Thank you for your responses to my previous blog ("I'm Not Doing So Good"). My blogs post onto several sites, from Blogger.com so I thought it'd be easiest to post this here, as a separate blog entry. That way I can reply to everyone that left me feedback in one place, versus posting a bunch of separate comments. Besides, I tend to write too much to be accepted in the normal "comment" boxes. >.<
I'm not even sure what I'm looking for, in terms if advice. I realize that words can only do so much. I was forced to see a therapist, when I lived in the nursing facility, and often considered it more of an annoyance, than a help. Partly because, I had an AB (able bodied) person sitting across from me, giving me advice. It was infuriating at times, and I couldn't help but think, "Easy for you to say. You get to punch out and leave all this sadness behind at the end of the day. You get to go home to your normal life and care for yourself. You have the freedom to pick up and do things, as you please and the independence to do things for yourself. How on earth can you even begin to empathize with me, or have the audacity to tell me what I should do!" I've been trying my best to cope with everything, in my own way and rely on medicine to take away some of the overwhelming thoughts, or sadness. Unfortunately, my way doesn't seem to be working anymore and I feel myself sliding down, deeper and deeper into a dark hole.
There are times when I think, "Enough is enough. I've tried my best. It's not fair for other people to expect me to live this way. If my loved ones could (anyone for that matter) live a few days in my shoes, they'd understand and willingly let me go." On the other hand, I feel like giving up would just be another failure. I beat myself for my accident, and already feel as though I've ruined my life. To give up, on top of the mistake of my accident, sometimes makes me feel like I'd be an even bigger disappointment, than I already am (to myself, if no one else).
Then there's the fear of the unknown and what consequences would await me, if I gave up my will to live. I don't have a strong belief in any particular faith, and although I've been actively searching (and praying) for a relationship with God (if he, or she, or they exist), but have yet to find any answers. Faith isn't something anyone else can instill in me; if that were the case, I'd be a devout Catholic. I feel as though a faith in God would give me strength and inner peace, in believing that there really is some bigger purpose, or plan, and some sort of justification, for all of my pain. I think a faith in God would also give me the peace of mind that there's something better waiting for me, when I die. Without a heaven, it seems so pointless to even try. I mean, why prolong my suffering, just to die and go into non-existence? Then again, if there is a heaven, what am sitting around for? Why stay here, if I could be happy on the other side?
These are all questions that no one can answer for me.
The unknown adds a lot of stress, because it leaves me full of doubt, and guilt, over making choices. In a way, my accident drained me of confidence in my ability to make good choices. After five and a half years of suffering with the consequences, of one stupid, split second decision, it terrifies me to think that, giving up could be viewed as the wrong choice. It probably sounds silly, to some, but I'm terrified of screwing up my afterlife (if there is one), as horribly as I've already done with my life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying Im a horrible person. Actually, I think I'm a pretty good person. I was a good student, hard worker, law abiding citizen, generous and kind person. However, my accident is proof, to me, that none of that matters, if the mistake you make is bad enough. It's a philosophical/theological dilemma, that only adds to my confusion and stress, about my current situation. The lack of a relationship, or true belief in God, also adds to my overwhelming sense of emptiness, and loneliness. In a way, it feels like the ultimate rejection. Here I am, reading books (of many different ideologies), holy scriptures, praying and begging, with all my heart and soul, and all I get in return is silence and more of the same old stuff.
The unknown of the future is stressful as well. When I first got hurt, I believed strongly in a cure. I was hearing and reading researchers talk about all sorts of promising research. The timespan of "five to ten" years, that I heard countless times, seemed tolerable. I can remember laying in bed, at Kessler rehab, saying to two of my best friends, "Even if it takes a full ten years, I'll only be thirty-five. I'll still be young enough to do everything I want to do." Yet, here we are, five years later, and most of what I've read and heard has been disappointment after disappointment. President Bush vetoed the ESC bill, making research in that field slow to snail's pace. The CDRPA, that could've boosted support for research in many areas of spinel cord injury research, was held up in the Senate for years. Even now, there's a fight to overturn President Obama's support for research. Ironically, some of the most important, promising initiatives to support research for a cure, have been bogged down, by the selfishness and ignorance of only a few individuals. It makes me want to scream, and lash out, for every AB person to hear. I want every AB person to see and feel my pain, and understand why a cure matters. I wish there were a way to have selfish individuals (like the most recent road blocker, Judge Royce Lamberth) experience one week of living with quadriplegia, not to gloat in their suffering, not for revenge, but for understanding. I'm 100% positive that one week (without knowing if, or when a cure would be found) would be enough to inspire anyone to support research. The lack of a cure, or evidence of even a remotely close cure, that I could give me back my independence, has chipped away at my hope over time. I currently, have very little hope left, for any cure that could benefit me, in my lifetime.
My spinal cord injury has given me a perspective on life, that allows me to see the most basic, most important, most valuable aspects of life, that most people take for granted. Unfortunately, the majority of people are blinded by money, power, material possessions, and pride, and have lost the ability to see the obvious order of what their priorities should be; priorities that value the living, improve quality of life and focus on helping others. Either that, or people are so self absorbed, that they can't see the suffering around them, or don't care, until it directly effects their lives. The irony is, anyone can be injured, at anytime. Life can change in the matter of seconds. Just because you are healthy, and on your feet today, is no guarantee that tomorrow you won't be living life in a wheelchair. Finding a cure to paralysis should be among the top priorities for all humanity, not just those of us living with paralysis, at this moment. That's why my message, is almost always aimed at the average AB person. I'm in no way a role model, and have too many struggles, to presume I can give much coping advise to other disabled people. I just want to open AB people's eyes and minds, to what it means to live with paralysis. I'm crying out, "Look at me! Look at what I have to go through everyday. Help me!" I want the average person to look at my situation, and really have it sink in, that I could be anybody; that they could be me.
