Posted on 03/18/2005 10:41:59 AM PST by My Favorite Headache
Greer gives order
I agree. I wouldn't want this for my mother or me. there have been 15 years of BOTH sides presenting their arguments. the catscans show there is virtually nothing left of her brain and that can not be rejuvenated. she is now being kept "alive" for other's political purposes. what cruelty to her family too, If we bring in the government, LOOK OUT!
yes, he did -- I have it on tape. :o) fwiw at this point for Terri.
WOW -- Nancy -- YOU ALL HAVE GOT TO SEE THSI CNN headline
I believe the doctor Greer appointed is/was a member of the Hemlock Society or whatever the group is now called. I will agree that some of the parents' choices of doctors haven't been the best, but they've tried to make do with what they could get.
What should be clear, though, is that a 45-minute examination by a doctor is not enough to make a diagnosis that someone is in an incurable vegetative state. Indeed, there are some mornings where I'd probably be diagnosed PVS if the doctor caught me too soon after I got out of bed.
Key point: someone who is cognitive 1% of the time and vegetative 99% of the time is not PVS. Even if a 45-minute examination comes up "vegetative", that does not imply that the patient is vegetative >99% of the time.
No whe was saying I would never want to live like that if you abandoned me and starting living with someone else while you had their kids and decided to dehydrate me to death!
Oh, Pulleeze!
That has been brought up repeatedly in court year after year. The parents had access to the best legal counsel and if Michael had attempted murder they sure would have gone with that and he would have been arrested.
And where is the video? Oh, guess what,no video.
The fact that GRRRReeeer has already ruled for no autopsy and cremation immediately upon death is frightening .. and Felos puts "politburo" and US Congress in the same category?? Nothing short of a breathtaking descent into evil.
Okay, work is over, going home
Hope to get back on at home but no guarantees.
Bye
God bless!
OK, adios if I don't see ya this evening.
Well, if she can speak that well in her present case, why not give her therapy so she can state her intentions more clearly? Then we wouldn't have to guess.
Agreed, but the length of the exam is not the most important thing. The patient will probably be the same at the start of the forty-five minutes as at the end. More important is seeing the patient over time, on different days and at different times. The doctor also has to rely on the observations of reliable staff for the assessment. If five nurses tell you the patient talked, then they're not PVS, even if the doctor didn't see it.
Death doctor Morrison's boss:
http://directory.mssm.edu/faculty/facultyList.php?deptid=14&showdept=false
Albert Siu, M.D.
Professor & Chair, Geriatrics And Adult Development
Professor, Health Policy
Professor, Medicine / General Medicine
E-mail: albert.siu@mssm.edu
John Zarella -- saying parents just want custody but michael wouldn't give custody, and felos says it doesn't matter, cuz they'd have to remove the feeding tube.
"This isn't over yet," he said. And Nancy broke in and said, "Yeah, but WE all ate supper!"
Nancy: I want to report to you that on the show earlier was Michael Schiavo, but he didn't want to answer any questions, so he got up and left lawyer on the hot seat. felos breaks in, says michael can't be on camera bc he saw Jessica LUnsford stuff in beginning 1/2 hr, and his wife is in the death process -- so he needed not to be on camera, "lost his emotional composure" so had to go.
Let's add Nancy to the mix. And Ann Coulter. Please don't let Terri die.
God Bless You, Joanna! Dzien dubre ;) (sp?)
I bet Michael is counting his Easter eggs now!
The length of the hall thing is just an old wives tale.
Beds are assigned by availability.
I lost my Mom with cancer as well. She weighed 78 lbs when we took her home from the hospital. She was lucid.
I turned her, did skin care, talked to her and sat up nights with her. Her girls and my Dad took turns.
She died at home. I wouldn't trade that last year with Mom for anything.
My experience with my Mother is why I went into nursing.
I never layed my hands on any person with out thanking my Mom. Human life is intrinsically valuable.
Wow...what an experience you went through! Thanks for putting it down for us. I'm going to repost it here, so folks don't have to go back to search for it.
*****
(expatguy's story.)
Back in 1978 I was a swimmer on my High School swim team at South Houston High.
Each morning I would wake up at 5am to get ready for swimming practice before school. At the time I admired Mark Spitz and wanted to be the 1980 Olympics.
I did the butterfly stroke and anyone that is familiar with swimming knows that you start off the starting blocks and shallow dive into the pool. The starting blocks are on the shallow end of the pool where the water is only 3ft deep.
On 14 November 1978, I was practicing and as I dove off the starting blocks my foot slipped and I went in head first in 3ft of water. I felt something wrong, my head hurt, there was a lot of blood and I could not move. I didn't remember much at this time but I was taken out of the pool on a backboard by my team mates.
My next memories were being at the nearby hospital and feeling cold. I was naked on a stretcher and remember wanting to be covered. I could hear people and see people but I could not speak or move.
I remember a doctor saying "Really? Is he still alive?!" and someone else saying that there was nothing they could do for me, that I was supposed to be dead.
I had broken my C1, C2, C3 and a bone called my odontoid.
The pain was terrible and apparently I could not stay conscious for long. I think they used a term "in and out" later to describe my condition. Saying that my body is shutting off and I won't live.
The next memories I had was of wind and for a moment or so I thought I was going to heaven. I was in fact being transported on Houston's LifeFlight helicopter to Hermann Hospital.
It was there that I remember hearing my mother and father's voices and hearing my father cry after being told that I was alive but would not make it. I was hurt so bad and was trying to move or say something and I just couldn't.
My mother had begged to see me and asked the doctor if I could hear them. He said "no". I remember him telling them that honestly I had no chance for survival through the day. He explained that the extent of my injuries were just too severe and that it was a miracle that I was even alive at the moment.
I remember my mother asking the doctor if I was in pain. He answered her and both my father and mother broke down sobbing in tears. They didn't want my passing to be painful.
I tried everything. I tried to move and couldn't. I tried to speak and couldn't. I remember at one point noticing the heart monitor and trying to see if I could somehow control my heart rate so that someone would notice me. I wanted to fight. I wanted to live and I felt completely helpless. I felt that people were giving up on me.
Even as I type this, the memories bring back such a deep sadness and loneliness that I simply have no words to describe. I didn't want to be left alone and people were talking as if I was not there anymore, as if I was already dead. I had to fight back.
The days, weeks and months afterwards are much of a blur, morphine does that to you I suppose. It took two weeks for me to communicate and when I did I was so drugged that people wondered whether I was brain damaged. I vividly remember hearing a doctor explain that no one should have much hope, that I would be like a vegetable and paralyzed from the neck down at best. I lost all track of time.
It would be almost a year before I could walk around. Everyone smiled. It was all a miracle, there was no other explanation.
To this day I have two scars on my temples where I had a halo brace and I can't turn my head all the way to my shoulder, but I'm alive and well and I'm grateful that no one gave up on me.
Like most of you, I don't know Terri Schiavo, but there is a small part of me that can empathize with her. I know how it feels to be alone and I know all too well that dark sad place where she is now. She is alive and she is fighting. The simple fact that she is alive is all the evidence one needs to understand that Terri has not given up. Please don't give up on Terri.
What Terri needs is people who love her, care for her and those who won't give up on her. Terri may never come back from that place where she is at now, but she needs to be given the chance.
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