Posted on 09/05/2006 4:45:45 AM PDT by 8mmMauser
Boston, MA (LifeNews.com) -- Haleigh Poutre was the victim of child abuse and was nearly killed via euthanasia when Massachusetts officials gave up on her after she entered a coma. Now Poutre, once termed "brain dead" by doctors, continues to improve and is speaking a few words, her grandmother says.
Sandra Sudyka, the girl's biological grandmother, is no longer allowed to visit her granddaughter and now says she is ready to speak to the media about Poutre's condition.
She told The Republican newspaper that she last saw Poutre on July 18 but indicated she was "doing well."
"She was bright-eyed and smiling. She is always responsive to us," Sudyka explained.
Department of Social Services had asked Sudyka not to talk with reporters about Haleigh, but since they will no longer allow her and Haleigh's biological mother, Allison Avrett, to visit the 12 year-old, she said she's going to talk to the media.
"I decided since they broke the deal, I am going to talk. People should know how well she is doing," Sudyka told the newspaper.
"They don't want people to know how she is doing after they wanted to pull the plug," Sudyka said.
DSS spokeswoman Denise Monteiro declined an interview with The Republican but said that the visiting privileges have been suspended, not terminated.
Haleigh first began speaking in June, her grandmother told the newspaper.
"I was saying to her 'I love you,' and she was trying to say 'love' and it came out as a vibration...'ove,'" Sudyka said.
Sudyka, who is working with an attorney to adopt the girl, said she has said hello, responds to comments and questions, speaks nonverbally and is able to write her name. Haleigh can't walk and is confined to a wheelchair.
Avrett, Poutre's biological mother, lost custody of her daughter after physically abusing her. Poutre was put into a foster home where her adoptive parents also abused her. Her adopted mother committed suicide after abusing Poutre so much she had to be hospitalized.
DSS took Poutre into custody and when she appeared to slip into a coma, the agency asked the state Supreme Court for permission to take her life. That's when Poutre began responding.
Poutre has been receiving physical, speech and occupational therapy since January 26 at Franciscan Hospital for Children in Brighton.
Gov. Mitt Romney appointed a commission to look into how the state failed to properly handle the girl's case.
Info on sainthood is probably not on the internet. What I have I haven't posted on the internet. Maybe I'll post something next year. I'm kinda busy right now.
No, they wouldn't like the property taxes and insurance. The ten per cent would be good to go but they're cheapskates.
Yes, there are bad facilities, which is why families must take the time and make the effort to check out any facility they plan to use. That's just common sense.
In your earlier post, you didn't make any distinction. You just said that AL facilities have food worse than your dogs eat. That's not accurate at all. Some facilities may have poor food and services, but not all or even most of them.
I know this because my wife and I spent a couple of weeks checking such facilities out. Most were clean, well-staffed, and offered good food. That's in Minnesota, but I imagine it's the same in Florida. If all assisted living facilities in Florida are as bad as you describe, then Florida is a horrible place, and I know that not to be the case.
A sheriff is dead because he was in a charity schoolbus race and he crashed. Florida law enforcment has no common sense. Deputies suffocated Martin Anderson until he died. Again, stupid stuff and violence: no common sense. That's what you get with charlie crist. No common sense. In fact, cc is full of nonsense.
I have relatives in Minnesota. It's cold up there but it's a great state. Minnesota is first rate and they spend taxpayer money wisely for programs that work across the board.
Minnesota is cold? We are thinking to returning to my place of birth in the winter just to warm up a bit. We norskies like to go around in short sleeves and it is easier in a warmer clime like the Minneapolis area.
Just a note on sainthood: Being a traditional Catholic, from the beginning of Terri's death, I have prayed for her to intercede if she were able. Humans can make a guess of who may be a saint or who may not be. But it is up to Our Lord, not humans, and I am comfortable with my assumption that Terri may have some amount of degree of intercession.
I saw enough of Our Lord's work at Pinellas Park to guess just maybe she is. So to me she has reached Sainthood despite who says what here on earth.
Humans still can't out vote God although many think they have that facility.
Ya, und I unterstant how dat iss in Minesooooooooota.