As far as writing goes, thank you for your compliments. Writing has always been helpful for me. I've kept journals, on and off, since I was eight. I've thought about pursuing bigger writing goals, like writing a book. I've even started working on a book, several times. I tend to hit a wall, when I have to dredge up the really painful stuff, and as time goes on, my memories are getting blurry (regarding details of the first couple of years post accident). Lately, I've been so depressed, that writing itself, has become painful. Having to focus on my thoughts and write them down, has been making me want to switch gears, find distraction and ignore my feelings. Writing my thoughts down forces me to shine a light on a lot of the things I've been trying to avoid thinking about. My iPad has given me some more freedom, to write at various times of the day, so sometimes I can jot down small pieces of what I'm going through. The ability to be more spontaneous helps. I uploaded the Dragon dictation app recently and I'm waiting for a new headset with built in mic to be delivered. Being able to blurt out my thoughts, might help, because it won't take as much effort to type and therefore, give me less excuses to avoid sharing. As embarrassing as it can be sometimes, I feel it is important for me to put myself (through expressing my feelings) out there. I think people are more likely to help, if they can put a face to a problem. I'm not just an example in a book. I'm living, breathing, and feeling, and can give a personal perspective of paralysis, that a medical definition, or diagnosis, fails to give. I'm trying my best, that's all I can do.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Not Doing So Good :(
I haven't been doing too well, for some time now. My physical health hasn't been the greatest, which I'm sure has played its part in my overall decline. As many of you know, from reading my blogs, or living with paralysis yourselves, I have to deal with a certain amount of medical issues, on a weekly basis, that I struggle with, greatly. Even after five years of being injured, I've still yet to come to terms with needing help with personal hygiene & bathroom issues. I've yet to find a way, to "just deal" with having another adult shower me, dress me, and feed me. Worst of all, is the need for a catheter, bowel regime and constant fear of incontinence. They all bother me just as much as they did when I first got hurt. I try my best to block it all out, but instead of getting easier, it's becoming increasingly more difficult. Part of the reason, may be because, as time goes on I've had to deal with more & more related health issues, that are just wearing me down. I've had countless UTIs (despite trying to stay hydrated, taking various medications & attempting to be as sterile as possible), most of which, I've tried to tough out, without antibiotics, because they often render my bowel regime useless, which is ultimately more upsetting&can cause skin breakdown. There are times though, when I'm just too sick to ignore and either land myself in the hospital, or force me to breakdown and ask for an antibiotic. Even that is a hassle, because half the time, the laboratories kick back my specimen, without culturing it, because they think it's contaminated. Apparently, I live with a pretty outrageous amount of bugs in my system, because even though we explain it's from a catheter, I've had more than one lab reject my samples. So then, I'm stuck with taking an antibiotic that may, or may not clear up the infection, and the wonderful stress, of worrying about accidents. This is all on top of the dozen or so pills I take on a daily basis, just to stay somewhat functioning (mostly bowel & bladder related, with a couple anti-depressant, anti-anxiety meds).
Yesterday, I spent all day at the hospital for a UTI. I just took an antibiotic called Leviquin, about three weeks ago, that obviously didn't work. They took blood & urine, gave me a ridiculously strong IV antibiotic& a prescription. I was in the ER for about seven hours (two of which, were just spent waiting for an ambulance ride back to my apartment). The whole time, I'm trying my best not to freak out, or have a panic attack, because my absolute worst fears & experiences all revolve around the hospital. I spent the first year & a half, after my accident living in Robert Wood Johnson ICU, Kessler rehab, ST. Barnabas ICU, Cheshire nursing home, Morristown Memorial hospital and then back to the nursing home. Despite having daily visitors, most of the time, the large majority (mostly at night) was spent painfully, and terrifyingly, alone. I can't even begin to describe the loneliness, fear and sadness that I experienced, most nights. At times, I was literally at the brink of death, most times, just overwhelmed with loss and fear. I doubt anyone, has pleasant hospital memories, however, being hospitalized and totally paralyzed, feels like hell on earth. You are 100% at the mercy of the hospital staff, especially when you can't even hit a call bell, reposition yourself, get a drink, change the tv channel, work the bed controls, pick up the phone, or any other small comfort, that the average person can do. Plus, thanks to HIPA, I end up having to re-explain that I'm paralyzed, almost every time someone besides my nurse, or doctor enters the room. Honestly, I rather have staff read my chart, than have to explain why I can't make a fist, or raise my arm, or any other stupid thing. Even when I have family, or friends with me, I feel scared and lonely. I just want to be home, and I'm dreading the time when they'll have to inevitably leave me behind. The few times people stayed overnight with me, I still knew they'd eventually have to leave. Plus, I felt horrible, because I knew how uncomfortable & exhausted they must have been, trying to comfort me. As crazy as it might seem, I couldn't even watch a tv show or movie about the hospital, without feeling panicked. Although, thankfully, I haven't had to stay over night in the hospital, since I've been home, the fear is always there. Horribly, in the end, with or without visitors, I often still feel alone.
Short of having a person climb into bed with me, it's hard for me not feel alone. I can't feel people holding my hand. I can't feel much of anything. Other people with paralysis and therapists have said stuff like,"You can still feel your head, neck and shoulders.You can learn to substitue affection to the areas you can feel" and/or "intimacy is mostly in the mind." For me, paralysis has been extremely isolating and I feel extremely deprived. Not only do I feel emotionally cut off (because most people have no clue what it's like), but physically, alone. I so often, feel like I just want to be held and be able to embrace the person back. Not that a hug would really solve anything, I feel such a void in my life. A big part of that emptiness, is not having a signifigant other. Family and friends can only do so much, and although I love them and am tremendously thankful for the people in my life, there is ahuge, gaping emptiness inside of me. I miss having that other half, to hold me and make me feel safe. It's a different type of love and affection, and it's been lacking in my life for a very long time now. Sometimes, I feel as though, I'd be stronger and feel as though I would have more purpose, if I had a husband in my life. At the end of the day, my friends& family, all have their own lives, and I feel completely lost and empty. Part of my problem, is that I honestly still love my ex (the person I was with, when I was hurt) and our break-up isn't something I've been able to get past. Mostly because, we both feel like we'd be together, if I were never hurt. All my dreams were ripped out from underneath me overnight, and being with him was one of those dreams. The events that followed my accident, made it impossible for our relationship to work, and although I have no way of knowing how my life (or our relationship) would've turned out, up until this point, the abruptness of how it all ended, makes it unbearably difficult to move forward.
As unbearable as it's been without him, I'm full of doubts within myself as well. I don't know that I'd have been able to be there for him, if our situations were reversed, and that's an ugly reality, I didn't want to admit to myself. You think that love should be enough, but the reality is, that each case is unique and you really can't judge anyone, unless you've been in their shoes. Part of me feels like, if he truly loved me, we'd somehow be together. Another part of me says, I'm not sure how I'd handle it myself (in his shoes or even now, in my position). I don't really know how I'd deal with having a romantic relationship, on top of all of this. There's so much of my life, I'd want to shield, or hide, that I couldn't. I only know what I had, and recognize, it wouldn't be the same. Regardless of who I'd be with, the thought of letting anyone into my life in that way, both terrifies me and leaves me feeling very skeptical. Why would anyone want to willingly choose, to take on all the hardships that come along with my life? I'm trying so hard to run away from them myself, so why would anyone welcome them? Plus, there's my overwhelming sense of guilt, that I could never contribute even a fraction of what that person could. Also, there's my want to be with someone that's able bodied, because otherwise, I feel as though, it's just another friendship. How can I expect someone else to want something I don't even want for myself? Part of me feels like a bad person, for not being able to see past all the physical, but it's so much of the physical, nurturing aspect of a relationship, that I feel so lacking and that I miss.
