disorders, including dystonia. I’m going to talk about patients with special needs.

Special needs patients go to you, like average patients, essentially, when we’re having a crisis which is when we are pretty vulnerable. I am going to share my most recent trip to the doctor. I had a kidney stone in January and I was in a great deal of pain and I just wanted to feel relief. I was vulnerable because of several reasons. I was in a hospital bed, meaning that I could not use my DynaVox, which is my voice. Due to that fact, my parents were my voice which certainly is not the same as having my augmentative communication device. The second reason I was vulnerable was my family and I didn’t know what to expect. We did not know what worked and what did not. That was really hard for my family and me. The doctors did do their best to tell us what to expect however, looking back they could have had empathy. They could have asked specific questions about my condition even that would have made me feel better. That is why I started with this story; you’re going to be in many situations, not identical, but similar situations. I decided to focus on how you treat a caregiver, our everyday lives, and, the issue of privacy.

Most of the time, caregivers or parents will come to the doctor appointment. If it is a parent there, and the patient is a child or cognitively impaired adult, let them in because they need to know obviously. My parents still come and I don’t mind at all. However, in about five or six years, I may feel comfortable going to a doctor appointment with just a caregiver. Now, that is when you may have to ask the patient, if it’s OK for the caregiver to come in, or not. If not, that should absolutely be respected. What a doctor and a patient talk about is incredibly private. That shouldn’t be different whether the patient is able bodied or not. If the patient wants the caregiver to be in there, I have come up with general guidelines to follow. First, greet the patient before the caregiver. The patient is the one who requires your attention; the caregiver really should come second. I know from experience it is very annoying when doctors only would talk to my mom and dad. Even when it’s a young child, acknowledge them. But, do greet the caregiver after the patient. After you greet them and the appointment is moving along, you may want to ask if the patient had questions before they came to the appointment. If the patient uses a DynaVox or any augment communication system, they will probably have pre programmed questions ready for you. However, you may bring something up that solicits an impromptu question. You’re going to have to wait for the patient to type. We take a long time but we deserve our questions to be answered. Now, in this room, you’re nodding your heads like, of course I’ll wait, but if it’s a busy day and March madness is waiting for you at home, it is going to be so tempting to look to the caregiver and ask, what is he or she typing? Please don’t do that. It’s disrespectful and not respecting the patients independence. They worked hard to know how to use their devices, you’re their doctor, encourage their independence! On the flip side, the caregiver may have questions and that is appropriate. When you answer these questions, make sure when you answer your also looking at the patient. Caregivers or personal attendants do more than just go to the doctor with us.

I am going to talk about the role caregivers play in everyday life. It’s a fact, if Kim, my personal attendant Monday through Friday mornings, doesn’t come; I’m not going to get up out of bed, period. My personal attendants come for bedtime and mealtime. For mealtime, my assistants feed me. I cannot feed myself or give myself a drink. So, I’m incredibly dependent on my assistants. For bedtime, they take me to the bathroom, brush my teeth, apply my face wash, and put on my pajamas. Yes, it’s true, I cannot dress myself. They have to undo my bra, change my underwear, everything that, so called normal people take completely for granted. That is my next point, modesty.

I do not have an inch of modesty in my life. I need help showering, dressing, and anything that is personal care. I remember buying a couple of pair of underwear online. And of course, my assistant and I went to the mail room which is in our student union. My assistant wanted to open it up, like, oh sweetheart what did you get in the mail? I would not let her open it. She obviously understood my absolute panic when she saw what it was back in my dorm room. That is kind of the funny part of my story. The serious part of my story is I had to ask her to help me try them on. And, she of course was very respectful. But I couldn’t help but think, this is not what she woke up wanting to do but in the same breath, I would love to try my own underwear on. Modesty has a lot to do with privacy. I almost have no privacy. Let’s say I get a letter in the mail from my nana, and I want to put it someplace special and private, I can put it someplace private but another person is going to know where it is. This is where I find I have to force perspective on myself. My assistant is not going to go home and tell her boyfriend; Hannah got a letter from her nana today and put it in her jewelry box. No. It is not that interesting. And for my assistants, it is having a real, true respect for me so that we can have that trusting relationship. Now, being doctors, or almost doctors, it’s important to have trusting relationship with your patient. Now, you have probably heard that millions of times. But I’m going to go a little deeper and tell you, how. How to get that trusting relationship with patients. Respect. Being respectful of personal space, for example, if you want to get something out of a woman’s purse, ask first. May I open your purse? I highly advise you start with, may, because she can’t stop you. Of course you can, but get her permission. Same thing goes for men and wallets. If you ask, may I take that out of your purse, it has a completely different feel to it. Respect is everything.

At this point in the presentation, you must be wondering if I think all of this is worth it. The answer day in and day out is, absolutely without a doubt. Yes, it gets tiresome and hard but life is never boring. There is always something going on to thoroughly keep me motivated and laughing. And that is the best part of this life I choose to live. I have an incredible amount of independence. I have learned how to really and truly advocate for myself. I have made mistakes and have quickly learned from them. I get an education. I get the privilege of getting a degree. I think so many of us take going to college for granted and in no way am I saying, I wake up in the morning and just cannot wait to get to class, my first thought usually is, I want to sleep more. However, I do realize that I am incredibly blessed to be physically and cognitively able to attend college classes. And also, I have the opportunity to make friends. I didn’t really have friends before college, and now I have so many thoughtful and incredible friends that I could not imagine my life without. My life, it pretty much fits the definition of impossible and I love it!

Patients with special needs won’t see you every day. You’re our doctor, we want to come to you in our most vulnerable moments and when we want to know how we are doing. In vulnerable moments, we want empathy and understanding, when we’re in your office, we want your patience, and we also want you to understand that we deserve privacy too. I would like to thank RIC again for your time and I would love some questions.

I hope you enjoyed reading that. It was a thrill to present!

Unfortunately, I must end on a negative note which I hate doing in a post. I have received notice that I am on the waiting list for my beloved Camp Courage. I am number 16. I literally feel sick to my stomach at the idea of not going. See, they usually offer three adult sessions and due to financial reasons they only have one adult session. My heart is breaking as I write this. I'm literally on the verge of tears. I need Camp Courage in so many ways. It gives me hope and energy to live in an able bodied world. Readers, I try not to ask for much from you but I would appreciate it if you could say a little prayer or simply keep me in your thoughts. Thank you.

The presentation and Camp have one thing in common and that is the opportunity to touch people. That is all I want to do in this life. Touch hearts...

XOXO,
Hannah!