Thursday, September 25, 2014

This is your brain......on knitting!


It is no surprise that I love knitting.  It has been a the driving force that has kept me sane for most of my life.  However recently I was quite surprised to find out just how therapeutic it is for both mind and body.  In an article, "The Truth About Knitting" put together by the Craft Yarn Council, the results of many studies have shown just how good knitting can be.

Common wisdom has it that brain  and word games like crossword puzzles and math games like sudoku may help keep the brain sharp over time. But what about two sharp sticks and some yarn?
Yonas Geda, associate professor of Neurology and Psychiatry at the Mayo Clinic in Arizona, published a study in the Spring 2011 edition of The Journal of Neuropsychiatry & Clinical Neurosciences that validated crafters of all stripes. His research showed that people who engaged their minds by reading books, playing games or crafting had a decreased risk of mild cognitive impairment, a possible precursor to Alzheimer’s Disease and other forms of dementia.
“The study suggests that engaging in certain types of mentally stimulating acts,” Geda says, “is associated with decreased risk of cognitive impairment.”
Their study looked at 1,321 adults, ages 70 to 89, 197 of whom had been identified as already having mild cognitive impairment. Both the normal and cognitively impaired groups were surveyed about their activities within the last year.
The study demonstrated that using the brain might prevent losing it. The data showed that computer use, playing games, crafting, reading books and watching less TV resulted in a striking 30 to 50 percent decrease in the odds of having mild cognitive impairment.
Though the study didn't examine exactly how these activities might protect the brain, it did reference other works suggesting that mentally active people overall might live healthier lifestyles, maybe exercising and eating better, or that cognitive activity might promote the development of new neuro pathways—or cognitive reserves. In other words, staying mentally active through knitting and reading, etc. makes “deposits” to an individual’s brain “bank”; this can possibly buffer against Alzheimer’s Disease and other forms of dementia.

“Some people are normal when they die but show a neuropathological burden during autopsy,” Geda says. “They have cognitive reserves. One of the theories is that engaging in mental activities stimulates the development of these cognitive reserves.”

Another study was done looking at burnout and stress, using nurses this time.  In 2010, two Georgetown oncology nurses—stressed out by their jobs and graduate school—decided to use Project Knitwell for their thesis research. Personally aware of the incredible strain and loss oncology nurses experience, Lyndsay Anderson and Christina Urso wondered whether knitting might mitigate some of the burnout—or “compassion fatigue”—these nurses experienced. The grad students administered a survey to the nurses that measured burnout at two junctures: before learning to knit and 13 weeks later, after they had learned and been working with Project Knitwell volunteers.
 “Anecdotally we knew everyone on the unit was suffering,” Anderson says. “Nobody was doing fine.” Indeed all 39 nurses who participated showed some degree of compassion fatigue in the “before” test.
Each nurse was taught to cast-on and knit. In addition, Project Knitwell volunteers appeared regularly on the oncology units to fix mistakes and assist them in choosing new projects should they want to progress. Knit kits were also stashed on the oncology floors, so nurses could knit spontaneously.
The results were significant. Everyone’s burnout scores improved, especially the nurses who were the most burned out prior to the study. In answers to open-ended questions, nurses extolled the soothing rhythm of knitting and distraction from work-related fatigue. Though the sample was small, it was enough to convince hospital administrators to add Project Knitwell to its staff enrichment programs as well as provide sessions to graduating nurses.
“Oncology nurses really have nothing tangible to show for their work, because at the end of the day, their patients are still suffering,” explains Anderson, who’s now a family nurse practitioner in the hospital’s Ourisman Breast Health Center. “But if you have something artistic to work on, it does give you some sense of accomplishment.”
So basically knitting improves your brain....or you could knit a brain???

Seriously though, currently I am reading a book "Knit for Health & Wellness: How to Knit a flexible mind & more."  I am amazed at the work and study that has gone into just how knitting affects the brain.  The positive affects are staggering, and not just knitting, but crocheting as well.  One of my fears as I get older is to not have a sharp mind, to loose my memories, or not recognizing my loved ones.  Who knew that with every stitch I took, I was well on my way towards the very much desired goal of keeping my mind sharp as I age.  So knit one and purl 2...or use the equation below...

The link is a 12 minute video on the health benefits of crocheting and knitting...take a look!

Changing Global Health One Stitch At A Time

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Dear Knitting....

Dear Knitting,

Many people who see me ask what is on my needles.  Most of the year I can answer this question without blinking.  It is at this time...the last quarter of the year that I give my standard answer "a birdcage cover."  When I give this answer this is what most people think of.....
OK people, this is not what I mean.  Since I knit most of my Christmas gifts right in front of the people they are meant for, and since I have quite brilliant children who know this, I had to come up with a code.  So for everyone who is frustrated with my answer it is a birdcage cover, know that it is code for this.....
and you just might be the person I am knitting for.  

Happily Knitting,

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Crossroads....


Every summer our family would gather together in Salt Lake City for the Martin Family Reunion.  That meant that we ate a picnic and the children played while the adults talked.  It was pretty boring then and later as an adult I still thought it was boring.  However on drive from Pocatello we would stop at a spot that my Grandpa called Crossroads.  We were pretty happy to stop...we could finally go to the bathroom....there was a restaurant that we would get a good breakfast (except me, because I got so carsick) but it was one of those old-time diners where the waitresses were awesome and they usually found me some biscuits that would settle my tummy and a bucket just in case it didn't work.  Crossroads to me at that time was a break from our journey to and from home.  It was met with excitement and joy for the break from the back of the van.  For me, it was a time that my tummy was quiet.  Recently this term has grown to mean something very different for me.

