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O.T. Latest on Jessica. July 20th '05
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Well since Mac posted on the other thread asking about Jessica I'll post what I know here since the post at the top of the thread was the latest info a couple of days ago.
I don't know very much at all unfortunately.
Stella called me this morning about 10:30 CDT and told me that Jessica's hematocrit, I think it was, was 6.6 and that the powers that be were bringing up two units of blood for Jessica.
I didn't know what a hematocrit was but 6.6 sounded bad too me along with the news about two units of blood. Barb looked on one of my old blood test's and found that 40-60 on a grown man's hematocrit was normal.
Sure doesn't sound right at 6.6 and I may have misheard but don't think I did because I asked her again and then again but naturally Stella was upset and not speaking real clearly.
Stella told me that the nurses had asked for pain management to come up and do something at 8:30 EDT and that they still hadn't made it.
And about then Jessica started moaning, tore my heart out, and Stella was calming her down.
Stella was getting ready to call Dallas to raise some hell so Jessica could get some pain relief, this was needed on top of an epidural she already had.
Then Stella had to go....
I've held off calling because I didn't want to chance waking Jessica if she was asleep, or if Stella was.
Even I forget sometimes that Stella has her own health problems.
And I've expected "the" call all day long hoping it wouldn't come. I don't know what is keeping Jessica alive and all I or anyone else can do is keep praying that things be fixed up in a good and gentle way even though there's sure as hell not been anything gentle about Jessica's suffering.:grumpy:
I was hoping that Stella would call and update me this evening but I know she has her hands full.
I do know that if she doesn't call by 11:00 or so our time in the morning I am calling her whether I wake anyone or not.
The not knowing is almost as bad as being there. I can still hear Jessica moaning so pitifully.
I just wish there were more that I could do. It's hell to be helpless when one of your kids is hurting.
I don't know very much at all unfortunately.
Stella called me this morning about 10:30 CDT and told me that Jessica's hematocrit, I think it was, was 6.6 and that the powers that be were bringing up two units of blood for Jessica.
I didn't know what a hematocrit was but 6.6 sounded bad too me along with the news about two units of blood. Barb looked on one of my old blood test's and found that 40-60 on a grown man's hematocrit was normal.
Sure doesn't sound right at 6.6 and I may have misheard but don't think I did because I asked her again and then again but naturally Stella was upset and not speaking real clearly.
Stella told me that the nurses had asked for pain management to come up and do something at 8:30 EDT and that they still hadn't made it.
And about then Jessica started moaning, tore my heart out, and Stella was calming her down.
Stella was getting ready to call Dallas to raise some hell so Jessica could get some pain relief, this was needed on top of an epidural she already had.
Then Stella had to go....
I've held off calling because I didn't want to chance waking Jessica if she was asleep, or if Stella was.
Even I forget sometimes that Stella has her own health problems.
And I've expected "the" call all day long hoping it wouldn't come. I don't know what is keeping Jessica alive and all I or anyone else can do is keep praying that things be fixed up in a good and gentle way even though there's sure as hell not been anything gentle about Jessica's suffering.:grumpy:
I was hoping that Stella would call and update me this evening but I know she has her hands full.
I do know that if she doesn't call by 11:00 or so our time in the morning I am calling her whether I wake anyone or not.
The not knowing is almost as bad as being there. I can still hear Jessica moaning so pitifully.
I just wish there were more that I could do. It's hell to be helpless when one of your kids is hurting.
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Gone, but not forgotton. RIP Ira.
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What a horrific thing for a young person to deal with.
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you Yvsa.
Versy sad indeed...................................
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you Yvsa.
Versy sad indeed...................................
