We Are Worthy

I had a good therapy session today. I have been struggling with a lot of things lately, often related to how other people see me and how that negatively impacts my self-esteem and mental health. When COVID-19 put me into isolation, I finally started seeing a therapist. I let you know that I would let you follow along in this journey. Today was a very important day.

For the first time in my life, I could say and believe that, “I am worthy.” Not because of actions or achievements, but by nature of being alive, by nature of being, I am worthy.

I am worthy of love.
I am worthy of respect.
I am worthy of responsibility for my actions.
I am worthy of responsibility for my inactions.
I am worthy of life.

I want you to know that you are worthy as well. You are not alone if you have struggled with this concept. Today, I cried for the last 41.5 years of my life that I missed out on knowing and believing this. It is never to late to learn.

#YouAreWorthy #IAmWorthy #WeAreWorthy #NotOneMoreVet #NOMV


Today marks the 32nd day that I have been in isolation after having a possible COVID exposure and signs develop. I have not been able to be tested, so have been told repeatedly to just stay in isolation until I have gone 72 hours without any symptoms (no cough, no low grade fever, etc.). It has been hard, but I realize many people have it much worse than I do. I have some money saved in the bank. I have people that check in on me. I know that I am loved. I know that even though I am isolated, I am not truly alone. I have my people near and far – we are still together (thank you internet!!).

Photo Credit Brian Pasko     https://brianpasko.com


A veterinary colleague shared a story from her work today that hit me in the gut. Her patient needed to be euthanized and although the owner couldn’t be physically present for euthanasia due to the current COVID protocols, she let him know he could be present via Facetime or whatever program.

His response broke my heart. He said, “I get it. I’m a respiratory therapist. We’re doing terminal extubations by Zoom right now.”

As a veterinarian, I know I have medical training that would be helpful on the human side (even though humans are the one species I am not licensed to work on). I have signed up to help where I am needed, if and when I am needed. Today, with this conversation, I finally realized what I really want to do on the human health side.

I want to be someone that sits with the COVID patients. Someone that can give general updates to the family (because the doctors and nurses have been so busy it can’t always happen as frequently as families would like). Someone that can just be there for the people so that they are less alone. I know veterinarians snuggle our patients all up when they are hospitalized, but the human side can’t do that. I want to try and help decrease the psychological pain that these people are going through – before and after intubation and extubation. I know that this would also be helpful for non-COVID patients that are hospitalized. Loneliness is real. Hospitalization is scary.

I don’t know if this is possible. I don’t know if someone is already doing this. I know the risk. I know how to maintain proper bio-security measures. I know how to be there.

I don’t know if this is something other people would do. I hope so. I hope that there can be a way to make this happen. If you have contacts, please let me know. Have them contact me.

What would you like to do? What have you done?
How would you like to make a difference? How have you made a difference?

Are you a teacher that is struggling to meet the needs of your students? Have you dropped off their homework or done a car parade? Are you a parent that is now working from home and helping to supervise your children’s’ education while trying to hold it together and still have made masks or treats for others? Are you home alone trying to keep it together; reaching out to your friends and loved ones? Share your stories!

We can’t do this alone. We need to come together, while staying physically distant.

#WeAreTheCavalry #WashYourHands #InThisTogether #YouAreNotAlone #BrianPaskoIsAnAmazingPhotographerAndFriend #BrianPasko

The Easter Bunny

I was all set to write an amazingly thoughtful evaluation of the first Easter and Easter 2020. That was completely derailed by my amazing nephew, Trenton. I love this kid so much. He is thoughtful. He is caring. He loves animals. He is an amazing young artist. My sister shared Trenton’s card to the Easter Bunny.

Trenton’s card to the Easter Bunny

But, wait! There’s more!!

Trenton’s card to the Easter Bunny (inside)

I love this kid! The card reads “Dere easter bunny take the $ you deserve it”

May your Easter be blessed and may your family bring you joy.

#WashYourHands #WeAreTheCavalry #COVID19Easter

#EasterBunny #OhTrenton

#JesusSaves #HappyEaster

Thanksgiving and Christmas for Easter?