My failed relationship with my ex, is just one of many hugely important goals/dreams that I've struggled with since my accident. There's the career I worked so hard for, achieved, then lost. Then, there's the dreams of marriage and children, I've had since I was a little girl; on top of ordinary goals, like owning a home, playing an active role in helping family & friends and common milestones. For the past five and a half years, I've been watching all of my friends accomplish the things I thought I'd have (and still desperately want). Every day, I see painful reminders of what I could've had, but ruined. It's not to say, I absolutely couldn't teach, get married, or even have children, in my condition. What most people fail to see, or understand, is that the aspects of' those dreams that I most looked forward to experiencing, would be gone. I can no longer do most of my favorite parts of my job, which include, the physical interaction with the materials, the hands on working & demonstration with the kids and the physical tasks of organizing, showing, managing and doing. Yes, the ideas are still there, but so much of what I loved, was making those ideas into reality. It's the kinesthetic, tactile sensations that I love most about art, and most of that is gone. Marriage and children, come with a ton of experiences that I'd completely miss out on. It kills me, to think I'll most likely never experience most of the things I've dreamed of my entire life. The compromises just seem so pale in comparison. I've looked forward to all the traditions of marriage, not just the piece of paper. I want to go try on wedding dresses in front of a million full length mirrors, WALK down the isle arm & arm with my dad, dance my wedding song with my husband, be carried through the threshold the night of my wedding, and make tons of love on my honeymoon. I've been dreaming, and wondering ever since I was a little girl, what it'd be like to be pregnant, feel my baby growing inside of me, having my husband rub my belly, decorate the nursery, go into labor, hold my baby in my arms, and breast feed. If I had a child, I looked forward to bathing it, feeding it, dressing it, rocking it to sleep and keeping it safe. I don't know that I could handle all the compromises and being a spectator. It breaks my heart, just thinking about it.
I've been struggling with all of these issues, since day one (June, 5, 2005). Instead of getting easier to cope, it's gotten harder and harder. Every year that passes, seems like a year lost, a dream gone forever. Every day that passes without a breakthrough, or a cure, it seems less hopeful. Every politician's decision or governmental set back to funding, seems like a punch to my face, like a personal attack. When people fight over research, it makes me feel so insignificant and worthless. How can people value cells, already predestined for the trash, more than me; a living, breathing, suffering, citizen? Why is there hardly any money or time to find a way to repair the spinal cord, but plenty of time and money, for war and exploration of other planets? Why is it ok for me to have to live this way? Why do so many people do foolish things, and/or even mean, horrible things, but get to spend full, healthy lives? It's getting to feel to be too much, too overwhelming, more hopeless, emptier, unbearable.
I've talked to my doctor about changing my anti-depressant medication, in hopes of helping me regain some ability to cope. I'm at the point where I feel as though nothing is taking off the edge, nothing is distracting enough. I feel awful, sad, lost, scared and lonely. I know I have people around me that worry,care about me and support me. Nothing is enough, and I feel helpless and horrible and don't want to feel this way. I'm skeptical of how much difference a pill will make, or even what talking about it can do. Nothing, short of fixing my spine can really serve as a solution, but I feel as though I've hit a wall. I feel worn out and at a loss for how to keep going forward, by just continuing what I've been doing up until now. I feel as though, I'm quickly unraveling, and it terrifies me. Asking for help scares me, but saying nothing scares me more. It's especially hard finding (or believing) anyone that really understands what I've beenthrough and what I'm going through. Many of my disabled friends/acquaintances are men, and I feel lack the ability to truly understand my perspective. I'm always concerned my honesty will upset the people that love me, and therefore hold a lot back. I'm at a point, where I feel I must speak up, to keep what sanity I have left. I don't even know how anyone can really help me. I know part of me, should just force myself to go forward, and do things, despite my lack of drive, or desire, but then I start to wonder who I'm really forcing myself for. Do I really want it for myself, deep down, or do I just not want to further disappoint myself & loved ones; but at what cost? My mind is currently just a chaotic mess of mixed emotions, sadness, frustration and fear and I'm desperate for some real solutions, if there are any.
Yesterday, I spent all day at the hospital for a UTI. I just took an antibiotic called Leviquin, about three weeks ago, that obviously didn't work. They took blood & urine, gave me a ridiculously strong IV antibiotic& a prescription. I was in the ER for about seven hours (two of which, were just spent waiting for an ambulance ride back to my apartment). The whole time, I'm trying my best not to freak out, or have a panic attack, because my absolute worst fears & experiences all revolve around the hospital. I spent the first year & a half, after my accident living in Robert Wood Johnson ICU, Kessler rehab, ST. Barnabas ICU, Cheshire nursing home, Morristown Memorial hospital and then back to the nursing home. Despite having daily visitors, most of the time, the large majority (mostly at night) was spent painfully, and terrifyingly, alone. I can't even begin to describe the loneliness, fear and sadness that I experienced, most nights. At times, I was literally at the brink of death, most times, just overwhelmed with loss and fear. I doubt anyone, has pleasant hospital memories, however, being hospitalized and totally paralyzed, feels like hell on earth. You are 100% at the mercy of the hospital staff, especially when you can't even hit a call bell, reposition yourself, get a drink, change the tv channel, work the bed controls, pick up the phone, or any other small comfort, that the average person can do. Plus, thanks to HIPA, I end up having to re-explain that I'm paralyzed, almost every time someone besides my nurse, or doctor enters the room. Honestly, I rather have staff read my chart, than have to explain why I can't make a fist, or raise my arm, or any other stupid thing. Even when I have family, or friends with me, I feel scared and lonely. I just want to be home, and I'm dreading the time when they'll have to inevitably leave me behind. The few times people stayed overnight with me, I still knew they'd eventually have to leave. Plus, I felt horrible, because I knew how uncomfortable & exhausted they must have been, trying to comfort me. As crazy as it might seem, I couldn't even watch a tv show or movie about the hospital, without feeling panicked. Although, thankfully, I haven't had to stay over night in the hospital, since I've been home, the fear is always there. Horribly, in the end, with or without visitors, I often still feel alone.