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Yvsa, yesterday the phone rang, and a semi-coherent Daughter-in-law called asking me to pick her up so she could follow her son to Riley Children's Hospital. Grandson Chris literally broke his neck on one of those 'Moon Walk' carnival rides, and was unable to move either arms or legs. What really shook my tree was arriving there and seeing my 6'9" 300 pound son Steve in tears. It was a hour or so before I got a chance to see Chris and by that time he was wiggling his fingers! Several hours later he was pushing against the doctor's hand with his toes. Verdict, a fracture of C2 below the skull and a lot of torn ligaments. Another kid had dropped on him with a knee to the neck. Kept Chris overnight for obsevation, but they're sending him home today with a collar!!! The church had the prayer chain going before we even got there; PRAYER WORKS! Now the funny part, Chris' older brother Big Zack (a teenager) met a girl from the church who rode with us (a student of mine from last year who was visiting us), and the two of them just stood in the waiting room lost in each other's eyes, despite people rushing around them. We got home last evening but the kids kept the phone hot til 4AM 
Ain't hormones great?
Prayers for you and yours continue from Indiana
Ain't hormones great?Prayers for you and yours continue from Indiana
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I share the hope of all others that medicine will advance quickly & heal Jessica.
I wish I could say or do something to make it all better, but I cannot.
What does come to mind is the great inspiration I felt many years ago, when I read Black Elk Speaks, and The Sacred Pipe.
Among other things, I remember his being very saddened, & feeling very helpless, as he was seeing the apparent destruction of his people.
I will always remember the image of him feeling this way, & then going out to pray, & the rain suddenly falling gently upon him in answer.
It didnt change the situation at that point, but it did strengthen him.
He did not give in to despair. Instead, keeping the faith, & continuing to walk his path in the face of that dark valley, was his strongest prayer in response to his situation.
I also remember reading of the sundance, in which people offered up (voluntary) suffering, as a powerful prayer. The offering up of any suffering, the dutiful acceptance of karma, etc., etc. is a real and powerful part of many spiritual traditions. Although they differ on the details, the general concept is the same.
We are bigger than our current lives. Many spiritual traditions believe in life after death, and expect to be reunited with deceased loved ones. The pre-Roman Celts even made contracts to loan out money in this life, with the stipulation that it be repaid in the next !
So, hard as it is, keep your eyes on the prize, to live happily with all of yours forever, by being the best & truest child of God that you know how to be in this life, wherever your path leads. (Much easier said than done; I hope I can remember & follow my own advice, if I am ever in your shoes).
Prayers.
I wish I could say or do something to make it all better, but I cannot.
What does come to mind is the great inspiration I felt many years ago, when I read Black Elk Speaks, and The Sacred Pipe.
Among other things, I remember his being very saddened, & feeling very helpless, as he was seeing the apparent destruction of his people.
I will always remember the image of him feeling this way, & then going out to pray, & the rain suddenly falling gently upon him in answer.
It didnt change the situation at that point, but it did strengthen him.
He did not give in to despair. Instead, keeping the faith, & continuing to walk his path in the face of that dark valley, was his strongest prayer in response to his situation.
I also remember reading of the sundance, in which people offered up (voluntary) suffering, as a powerful prayer. The offering up of any suffering, the dutiful acceptance of karma, etc., etc. is a real and powerful part of many spiritual traditions. Although they differ on the details, the general concept is the same.
We are bigger than our current lives. Many spiritual traditions believe in life after death, and expect to be reunited with deceased loved ones. The pre-Roman Celts even made contracts to loan out money in this life, with the stipulation that it be repaid in the next !
So, hard as it is, keep your eyes on the prize, to live happily with all of yours forever, by being the best & truest child of God that you know how to be in this life, wherever your path leads. (Much easier said than done; I hope I can remember & follow my own advice, if I am ever in your shoes).
Prayers.
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Doing that, along with Barbie and my family, is the only things keeping me from walking into the woods never to come out again right now.Relief 9/12 said:
Following the Old Ways is never easy but it is very rewarding in spite of the pain and misery encountered along the journey.
I will endure until my time because I have to in order to be who I say I am.