I have always seemed to know my role in life....that of a wife and mother.  I have taken great joy in the role, raising my children, seeing the world through their eyes, seeing the wonderful people they have become.  I have loved being a wife.  There is just something about having your best friend beside you day by day to hold your hand and to love.  However my daily role as a mother is in a state of change.  I blinked and those precious children grew up.  And while they tell me they still need me, it is not the same as it was even a few years ago.  So I am at a crossroads.....

While I was in school, this didn't seem to bother me as much because I was so busy with homework and getting good grades.  Now, though I look at them and am proud of how self-sufficient they have become.  They are amazing!  I know the next step is for me to go out into the world and find a job, but that is new and sometimes new is scary.  

So here I am at a crossroads.  I am still a wife and a mother, but I need to find a job and make a plan for the next phase of my life.  Knowing this and knowing just how scared I am, I believe that I am going to have to adjust my attitude just a bit.  Perhaps the thing to do, is to look at this crossroads as I did as a child....as a break, something exciting to look forward to with joy.  Of course the queasy tummy I could do with out.....

Friday, August 22, 2014

Button, Button, Who's Got The Button?


As a child, I was fascinated with buttons.  Nearly all the older aunts and my grandmother had button jars that were full of treasures just waiting for me to find.  There were pearly buttons with "diamonds" all around that I was sure came from the dress of the queen herself.  Everyday buttons that I knew came from grandpa's worn out work shirt. Big buttons, little buttons, square buttons, round buttons, teeny, tiny baby buttons, red, blue, green, white buttons--button, button who's got the button?......so many I would spend hours separating them, sorting them, imagining them on my dresses and shirts.  At each aunts house, I had to look and see what had been added since the last time I had been there and of course I really kept on top of my grandmothers buttons.  Just the motion of running them through my fingers was joyful and calming.

My grandmother taught me button games with egg cartons that work sort of like Mancala, and she always seemed to have a button and string in her wallet.  The button was about 1 to 1 1/2 inch in diameter in which she ran string through 2 wholes.  She then tied the string and you would wind it up and pull. You knew you had done it correctly when the string pulled like elastic and the button made a whirring sound.  Oh how I loved that sound.

I guess it is no surprise that I have my own button collection that I have spent countless hours with my children running my fingers through, sorting and playing games with.  I see buttons and I sort of go crazy.  I love them almost as much as I love yarn.  There is just something about going through them that is a sort of treasure hunt and calms me after a stressful day or fills me with joy any day.  If a person came to me and with a bag of non-matching, assorted buttons---I would feel on top of the world.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Reflections of the Journey



I have been giving some thought to the progression of the difficulties that I have been going through for the past couple of months or so and the journey of overcoming them.  Here I was sitting on the precipice of a new phase in my life.  I had some health issues, but we were overcoming those.  I was ready to take my new degree and charge boldly into the world, conquering the information highway of health care records....then boom....car wreck.

During the journey of recovery, with physical therapy, occupational therapy and sensory therapy, I have become not only physically stronger, but spiritually stronger.  I have thrown my entire heart into doing my exercises daily and I am actually stronger, more balanced than I have been in years.  At the same time I have thrown my soul into prayer and the scriptures.  Truly feasting on the them in a manner that I haven't taken the time to do in many years-if ever before.  I can say that my soul delights in the scriptures. The Bible, Book of Mormon, scriptures for the next weeks Sunday School lessons and Relief Society lessons, Ensign, Friend.  I just keep on reading. They calm me and strengthen me.

I have also rediscovered my love of music.  I do not know why I allowed my life to be swallowed into silence, however music--all kinds fills me up inside in a way that is hard to describe.  When I am doing my exercises, I can do more for longer while listening to music on my MP3 player (which we keep constantly changing the play lists on) than when I just watch the others around me in the chatter of mundane things.  I close my eyes, and just work on which ever machine my PT specialist has me on...moving to the beat of whatever song is on, from Hymns to Jazz, Reggae to Rock, I have listened to it all and keep on moving.

Over-all I am a more balanced, stronger person than I was before this journey began.  I am still ready to go out and join the world of health information and health care records, but now the person they get will be a more whole person than before.  Stronger in spirit and stronger physically.  It will be good for all of us.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Physical Therapy


During the past few weeks, I have been dealing with some medical issues that have led me to need physical therapy, occupational therapy, and sensory therapy.  While this has been difficult, my doctors and therapists have incorporated my existing talents in a manner that has actually accelerated my rehab.  I am doing really good and moving along quite well.  I love the picture above, and at the beginning of all of this, it was something that really helped me, however as I have traveled along this journey, this picture below and the scriptures have given me more strength to go on day after day with therapy that takes literally all day to complete.  In my Heavenly Father, there is peace and strength.  


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Hello Old Friend....

It seems like forever since I posted anything on my blog.  I admit the last year of collage was tough, however I graduated and last Friday my diploma came in the mail.  I am not sure I have the words to express how I feel except BLESSED.  My family was such a great support and blessing to me during the entire four years, I know I couldn't have done it without them.  My mom and dad came from Idaho for the graduation, joining my children and wonderful husband (who kept their promise and dressed like the mafia with Bill dressing like a mob boss, even though my degree changed from HIT (HIT MOM) to HIIM.) As I raised my arms high above my head on the stand, I could hear them cheering for me.  It was a true, WOW, MOM moment.  Now it is time to move onto the next phase of my life.....going out into the world and finding a job.

 Me

Class of 2014 with Faculty

Graduating Class of 2014
Health Informatics and Information Management