Ole's neighbor Sven had a boy, Lars, who comes home one day and asks, "Papa, I have da biggest feet in da third grade. Is dat becoss I'm Norvegian?" "No," says Sven, "Dat's because you're NINETEEN."
Svenson asks Ole, "Do ya know da difference between a Norvegian and a canoe?" "No, I don't," says Ole. "A canoe will sometimes tip," Svenson says.
Ole wore both of his winter jackets when he painted his house last July. The directions on the can said "put on two coats."
Lars: "Ole, stant in front of my car and tell me if da turn signals are vorking".
Ole: "Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No...."
Ole and Lena got married. On their honeymoon trip they were coming into Minneapolis when Ole put his hand on Lena's knee. Giggling, Lena said, "Ole, you can go a little farther now if ya vant to," so Ole drove to Duluth.
Ole and Sven grabbed their poles and headed out to do some ice fishing. As they were augering a hole in the ice they heard a loud voice from above say, "There are no fish under the ice." Ole and Sven moved about 25 feet over and started to make another hole. The voice says louder, "There are no fish under the ice." They both looked around and then looked up. Ole said in a humble voice, "Are you God?" The voice booms, "No, you idiots! I'm the skating rink manager."
Ole died. So Lena went to the local paper to put a notice in the obituaries. The gentleman at the counter, after offering his condolences, asked Lena what she would like to say about Ole
Lena replied, "You yust put 'Ole died'."
The gentleman, somewhat perplexed, said, "That's it? Just 'Ole died?' Surely, there must be something more you'd like to say about Ole. If its money you're concerned about, the first five words are free. We must say something more."
So Lena pondered for a few minutes and finally said, "O.K. You put 'Ole died. Boat for sale.' "
I haven't seen anything indicating whether this is available for individual
purchase.
I'd be interested!
Hey, wait one hot second! I had no idea you knew Uncle Ole and Aunti Lena! You did know, didn't you we, all in my family tree, came from some guy lots of hundred years ago who wed a Laplander, or Lapdancer or something like that.
Then the rotten enemies (We always had some enemies for one reason or another...) tried to poison my anchesters by tossing all the fresh winter cod into the snow and it all dried up. But my anchesters ate it anyway. Then the nogoodnics tried to poison it by soaking it in lye, but my anchesters were just too smart for that and ate it anyway. We guys are tough, even called it lutefisk. Yum, yum. Wash that down with a swig of cod liver oil and oopsy daisy, you are good to go.
That is the piece of cod that passeth understanding.
You bet.
Here's the scary tidbit. The base was never discovered. The Germans flew their night intercept missions with impunity till VE day.
Oopsy daisy, you remain lonely bachelors because not even Lena will permit you to get within 500 feet.
Possible fund raiser, don't you think?
{aaaaaaaaargh!}
I guess you came across as we did, the holes in hills and straight strips of autobahn looping around and shooting past the hill, roads which became sudden airstrips for the planes tucked into the caves. Our kaserne had insets behind our desks to hold a few 8mm's but the swastikas were chiseled off the emblems above the doors.
Guys landscaping outside our window found a bomb and we got the afternoon off. Neat.
brrrrrrrrrrr
Sounds as chilly as Big Bluff, ME
Whatchya expect? Hospice Woodside, Mary Labyak president and CEO. She showed up at the U Penn Zombie-rama with all the rest of the supposedly "impartial" jurists and experts in Terri's case. They all got together for a banquet and a good laugh hosted by bioethicker Dr. Arthur Caplan, who is only happy if he is shortening his fellow Americans' life-spans. Speaker: Jay Wolfson, supposedly neutral guardian ad litem {cough}. Speaker: Ronald "I call myself Dr. Humane Death" Cranford, the supposedly impartial neurologist whose idea of science was to declare every patient he ever testified about to be PVS. Speaker: The supposedly impartial Judge George Greer, who always ruled against a helpless disabled woman, throwing out any inconvenient facts and testimony. Keynote speaker: Michael Schiavo, for whose uxoricidal ambitions the others labored so long..
The only ones on the team with the brains to stay away and avoid being tainted by that get-together were Michael's lawyers.
Is there an Independent also running for Fl. Gov.?
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