During this time of chaos, many people are home and finding all sorts of things to keep them entertained. A wonderful friend of mine has been going through boxes as they have moved relatively recently (but who has time to get to all of those extra boxes?). Emily came upon this wonderful letter that her son, Jameson wrote many years ago.
Letter from Jameson to Santa

Emily shared on Facebook what this letter means, “Jameson wrote his name in cursive, still believed in Santa and was “checking in” with Santa to encourage him. He never asked for a thing, though he was a sycophant in some ways😊💕 He hopes Santa will get a head start on his work so he doesn’t run out of time and wasn’t depressed, and hoped he was respectful of Mrs. Claus and the elves. He also wanted Santa to know that if he ran out of toys to remember that people “adore you for who you are”…and remember “you get to take at least 5 snack breaks” and to have fun and just be yourself.”

To this day, Jameson, at almost 17 years old, is still wonderful and caring. Helping his younger sister with her schoolwork and tackling yard work without any prompting. An amazing kid has grown into an amazing young man.

We all need to remember to look out for those around us. Let those that we care about know that we care. An old fashioned letter or card is pretty exciting these days (just let it sit for 24 hours before opening it!). Helping a neighbor or friend that can’t get out of the house. It is not just the elderly and immunocompromised that need help. Parents need a lot of it right now. Single parents that can’t go to the store due to only one person being allowed in. Healthcare workers that can’t risk going to the store after working with COVID-19 patients all day. Even Santa Claus needed someone to let him know that he wasn’t alone. It took 7 year old Jameson to teach us that.

Thank you, Jameson.

Remember #WashYourHands #StayAtHome #WeAreTheCavalry

Why do I do what I do?

Four years ago, I joined a small group of veterinarians in a group called Not One More Vet on Facebook. Two years ago, I joined that group as an admin to add individuals to the group after verifying that they were in fact graduate veterinarians. We went from about 2,000 people to currently over 16,000 members. In 2017, the other admins and I started a 501c3 non-profit, Not One More Vet, Inc.

Today, we published a blog post from one of our members, Guided by Something…. As I read this blog post, tears streamed down my face. Why do ask? Because lately, my physical and mental health has been suffering. I haven’t had the chance to take care of myself. I have been sick in mind, body, and spirit. I have been feeling lost and as if nothing I do matters. That I am not enough. Even though I still do not feel 100%, I realized that little and big things happen all the time that I don’t know about. I realized that if my other admins and I had not been here to manage NOMV, to add this author to the group, to give a bit of ourselves every day to thousands of others, then this life may be not be with us any longer.

This week is Veterinary Technician Week. A week to celebrate the wonderful work that the technicians do to promote animal health. If you haven’t already, please go to your local veterinary clinic with a little treat, send a card, or a pizza. Let the technicians, and the entire veterinary staff know that you care. You too, can be a part of saving a life.

Travel, Lots of Travel

It has been awhile since I have posted a blog as life has been crazy busy for the last few years, but it seems like forever. Between relief work throughout Wisconsin and Alaska, the mission to Mongolia, veterinary conferences, as well as Not One More Vet events, I have barely had a moment to just sit (other than on an airplane or in a car/bus/train).

Moose in Wasilla, Alaska

On March 31st, I left home to spend 5 weeks working in Alaska, followed by a week at the Estonian University of Life Sciences, specifically at the veterinary school. While in Estonia, my Not One More Vet colleague, Dr. Carrie Jurney, and I spoke about The Science of Happiness. Seven groups of veterinarians, veterinary students, and veterinary technicians came through the doors to listen to the initial lecture and then attended workshops where we worked through emotional intelligence and crisis intervention. Our wonderful hosts took us to learn how to blacksmith with Mart Salumaa at Eesti Põllumajandusmuuseum! Seriously, this was one of the coolest things I have ever done!

Melanie and her initial hammer strikes

Carrie, Mart, and Melanie after successful blacksmithing!









Old Town Tallin, Estonia


I found the Mongolian Embassy in Estonia!

On May 13, 2018, I arrived for the first vacation to do nothing that I can remember taking. I was not there for a wedding, a conference, or work. I was there to rest my brain and body and to spend time with my sister and her family in the United Kingdom. I was able to sit, to sleep, to read, to lay in the grass with the sun shining on me, to play with the kids, and of course Dr. Mario marathons with my sister. I had the joy of meeting some wonderful people, including veterinarians that I have only known by name and Facebook picture.