Short of having a person climb into bed with me, it's hard for me not feel alone. I can't feel people holding my hand. I can't feel much of anything. Other people with paralysis and therapists have said stuff like,"You can still feel your head, neck and shoulders.You can learn to substitue affection to the areas you can feel" and/or "intimacy is mostly in the mind." For me, paralysis has been extremely isolating and I feel extremely deprived. Not only do I feel emotionally cut off (because most people have no clue what it's like), but physically, alone. I so often, feel like I just want to be held and be able to embrace the person back. Not that a hug would really solve anything, I feel such a void in my life. A big part of that emptiness, is not having a signifigant other. Family and friends can only do so much, and although I love them and am tremendously thankful for the people in my life, there is ahuge, gaping emptiness inside of me. I miss having that other half, to hold me and make me feel safe. It's a different type of love and affection, and it's been lacking in my life for a very long time now. Sometimes, I feel as though, I'd be stronger and feel as though I would have more purpose, if I had a husband in my life. At the end of the day, my friends& family, all have their own lives, and I feel completely lost and empty. Part of my problem, is that I honestly still love my ex (the person I was with, when I was hurt) and our break-up isn't something I've been able to get past. Mostly because, we both feel like we'd be together, if I were never hurt. All my dreams were ripped out from underneath me overnight, and being with him was one of those dreams. The events that followed my accident, made it impossible for our relationship to work, and although I have no way of knowing how my life (or our relationship) would've turned out, up until this point, the abruptness of how it all ended, makes it unbearably difficult to move forward.
As unbearable as it's been without him, I'm full of doubts within myself as well. I don't know that I'd have been able to be there for him, if our situations were reversed, and that's an ugly reality, I didn't want to admit to myself. You think that love should be enough, but the reality is, that each case is unique and you really can't judge anyone, unless you've been in their shoes. Part of me feels like, if he truly loved me, we'd somehow be together. Another part of me says, I'm not sure how I'd handle it myself (in his shoes or even now, in my position). I don't really know how I'd deal with having a romantic relationship, on top of all of this. There's so much of my life, I'd want to shield, or hide, that I couldn't. I only know what I had, and recognize, it wouldn't be the same. Regardless of who I'd be with, the thought of letting anyone into my life in that way, both terrifies me and leaves me feeling very skeptical. Why would anyone want to willingly choose, to take on all the hardships that come along with my life? I'm trying so hard to run away from them myself, so why would anyone welcome them? Plus, there's my overwhelming sense of guilt, that I could never contribute even a fraction of what that person could. Also, there's my want to be with someone that's able bodied, because otherwise, I feel as though, it's just another friendship. How can I expect someone else to want something I don't even want for myself? Part of me feels like a bad person, for not being able to see past all the physical, but it's so much of the physical, nurturing aspect of a relationship, that I feel so lacking and that I miss.
My failed relationship with my ex, is just one of many hugely important goals/dreams that I've struggled with since my accident. There's the career I worked so hard for, achieved, then lost. Then, there's the dreams of marriage and children, I've had since I was a little girl; on top of ordinary goals, like owning a home, playing an active role in helping family & friends and common milestones. For the past five and a half years, I've been watching all of my friends accomplish the things I thought I'd have (and still desperately want). Every day, I see painful reminders of what I could've had, but ruined. It's not to say, I absolutely couldn't teach, get married, or even have children, in my condition. What most people fail to see, or understand, is that the aspects of' those dreams that I most looked forward to experiencing, would be gone. I can no longer do most of my favorite parts of my job, which include, the physical interaction with the materials, the hands on working & demonstration with the kids and the physical tasks of organizing, showing, managing and doing. Yes, the ideas are still there, but so much of what I loved, was making those ideas into reality. It's the kinesthetic, tactile sensations that I love most about art, and most of that is gone. Marriage and children, come with a ton of experiences that I'd completely miss out on. It kills me, to think I'll most likely never experience most of the things I've dreamed of my entire life. The compromises just seem so pale in comparison. I've looked forward to all the traditions of marriage, not just the piece of paper. I want to go try on wedding dresses in front of a million full length mirrors, WALK down the isle arm & arm with my dad, dance my wedding song with my husband, be carried through the threshold the night of my wedding, and make tons of love on my honeymoon. I've been dreaming, and wondering ever since I was a little girl, what it'd be like to be pregnant, feel my baby growing inside of me, having my husband rub my belly, decorate the nursery, go into labor, hold my baby in my arms, and breast feed. If I had a child, I looked forward to bathing it, feeding it, dressing it, rocking it to sleep and keeping it safe. I don't know that I could handle all the compromises and being a spectator. It breaks my heart, just thinking about it.
I've been struggling with all of these issues, since day one (June, 5, 2005). Instead of getting easier to cope, it's gotten harder and harder. Every year that passes, seems like a year lost, a dream gone forever. Every day that passes without a breakthrough, or a cure, it seems less hopeful. Every politician's decision or governmental set back to funding, seems like a punch to my face, like a personal attack. When people fight over research, it makes me feel so insignificant and worthless. How can people value cells, already predestined for the trash, more than me; a living, breathing, suffering, citizen? Why is there hardly any money or time to find a way to repair the spinal cord, but plenty of time and money, for war and exploration of other planets? Why is it ok for me to have to live this way? Why do so many people do foolish things, and/or even mean, horrible things, but get to spend full, healthy lives? It's getting to feel to be too much, too overwhelming, more hopeless, emptier, unbearable.
I've talked to my doctor about changing my anti-depressant medication, in hopes of helping me regain some ability to cope. I'm at the point where I feel as though nothing is taking off the edge, nothing is distracting enough. I feel awful, sad, lost, scared and lonely. I know I have people around me that worry,care about me and support me. Nothing is enough, and I feel helpless and horrible and don't want to feel this way. I'm skeptical of how much difference a pill will make, or even what talking about it can do. Nothing, short of fixing my spine can really serve as a solution, but I feel as though I've hit a wall. I feel worn out and at a loss for how to keep going forward, by just continuing what I've been doing up until now. I feel as though, I'm quickly unraveling, and it terrifies me. Asking for help scares me, but saying nothing scares me more. It's especially hard finding (or believing) anyone that really understands what I've beenthrough and what I'm going through. Many of my disabled friends/acquaintances are men, and I feel lack the ability to truly understand my perspective. I'm always concerned my honesty will upset the people that love me, and therefore hold a lot back. I'm at a point, where I feel I must speak up, to keep what sanity I have left. I don't even know how anyone can really help me. I know part of me, should just force myself to go forward, and do things, despite my lack of drive, or desire, but then I start to wonder who I'm really forcing myself for. Do I really want it for myself, deep down, or do I just not want to further disappoint myself & loved ones; but at what cost? My mind is currently just a chaotic mess of mixed emotions, sadness, frustration and fear and I'm desperate for some real solutions, if there are any.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Why all the hate?
