My short life has been eventful. Born on the island of the sun, raised in the eye of the eagle and living now in the heart of the dragon. Life in China is not the same as New York, or Barbados. Each transition meant lots of adjusting. Moving at 18 years old away from a large family on the small island paradise of Barbados to a huge metropolis was quite a transition. Then, after finishing my art degree in New York, getting married and bearing our son, we moved again to China. Our days are our families nights, and the differences in cultural traditions can be just as stark. My life condition also changed drastically as a new mother and wife complete with a new last name. I have often joked with my friends that each new place we move to I have a new name, and new identity it seems.
We have lived in China for 5 years so our experiences go a little beyond the traveling foreigner. In fact, the only home our son knows is China. After several tries with the insanely difficult written exam (see my earlier post) I recently got my driver’s license and have been driving here for about 4 months now. I’ve had 3 (small) accidents and I’m still not totally comfortable on the roads. I learned to drive in New York, which has a pretty bad reputation in America, especially because of Manhattan taxi drivers. Well let me tell you, they ain’t got nuttin’ on the average driver here. I’m working on developing my “balls of steel”. It really takes guts to drive here. Guts and a huge dose of patience, but mostly guts. Patience might get you flattened. It’s that serious. What American drivers call “chicken” is a regular driving tactic in Zhengzhou where we used to live. Hangzhou is much better, but I still say a short pray before and after driving, just in case.
I had another really interesting experience recently, surgery. Having never gone under the knife before, I had no idea what to expect. I needed to have a fibroid removed, a fairly common procedure it seems. Family have since told me that with laser surgery the process can even be done in a day or so. I’m not sure why that option was not available for me. Maybe I just don’t know how to ask the right questions. I was in the hospital for 8 days. The number eight is a very lucky number in China, so in fact I didn’t mind. I also happened to be living on the eighth floor in the eighth bed! 888, really, really lucky.
While in the hospital, I discovered something wonderful. I have lots of great friends in China. Several of the mothers of my students came to visit with fruit, gifts, and encouraging words. Almost all revealed that they also have or had a fibroid. Their enthusiastic greetings really cheered my soul at what I thought would have been quite a difficult time.
One student’s father is a doctor of internal medicine, Doctor Lu Wen. He was kind enough to inform his colleague of my situation. As a result the director of the department Professor Tong was my chief surgeon. His reputation precedes him, and rightly so. I am living proof of his handy work. I will be rocking a bikini this summer. You can check the pictures then and see for yourself (wink). Professor Tong has a sweet, calm spirit, and he really is an inspiration for what he has been able to accomplish in such a short time, as he is only a few years my senior. He has invited me to teach his son and his sister’s son, an offer I was very happy to accept.
Besides the gracious Professor Tong, the other new friends I made during that week were also quite special. I shared the room with 3 other very interesting women. I’ve added some pictures below. I just today started talking to the daughter of one of my roommates, and I think it will also be an important relationship 🙂
The most amazing part of my stay was my husband. He visited every day with home cooked meals and juices, clothing and whatever I needed. He spent one uncomfortable night in a cot made for people much smaller than him (thanks to Alex’s mom Feila for providing the cot without which I don’t know how he would have managed.) He helped to keep me fed, clean and entertained everyday, while taking care of our home and son. Thanks are also due to one of his students Candy, who took Alemayehu to her hometown for 5 days which was a great help, and who acted as my main translator for the hospital and insurance company.
I left the hospital healthier, rested, and spirits high, after one week of celebrity status. It really was a surprisingly up-lifting experience. I feel so blessed to be surrounded by lots of caring people. I’m especially happy to be with a partner who is willing to go so far out of his way to make sure I am comfortable. This experience is certainly one that will stay with me, close to my heart, and I hope sharing these experiences here helps my readers learn more of what it means to live in the heart of the dragon.