OK, so I’m done, done, done. I defended my dissertation and walked in graduation the next day. It’s PhD now. It’s kind of like childbirth–later you don’t remember much. My committee said I did fine, I don’t know, I wasn’t there. As in, I was there physically, answered their questions to their satisfaction, and don’t remember anything else.
I have to say, I had a great committee, brilliant, committed, compassionate people who would have made the Marquis de Sade proud (just kidding). I got pushed right into the corner, and then driven right over the wall. Revisions were intense, times when your brain rebels about thinking of anything harder than where the bed, fridge and bathroom are, and yet forced to think creatively in that moment in spite of your exhaustion.
Here’s the thing about these gigs–medical school internships are based on the same principle–can you think responsibly, creatively and with insight when you are so tired you can hardly stand up and your mind metaphorically pukes at the thought of producing one more word, or making one more decision? Yes, yes, you can.
So, onward and upward. The book that the dissertation is based on will come soon and will be available on Amazon; The Anatomy of Death: Notes from a Healer’s Casebook, ebook and hard copy. It is a collection of stories of people I worked with as a medical intuitive as they were dying, and the things that I learned from them. It is a place we will all be at the end of our lives here.