I'm getting tired of seeing people post stuff about the proposed mosque that is planned to be built near ground zero. I've seen almost nothing but negative criticism and felt I wanted to add my two cents.
Not all Muslims are terrorists. Yes, it is a fact that radical Muslims were responsible for 9/11. However, radical Muslims do not represent all Muslims. Muslims, Jews and Christians all share the teachings of the Old Testament and preach the same core beliefs. There are bad people in every group. Human beings are flawed, and prone to violence regardless of religious ideology. Religion is a powerful motivator and has been the scape goat of horrible atrocities throughout history. The Romans persecuted the Christians, Egyptians persecuted the Israelites, Christians persecuted the Jews, Christians fight Christians (Catholics & Protestants), it goes on and on. I find it shocking how many people have become biased towards Muslims since 9/11. I judged people on an individual basis before 9/11, and continue to do the same.
My Christian friends (I was raised Catholic. I'm not atheist, just currently undecided) have been the most opposed and vocal to building the mosque. Yet, no one seems to remember (or wants to point out) how many people have been killed in the name of Christianity. Do the Crusades, the explorers or the Conquistadors ring a bell? Not to mention, most of the Nazis were Christian. They killed a lot more than 3,000 people, so does that mean we should stop building churches, so as not to offend anyone? Is it disrespectful to Native Americans or Holocaust survivors to build churches in their neighborhoods? Lots of contemporary murders are Christian, but you don't hear people calling Christians terrorists or treating them suspiciously. I really don't understand the double standard. The whole triumphalist attitude of organized religions is what pisses me off and makes it hard for me to believe in any one faith. I don't think I'll ever buy into the belief that good people will suffer eternal damnation, just because they called God by the wrong name. Every religious person thinks their belief is the right one, but that's no reason to stop others from practicing their faith. Our country was founded on religious freedom. The mosque is set to be built on private property, so the government should not have the constitutional right to oppose it.
I think it's horrible that "Muslim" has come to mean "terrorist" to so many people. Calling all Muslims terrorists is unfair and no different than being anti-Semitic; bigotry is bigotry no matter how you slice it. It is unfair to lump good Muslim people in with extremists and radical ideology. Prejudice is ignorance, bottom line. The facts are: 1-all religions can be (and have been) perverted & miss used, 2-government & religion are separate, 3-NYC is one of the most diverse places in the world & all citizens should be free to worship without discrimination, 4-the people responsible for taking those planes down died that day, it's not right to punish an entire religious community for their crimes. The truth of the matter is, dozens of upstanding Muslim American citizens were also killed in the 9/11 attacks. Why has everyone forgotten them? The Muslim citizens in those buildings were innocent people, working and contributing to our society; they were not terrorists. The men that hijacked those planes were terrorists. Al-Qaeda are extremists and they have killed more Muslims, than any other religious group*.
I just wish people could be more objective in their opinions and examine their own beliefs before judging others. Give people a chance to be good, instead of assuming they're evil. Didn't someone say something like, "He who is without sin can cast the first stone"?
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Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sick of Being Sick
I've been fighting cold sweats, fever and overall discomfort for a couple of weeks now. I finally decided to bite the bullet and take an antibiotic. I try to avoid them, as they almost always reek havoc with my stomach. On top of that, I'm waking up every couple of hours from the time I try to fall asleep, to the time I have to wake up. I haven't even been able to take a nap lately. I'm no stranger to insomnia, it's just that I'm more accustom to having racing thoughts keep me awake, which I try my best to turn off. Recently though it's more discomfort waking me up than anything else. It's especially annoying not being able to toss, turn or reposition myself. As it is, I've had to adjust to sleeping on my back, something I never did before my accident. I can honestly say, I haven't slept longer than four hours straight since I was on my feet and eventually, it always catches up with me.
Living in hospitals, rehab and the nursing home was the worst, because it was frightening being paralyzed and on my own (no family or friends with me) at night. Not to mention, perpetually noisy. I had zero control over the schedule or the waves of medical staff that constantly came and went. Living in my own apartment has helped to decrease my nighttime stress and there's certainly less noise. All in all, I still wake up tired most mornings. Part of the problem is the fact that I can't move, like the average person. Although I don't always feel uncomfortable, my body reacts to being in one position for too long and causes my legs to spasm, or I get sweaty or I get a weird tingly sensation, which eventually wakes me up. Either that, or I get too cold, or too hot, or my hair bothers me. Naturally, I need help to get repositioned. Sometimes it takes a few minutes for someone to hear me (especially if they're sleeping) and I end up being wide awake by the time the person leaves my room. At the nursing home, it was procedure to get turned every two hours (I felt like a rotisserie chicken half the time). I'd be lucky if I could fall back asleep before the aides would come again and cycle continued on and on, every night. Despite all my efforts (medication, meditation, white noise, etc.) of battling my insomnia, it's an on going issue.
Being over tired often sets the tone for my day. There's many days that my lack of sleep seems to zap me of all motivation. The first few years post accident, I got up in my wheelchair every day (regardless of how I felt, partly because I had no choice in the facilities). Ever since I got a bedsore on my upper thigh in 2008, sitting up has become hit or miss. Sometimes I feel fine and other times I feel like I can't get back into bed or lay down fast enough. It makes me not want to get out of bed at all. For the past six months (give or take) I've been staying in bed 5-6 days per week. My nurses, aides & family sometimes get annoyed with me constantly being in bed, because they worry about my overall physical and mental well being. I understand that it's good for my body to sit in my chair, for blood flow, digestion and breathing. However, I'm already forced to sit up for two to three hours on the days my nurse comes, so on those days, I'm ready to lay down once they leave. I don't see the point in going through the hassle of getting fully dressed and transferred into my chair, only to want to reverse the process an hour later. It's just not worth it to me.
Ironically, I probably sit up the same amount of time in my bed as the days I get up into my chair. The difference is, I can lie down when ever I want, in bed. If I'm in my chair, I need to be transferred and partially undressed. My catheter bags also need to be switched and cleaned. Given the hassle and the fact that my aides come at set times, getting up just becomes less appealing, especially if I'm already tired, or feeling sick. On top of all that, the only thing I can't do in bed is paint. The list of activities I can do on my own is pretty slim, so most days it doesn't really matter if I'm sitting in a bed, or a chair. I can even do most things while laying down: watch tv, read, talk on the phone, use my iPad, control my PC by mouse & play Nintendo DS.