Melanie and sister, Kayla, at Isaac Newton’s house in the orchard.

Relaxing in the garden, soaking in the rays

Relaxing and letting my body rest was so important. I need to do this more often – resting. I suspect that you may need this, too. Please take the time to take care of yourself in this super busy world that we live in. Busy is not a virtue, although it appears that we may have tried to make it so.

This is not good-bye, it is see you soon!

Goodbyes are hard, so we will focus on just seeing each other later!

When is your next vacation? Will you at least take a 10 minute break?



Perspective on September 11

This day, September 11th, always touches my soul in many ways. Since my last post of this kind, I have had so many more things happen in my life. My business has grown, and I am busier than I ever thought I would be. I am a part of saving lives on a daily basis through Not One More Vet, Inc., the non-profit that I am blessed to be a part of, with the goal of preventing suicide in the veterinary profession. Hurricanes Harvey and Irma have caused devastation around the Caribbean and the southern USA mainland. My heart is broken for the devastation, especially that in the Virgin Islands where a part of my heart was left behind after working there in 2014 and 2015. I am in preparation now for heading down to help with relief efforts in Texas after Hurricane Harvey, but my heart longs to help in the US VI. Please extend your love of the world to those around you. Offer a piece of yourself and your life to someone else. The only way that we will solve the problems of our world is to extend our hands, ourselves, our supinator.

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I am reposting my thoughts from September 11, 2013, because it says the words that still need saying. My life has changed since this day 14 years ago, my life has changed since this day 2 years ago. Fourteen years ago, I was shocked by what had happened while I was focusing on my dreams of becoming a veterinarian. Two years ago, I was in a new job and loving it. One year ago, I was relieved of my position at that job with no warning, no explanation. Today, I am still saddened that our world is filled with so much hatred and anger. I am still hopeful that we will learn the lessons of the supinator muscle – even if it is one person at a time, one life at a time. I am mourning the lives of those that have  been lost – to terrorism, to war, to suicide (this week is Suicide Prevention Week – please pay attention to those that are around you, a kind gesture or words of support could save a life), to disease, to malnutrition. I celebrate my life and business (that change in employment status lead to the development of my own business!). Our lives are never all happiness or all pain. We live in a dichotomy of feelings. Happiness. Sorrow. Pain. Joy. Fearfulness. Confidence. I am amazed at how we can be so many things at one time. Embrace them all as they all are apart of our humanity.

Take time today to hug someone you love. To meet someone new. To stretch your comfort zone, just a bit, to help someone in need of friendship.  Start to build a relationship with someone based on dignity and respect.

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Today is September 11, 2013. It is amazing how different and yet how similar the world is compared to 12 years ago. Where were you and what were you doing 12 years ago today? I was sitting in the anatomy lab at the University of Wisconsin – Madison School of Veterinary Medicine dissecting the supinator muscle. I will never forget that muscle and what it does. The supinator allows the front leg (or arm) to rotate the paw (or hand) toward the other paw (or hand). I remember my professor telling us, “The supinator allows the hand to rotate as if you are holding a bowl of soup.” When I think of this position, I think of giving and sharing. It was a contrast of thoughts within my mind – hostility and aggression versus gifts and renewal.

As information came out about what was happening in New York, Washington, D.C., and Pennsylvania, my head was spinning. I was forced to face some of my deepest fears and anxieties. One might ask why as I was thousands of miles away from the destruction on the east coast. I was “safe” in Wisconsin. The planes crashing and the towers falling, shook me to the core. For years, I had struggled with depression and anxiety – specifically anxiety that if someone was even 5 minutes late, then they either hated me and were not going to show up or that they were bleeding to death on the side of the road and I was thinking horrible thoughts about them hating me. The thing about depression and anxiety is that there is rarely rational thought within the mind at the time. I was suddenly imagining that I was the person in the building or the plane that could not get to their family. I was the person that was left wondering, wishing that their loved one would come home, yet never would.

We were given the option of going home, to leave class and do whatever we needed to do. I couldn’t leave, but I couldn’t stay. I decided to walk around the building and a friend offered me a cell phone to call my friends on the east coast to make sure they were alright. While I was walking, I heard the radio announcing the fall of the second tower. I went back into the lab, shared the news, and sat down with my partners. I sat back down to focus on something that I could control, to focus on the supinator – the muscle of giving and sharing.

