Celeste Frenette remembers that she was pregnant and looks at her chaotic home.
She recalls pleading with her husband to clear the mess.
In that pleading moment, she knew she could no longer be herself.
This is one of the moments that inspired him to write the books.
He released his self-published book “A Season of Speciousness” on 17 November.
Her husband collected many items including games and toys in their home.
“He filled up so much of the house,” she said. His disorganization also filled his basement. He said he would take care of it, but he never did.
She suffered from a hoarding disorder but was unwilling to get help, she said.
So, when he was on a trip with his son, he employed someone to help him clean his house.
They separated two years ago.
Frenet’s book, ‘A Season of Speciality’, weaves together poems, prose and photographs. A supply description says: “This collection, written by a former palliative care nurse who is all too familiar with the need for tenderness in this world, is a thematic exploration of birth and death, loss and hope, transformation and healing. Celeste invites you on a journey of self-affirmation that will empower you to set boundaries when you need to, trust your body, and love yourself as generously as you love others. Here, tenderness is a There is virtue, and suffering is not an insurmountable path, but a path to compassion and growth. No matter how much you have struggled in life, magnanimity will allow you to deepen your intuitive wisdom and, above all, find yourself calls to come home.
He had very meaningful experiences related to patients.
Frenette relates the experience of her first year as a registered nurse. “I was assigned to work with Harold, the grumpiest, irritable man on the ward. He ordered us… none of the nurses wanted him as their patient, but I didn’t mind. To be honest, I love a good challenge.”
Harold had terminal cancer. Their children lived far away and rarely came to visit. After work, Frenette would take her charts to Harold’s room. “Mind if I park here to work on my charts?” he nodded. At first they didn’t talk much, but as time went on they started sharing stories. He used to be a professor. He was a strict father with his children. His eyes became moist while talking about his children.
As his condition worsened, he became weaker and less likely to speak. But his rough edges softened. “Harold was conscious and passed out on his last day, and when my shift ended, I just couldn’t go on. I didn’t want him to be alone. I stayed at the hospital that night, got him tea, sat down and held his hand. We didn’t talk. He couldn’t tell me any more stories. He squeezed my hand, and that was all he said. I stayed with him till his last breath. It’s easy to see someone who has compassion , seems to lack compassion or respect and dismisses him. It is also easy to be unkind.
Frenett has lived in Newmarket since 2017.
Previously, she lived in Keswick, Holland Landing, and Markham.
Here are some sample quotes from the book:
“It’s not going to be okay but you will be okay. Everything is going to fall apart, more than once you will suffer loss you didn’t think you could bear and it will hurt and you will cry and you will give up” But you won’t.
“Let’s be honest. Wanting to be liked, editing yourself, walking on eggshells, walking the narrow and impossible path of a false sense of acceptance from people you don’t even really like, is exhausting.
Source – yorkregion