I could understand concern if I was completely lethargic and apathetic and spent my entire days sleeping or being zoned out. To me, that's giving up and it's not the case with me. Most people just fail to consider that there's still a big portion of my day that is out of my control and spent doing things I'd rather not be doing. I can't do things on a whim, or instantaneously, because I'm always relying on someone else to assist me. On top of that, there's activities of daily life (ADLs) that are simple to a healthy person, but have become stressful and traumatic for me. Gong to the bathroom is the number one stressor in my life. I don't even usually discuss it in any detail, out of embarrassment and shame. Unfortunately, I have no choice in the matter. I have to eat, therefore I have to go the bathroom. Something that should be a personal, private matter, now practically dictates my schedule and involves several people.
Most people probably don't even consider how paralysis (high level injuries and severe degenerative diseases) can effect every tiny detail of someone's life. I think it's too disturbing, or sad for some people to even want to know. Then there's the people who could care less, because it has no impact on their lives. The truth is, anyone could be in my shoes. It took less than a minute for my life to change, forever. It frustrates me that most people don't see how lucky they are, just to be able to care for themselves. Things that were once second nature to me, like brushing my teeth, taking a shower or going to the bathroom, have become things I dread.
I cringe every other night, because I know the nurse is coming the next morning. Having to have a permanent catheter is bad enough, but needing a bowel regimen makes me want to disappear into the floor and never eat again. It's not something that's easy to empathize with, because most people don't even know what a bowel regimen (or bowel program) is and because the normal person has sensation. It can't be that bad right? Yes. Yes, it can. For starters, just the fact that another human being has to assist me with something I had been doing solo since I was probably three years old, is stressful. It's not an aspect of life I've ever been comfortable with, and now my feelings of embarrassment and stress are off the charts. Secondly, I can't feel any part of the process. I feel no urge to go, no indication that I've gone and no relief or comfort in having gone. A nurse has to essentially, manually stimulate my body to go and then continue to check inside to see if it's worked. I'm usually physically uncomfortable the entire time, because it forces my blood pressure to rise and the commode is not very comfortable. The whole ordeal can take up to two hours, and I have to go through it every other day. It's also very emotionally draining for me. Just imagine having a stranger (at first. I have several nurses that I've gotten to know over time) sit with you in the bathroom while you go, and then clean your bottom for you. It's horrific, even though that scenario doesn't cover the full extent of the regimen.
Even with a bowel regimen, there's always the wonderful anxiety that comes with being incontinent, and never knowing when or if my body may decide to "go" for no reason at all. Having to wear Depends in your twenties and thirties, is not an easy pill to swallow. Having the fear of an accident is on my mind every day, and especially if I have plans to go out or have people over. The threat of it happening is very real and often completely unpredictable. I try to avoid know causes, like antibiotics, but there have been many, many days where I've needed to cancel plans last minute. Either for fear of incontinence, or feeling ill if things don't go smoothly. I try my best to ignore it all when it's going on, but I'm never that successful. After that, I have my shower. Yay. Yet another person to see me naked and have to wash (aka touch) every inch of me. Then it's all topped off with having someone else brush my teeth, hair and feed me breakfast (like an infant). It's exhausting. Unfortunately, it hasn't gotten any easier over time, for me to deal with most of the daily ADLs.
I almost never discuss my personal care with people other than nurses, aides and a handful of friends and family. I'm writing about it today, because I'm just so fed up. I feel like people should know EVERY aspect of living with paralysis. Sometimes I feel like going outside to find a random huge crowd of people and start shouting through a megaphone all of the stuff I deal with, everyday. It also makes it hard for me to be sympathetic to most people (healthy), because their "problems" all seem so trivial and stupid to me. I'd welcome most things people complaint about, in exchange for being able to care for myself. I get so angry and upset, because people expect me to live like this and either have no clue what my (or other people in my situation) life is really like, or if they do know (medical professionals), they still have no cure, or solution. "Just deal with it, and move on."
The worst is when people tell me, "well, at least you're still alive." Yeah. Great! It's not exactly easy to just forget twenty four years of a "normal" life and just be content with living, for the sake of being alive. The fact of the matter is, I'm left with few choices. If I want to "move on" with my life, it means having to deal with ALL the stressors, every second of the day. It means acknowledging the fact that I'll be chronically tired, often sick (UTIs are very common with catheters, despite how clean you are), have instances of incontinence, reliant on medication, need assistance from others, be susceptible to skin break down, be at risk of dying from respiratory infections, weakening bones, and inevitably have to do things that make me very uncomfortable (for my own health and cleanliness). It's my life. Take it or leave it. I don't get a breather. I can't remove myself from the situation. There will be many days that I'm sad, ill, or don't want to bothered with anyone, or anything that's not absolutely necessary. I can't understand why or how people still expect more.
Just because I'm feeling ill or tired, or just don't want to get out of bed, doesn't mean I'm giving up. Although I might not be as busy as I was the first two years I've lived in my apartment (2007-2009), I still try my best to be productive. I'm still painting, albeit much less frequently. However, I've continued to look for ways to share my artwork and have been exploring digital art. I work on my website from time to time and try to post at least two blogs per month. On top of that, I'm always networking and hunting for ways to help advocate for a cure. My intentions are always to raise awareness. I don't strive to be an inspiration or motivator for other disabled people. Other people with disabilities (paralysis specifically) already know what it's like to deal with my day to day struggles. Either that, or they were born disabled and have a totally different perspective.
I can't speak for anyone else, but I can educate people on the facts and use my life as an example. I don't expect other people to cope the way I do. Every person has their own story. Every person that's had a spinal cord injury goes through a unique experience. Your lifestyle, age and health all factor into how much loss you have to face. Each injury is unique. My goal is solely to educate the general public about paralysis and open people's eyes to what it takes to keep moving forward and all the obstacles that come along with paralysis. No one should have to live with paralysis and I feel it's important that people understand why we so desperately need a cure.
Personally, I'm at a point in my life (and my injury) where I have a tiny glimmer of hope left for a cure(that I'll be able to benefit from), but live each day at a time. In my mind, I'll be paralyzed until I die. If a cure is found, that'll be fantastic, but I have to face the reality of the present. I can't plan my life around "someday", "might", or "if." The truth of the matter is that, most days I don't feel motivated. Many days seem overwhelming. I'm sick of being sick. It's incredibly hard having a chronic condition. There are certain things that are inevitable and at times it's hard to face the day, because I know what's coming. It's never easy, but I try my best. I think that's good enough.