As our world now struggles with thoughts of Egypt and Syria, of continued unrest in places all over the world, I hope and pray that leaders of all nations learn the lesson of the supinator. To turn away from violence and instead focus on healing, giving, and sharing. To share ideas, thoughts, and feelings. To give food and aid to the people that are down trodden. Every major religion that I have studied shares the same basic tenants – to take care of the poor and the sick. I know that religion sparks many wars and acts of evil, but that is not the intent of any of those religions. I am saddened when the will of man destroys what is beautiful in this world. Please, leaders and followers of our world, stand up and respect each other. Sit down to a bowl of soup, a cup of tea, and learn to love each other, not in spite of, but because of our differences. Your supinator allows you to turn your hand into a hand shake, not into a fist. Let us learn from our supinator.

Five Days to Go

I have 5 days to raise the initial payment for my Mission to Mongolia. My goal is raise $10,000 to cover specific fees for staying in Mongolia, travel costs, rabies titer, passport fees, and incidental costs that arise. In 2014, I actually ended up needing medical care while in Mongolia.

In 5 days, the initial $2,000 need to be in my CVM fundraising account. If you are interested in helping me reach my initial and final goal, I would greatly appreciate it! Please also keep myself, CVM, and the Mongolian people in your thoughts and prayers.

How to Donate to a Short Term Missions Account Online:

  • Go to http://www.cvmusa.org/ and then to Support > Short Term Missions.  Fill in the Designation box with a drop-down menu to “other” (at the bottom of the list). A white box will appear, and please enter in my account number (UCVSTM1655) and write in my name, Melanie Goble – ST Missions in that box. CVM will make sure it gets designated to my trip. Please let me know if you have questions.
  • Checks can be made out to Christian Veterinary Missions with “UCVSTM1655/Melanie Goble” on the memo line and mailed to Christian Veterinary Missions 19303 Fremont Ave N, Seattle, WA 98133 or given to me to mail in.

I can’t wait to see you again, my Mongolian friends!

Return Mission to Mongolia

I am happy to announce that I will be returning to Mongolia with Christian Veterinary Missions to train and mentor veterinarians in their small animal clinic in Ulaanbaatar, the capital city. I purchased my airline tickets this morning and will now start the journey of preparing my mind and soul, and raising the funds to travel.

Golden Eagle in Flight

Golden Eagle in Flight

My last mission to Mongolia in 2014 was a life changing experience. I left a portion of my heart in Mongolia with the loving people and the vast, amazing landscape of the countryside.

When I returned from Mongolia in 2014, I unexpectantly was removed from my job, but that provided me with the amazing push to start my own business, Renewed Strength Veterinary Services.  A lot has changed for me in the last 2 years, but thankfully, I am a stronger, and hopefully better person than I was before.

Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I move forward on this journey.

If you are interested in supporting this mission or would like more information, please let me know. You may also go to the “Mission to…” page on this blog to learn how to donate. Please, take a moment to leave a message of missions you have been on or how someone has been a blessing in your life.

Thank you and God bless you!

Feces occurs

Last night, after spending the day with one of my best friends, her son, and new baby and then the evening with my sister and two of my nephews, I learned of a colleagues ultimate horror. The loss of her mother, unborn child, and husband all within 6 weeks. I can’t imagine the pain or how to get through it all without wanting to die along with them. Another colleague, David, has posted in his blog the words that I could not come up with. Thank you, David.

Life Along the Edge

A woman I don’t even know and almost certainly will never meet, a veterinary colleague who is part of a Facebook group to which I belong, has had unspeakable tragedy. Six weeks ago she lost her mom. Four weeks ago, she had a miscarriage. As I write this, only hours ago her husband was killed in a bike accident.

What do you say to someone to whom this has happened? Maybe they should have just forwarded that damn meme and Jesus would have blessed them?

Why is life so un-fucking-fair? Visit any pediatric cancer center and you’ll ask yourself that question in your sleep. Times like this I am glad I am not a pastor. Not that I haven’t thought about it. I think I am empathetic enough and the world needs more non-judgmental spiritual leaders. On the other hand the world definitely does not need a foul mouthed, whiskey…

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