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Yvsa,
I can add nothing to the above. There is little anyone can say. I wish that I had a magic answer, beyond hope for a relief from pain.
I know that God never works on just one person at a time. We are all in this with you to the best of our abilities.
There are times when we would all like to "walk into the woods," but we don't. Anne and I just returned from a vacation and there are a mountain of problems facing me.
But no problems like you are facing, my friend and brother.
The pain of watching a loved one suffer is one of the greatest. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of how unfair this is.
A friend had a small son who had an abcess in his ear. It had to be lanced. The doctor could not use an anesthetic. He told the father that he would have to hold his son while the doctor lanced it and that the pain would be extreme. And the father would have to hold his son's head still while the doctor worked.
He held his son and the doctor worked. The son screamed, "Why are you letting him do this to me?" The father had no answer the son could understand.
Maybe the Father is holding you right now. I don't know. Even though I hold a Doctorate in religion, I don't know. I don't understand. No one does.
Sometimes it seems as though God does not care, that pain and suffering are SO wrong, especially with the young and innocent.
But I DO believe that He DOES care. When you can't see His hand, I have to trust His heart.
I sat here quite a while trying to think of something else to say. The little cursor blinking, almost mocking me - a quip; a hope for science to find and answer; smoke; a parable; prayers; "God's Plan". . . . . But there are no words beyond what you already know. That we feel your pain and pray for you and your family.
I know that I am very thankful and greatful for this Brotherhood.
It may sound strange to ask you, but is there something, anything in this horrible situation with your family that you can be thankful about? Some silver lining in this cloud?
Ah, something comes. There is a story of a man walking though the jungle. He glances behind him and sees a tiger following. He begins to run. The tiger is close behind.
The man comes to the edge of a cliff. He climbs down a vine. He looks to the ground below and sees a second tiger looking up. The first tiger looks down from above.
The man looks to the side and sees a strawberry growing from the edge of the cliff.
He eats the strawberry.
We love you, Brother. There is a strawberry somewhere here.
I can add nothing to the above. There is little anyone can say. I wish that I had a magic answer, beyond hope for a relief from pain.
I know that God never works on just one person at a time. We are all in this with you to the best of our abilities.
There are times when we would all like to "walk into the woods," but we don't. Anne and I just returned from a vacation and there are a mountain of problems facing me.
But no problems like you are facing, my friend and brother.
The pain of watching a loved one suffer is one of the greatest. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of how unfair this is.
A friend had a small son who had an abcess in his ear. It had to be lanced. The doctor could not use an anesthetic. He told the father that he would have to hold his son while the doctor lanced it and that the pain would be extreme. And the father would have to hold his son's head still while the doctor worked.
He held his son and the doctor worked. The son screamed, "Why are you letting him do this to me?" The father had no answer the son could understand.
Maybe the Father is holding you right now. I don't know. Even though I hold a Doctorate in religion, I don't know. I don't understand. No one does.
Sometimes it seems as though God does not care, that pain and suffering are SO wrong, especially with the young and innocent.
But I DO believe that He DOES care. When you can't see His hand, I have to trust His heart.
I sat here quite a while trying to think of something else to say. The little cursor blinking, almost mocking me - a quip; a hope for science to find and answer; smoke; a parable; prayers; "God's Plan". . . . . But there are no words beyond what you already know. That we feel your pain and pray for you and your family.
I know that I am very thankful and greatful for this Brotherhood.
It may sound strange to ask you, but is there something, anything in this horrible situation with your family that you can be thankful about? Some silver lining in this cloud?
Ah, something comes. There is a story of a man walking though the jungle. He glances behind him and sees a tiger following. He begins to run. The tiger is close behind.
The man comes to the edge of a cliff. He climbs down a vine. He looks to the ground below and sees a second tiger looking up. The first tiger looks down from above.
The man looks to the side and sees a strawberry growing from the edge of the cliff.
He eats the strawberry.
We love you, Brother. There is a strawberry somewhere here.