Sent from my iPad
Living in hospitals, rehab and the nursing home was the worst, because it was frightening being paralyzed and on my own (no family or friends with me) at night. Not to mention, perpetually noisy. I had zero control over the schedule or the waves of medical staff that constantly came and went. Living in my own apartment has helped to decrease my nighttime stress and there's certainly less noise. All in all, I still wake up tired most mornings. Part of the problem is the fact that I can't move, like the average person. Although I don't always feel uncomfortable, my body reacts to being in one position for too long and causes my legs to spasm, or I get sweaty or I get a weird tingly sensation, which eventually wakes me up. Either that, or I get too cold, or too hot, or my hair bothers me. Naturally, I need help to get repositioned. Sometimes it takes a few minutes for someone to hear me (especially if they're sleeping) and I end up being wide awake by the time the person leaves my room. At the nursing home, it was procedure to get turned every two hours (I felt like a rotisserie chicken half the time). I'd be lucky if I could fall back asleep before the aides would come again and cycle continued on and on, every night. Despite all my efforts (medication, meditation, white noise, etc.) of battling my insomnia, it's an on going issue.
Being over tired often sets the tone for my day. There's many days that my lack of sleep seems to zap me of all motivation. The first few years post accident, I got up in my wheelchair every day (regardless of how I felt, partly because I had no choice in the facilities). Ever since I got a bedsore on my upper thigh in 2008, sitting up has become hit or miss. Sometimes I feel fine and other times I feel like I can't get back into bed or lay down fast enough. It makes me not want to get out of bed at all. For the past six months (give or take) I've been staying in bed 5-6 days per week. My nurses, aides & family sometimes get annoyed with me constantly being in bed, because they worry about my overall physical and mental well being. I understand that it's good for my body to sit in my chair, for blood flow, digestion and breathing. However, I'm already forced to sit up for two to three hours on the days my nurse comes, so on those days, I'm ready to lay down once they leave. I don't see the point in going through the hassle of getting fully dressed and transferred into my chair, only to want to reverse the process an hour later. It's just not worth it to me.
Ironically, I probably sit up the same amount of time in my bed as the days I get up into my chair. The difference is, I can lie down when ever I want, in bed. If I'm in my chair, I need to be transferred and partially undressed. My catheter bags also need to be switched and cleaned. Given the hassle and the fact that my aides come at set times, getting up just becomes less appealing, especially if I'm already tired, or feeling sick. On top of all that, the only thing I can't do in bed is paint. The list of activities I can do on my own is pretty slim, so most days it doesn't really matter if I'm sitting in a bed, or a chair. I can even do most things while laying down: watch tv, read, talk on the phone, use my iPad, control my PC by mouse & play Nintendo DS.
I could understand concern if I was completely lethargic and apathetic and spent my entire days sleeping or being zoned out. To me, that's giving up and it's not the case with me. Most people just fail to consider that there's still a big portion of my day that is out of my control and spent doing things I'd rather not be doing. I can't do things on a whim, or instantaneously, because I'm always relying on someone else to assist me. On top of that, there's activities of daily life (ADLs) that are simple to a healthy person, but have become stressful and traumatic for me. Gong to the bathroom is the number one stressor in my life. I don't even usually discuss it in any detail, out of embarrassment and shame. Unfortunately, I have no choice in the matter. I have to eat, therefore I have to go the bathroom. Something that should be a personal, private matter, now practically dictates my schedule and involves several people.
Most people probably don't even consider how paralysis (high level injuries and severe degenerative diseases) can effect every tiny detail of someone's life. I think it's too disturbing, or sad for some people to even want to know. Then there's the people who could care less, because it has no impact on their lives. The truth is, anyone could be in my shoes. It took less than a minute for my life to change, forever. It frustrates me that most people don't see how lucky they are, just to be able to care for themselves. Things that were once second nature to me, like brushing my teeth, taking a shower or going to the bathroom, have become things I dread.
I cringe every other night, because I know the nurse is coming the next morning. Having to have a permanent catheter is bad enough, but needing a bowel regimen makes me want to disappear into the floor and never eat again. It's not something that's easy to empathize with, because most people don't even know what a bowel regimen (or bowel program) is and because the normal person has sensation. It can't be that bad right? Yes. Yes, it can. For starters, just the fact that another human being has to assist me with something I had been doing solo since I was probably three years old, is stressful. It's not an aspect of life I've ever been comfortable with, and now my feelings of embarrassment and stress are off the charts. Secondly, I can't feel any part of the process. I feel no urge to go, no indication that I've gone and no relief or comfort in having gone. A nurse has to essentially, manually stimulate my body to go and then continue to check inside to see if it's worked. I'm usually physically uncomfortable the entire time, because it forces my blood pressure to rise and the commode is not very comfortable. The whole ordeal can take up to two hours, and I have to go through it every other day. It's also very emotionally draining for me. Just imagine having a stranger (at first. I have several nurses that I've gotten to know over time) sit with you in the bathroom while you go, and then clean your bottom for you. It's horrific, even though that scenario doesn't cover the full extent of the regimen.
Even with a bowel regimen, there's always the wonderful anxiety that comes with being incontinent, and never knowing when or if my body may decide to "go" for no reason at all. Having to wear Depends in your twenties and thirties, is not an easy pill to swallow. Having the fear of an accident is on my mind every day, and especially if I have plans to go out or have people over. The threat of it happening is very real and often completely unpredictable. I try to avoid know causes, like antibiotics, but there have been many, many days where I've needed to cancel plans last minute. Either for fear of incontinence, or feeling ill if things don't go smoothly. I try my best to ignore it all when it's going on, but I'm never that successful. After that, I have my shower. Yay. Yet another person to see me naked and have to wash (aka touch) every inch of me. Then it's all topped off with having someone else brush my teeth, hair and feed me breakfast (like an infant). It's exhausting. Unfortunately, it hasn't gotten any easier over time, for me to deal with most of the daily ADLs.
I almost never discuss my personal care with people other than nurses, aides and a handful of friends and family. I'm writing about it today, because I'm just so fed up. I feel like people should know EVERY aspect of living with paralysis. Sometimes I feel like going outside to find a random huge crowd of people and start shouting through a megaphone all of the stuff I deal with, everyday. It also makes it hard for me to be sympathetic to most people (healthy), because their "problems" all seem so trivial and stupid to me. I'd welcome most things people complaint about, in exchange for being able to care for myself. I get so angry and upset, because people expect me to live like this and either have no clue what my (or other people in my situation) life is really like, or if they do know (medical professionals), they still have no cure, or solution. "Just deal with it, and move on."
The worst is when people tell me, "well, at least you're still alive." Yeah. Great! It's not exactly easy to just forget twenty four years of a "normal" life and just be content with living, for the sake of being alive. The fact of the matter is, I'm left with few choices. If I want to "move on" with my life, it means having to deal with ALL the stressors, every second of the day. It means acknowledging the fact that I'll be chronically tired, often sick (UTIs are very common with catheters, despite how clean you are), have instances of incontinence, reliant on medication, need assistance from others, be susceptible to skin break down, be at risk of dying from respiratory infections, weakening bones, and inevitably have to do things that make me very uncomfortable (for my own health and cleanliness). It's my life. Take it or leave it. I don't get a breather. I can't remove myself from the situation. There will be many days that I'm sad, ill, or don't want to bothered with anyone, or anything that's not absolutely necessary. I can't understand why or how people still expect more.
Just because I'm feeling ill or tired, or just don't want to get out of bed, doesn't mean I'm giving up. Although I might not be as busy as I was the first two years I've lived in my apartment (2007-2009), I still try my best to be productive. I'm still painting, albeit much less frequently. However, I've continued to look for ways to share my artwork and have been exploring digital art. I work on my website from time to time and try to post at least two blogs per month. On top of that, I'm always networking and hunting for ways to help advocate for a cure. My intentions are always to raise awareness. I don't strive to be an inspiration or motivator for other disabled people. Other people with disabilities (paralysis specifically) already know what it's like to deal with my day to day struggles. Either that, or they were born disabled and have a totally different perspective.
I can't speak for anyone else, but I can educate people on the facts and use my life as an example. I don't expect other people to cope the way I do. Every person has their own story. Every person that's had a spinal cord injury goes through a unique experience. Your lifestyle, age and health all factor into how much loss you have to face. Each injury is unique. My goal is solely to educate the general public about paralysis and open people's eyes to what it takes to keep moving forward and all the obstacles that come along with paralysis. No one should have to live with paralysis and I feel it's important that people understand why we so desperately need a cure.
Personally, I'm at a point in my life (and my injury) where I have a tiny glimmer of hope left for a cure(that I'll be able to benefit from), but live each day at a time. In my mind, I'll be paralyzed until I die. If a cure is found, that'll be fantastic, but I have to face the reality of the present. I can't plan my life around "someday", "might", or "if." The truth of the matter is that, most days I don't feel motivated. Many days seem overwhelming. I'm sick of being sick. It's incredibly hard having a chronic condition. There are certain things that are inevitable and at times it's hard to face the day, because I know what's coming. It's never easy, but I try my best. I think that's good enough.
Sent from my iPad
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Not Good Enough
A poem (for lack of a better word. I don't exactly follow a set pattern or style. More like random thoughts...) I wrote a couple of months ago. I rather not go into detail on my thoughts behind it. Interpretation is up to you. Just thought I'd share:
Guess I wasn't good enough
Not enough to be your all
You've cut me deeper than you'll ever know
The pain runs through, down to my soul
I was holding on to a fantasy
All the while, you moved on
False hope
False words
Guess you were never who I thought you were
I just kept holding on
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
Things to good to be true
I was clinging to your memory
Seems I had things wrong
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Guess you were never mine
Thought all I needed was to do my time
The past pushed me on
Those illusions are all gone
You choose your path
My heart snaps
Lost love
Lost hope
Guess it's my fault for losing you
Don't know what I'm going to do
Blame myself for everything
Can't see what good the future brings
Bittersweet memories
Erase them from my mind
Impossible to stop
Impossible to run away
Guess I wasn't good enough
Not enough to be your all
You've cut me deeper than you'll ever know
The pain runs through, down to my soul
I was holding on to a fantasy
All the while, you moved on
False hope
False words
Guess you were never who I thought you were
I just kept holding on
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
Things to good to be true
I was clinging to your memory
Seems I had things wrong
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Guess you were never mine
Thought all I needed was to do my time
The past pushed me on
Those illusions are all gone
You choose your path
My heart snaps
Lost love
Lost hope
Guess it's my fault for losing you
Don't know what I'm going to do
Blame myself for everything
Can't see what good the future brings
Bittersweet memories
Erase them from my mind
Impossible to stop
Impossible to run away
Monday, July 26, 2010
Controversy in Dying
I was watching CNN the other day and a story about a controversial billboard caught my attention. The billboard over looks Rt. 22 in Hillside, NJ. I grew up in Hillside and traveled on that stretch of Rt. 22 nearly my whole life. Naturally, it peaked my interest to hear what was going on in my old neighborhood. It turns out that the billboard is currently advertising for a nationwide organization (one of it's chapters is based here in NJ), called the "Final Exit Network." The group is primarily volunteer based organization, which provides information, counseling services and advocates for the right for people to die with dignity. The billboard that they are sponsoring is visually very simple, no pictures, just text on a plain black background, six simple words. The simplicity of the design makes a direct, powerful impact on the reader and it is stirring up a ton of controversy. The sign reads, "My Life, My Death, My Choice" with the group's website (finalexitnetwork.org) printed below.
I've read several articles on the story and in all of interviews I've read, the founder of the NJ chapter, Rob Levine admits that The Final Exit billboard is meant to stir up dialogue about a patient's right to decide his/her care. So far, it's doing a good job. Critics say it promotes death and suicide and some groups want it taken down (the local Catholic community, for example). However, if you take a minute to actually visit the organization's website, it's clear that they are promoting choice and advocate for patient's rights. The group does not assist people with suicide. It is their mission to provide information and counseling to people with chronic, incurable diseases or ailments. While they are somewhat unique in that they are willing to counsel people that are not necessarily terminal, all the patients they help have survived a life changing injury, have a degenerative condition (such as ALS or MS) or painful incurable disease. The group does not advocate suicide. They educate people about their rights as a patient, long term planning (like funeral arrangements) and legal documents like advanced directives and living wills. The group also helps patients to fight for their rights and ensures that the patients wishes are carried out.
Critics can say what they like, but there are several key factors they have failed to consider (or ignore) . Number one, be informed before you state your views. If half the people that the reporters interviewed (by pulling commuters over to the side of the road) actually looked into the organizations position, they'd learn that they aren't assisting in suicides. The billboard isn't directed at your average "Emo" teenager or middle-aged person with relationship, self esteem, financial or run of the mill problems. The message is not telling people to go off themselves, because they are depressed. The billboard is meant to get people thinking about patient rights and inform people of the choices we all have, under the law. Secondly, it is very easy for a young, healthy individual to pass judgement on someone who is ill. If you are healthy, you've never experienced what it's like to have chronic pain, lose the ability to care for yourself, be constantly in and out of hospitals, reliant on machines and/or medication to survive. If you're healthy there's no way you can truly understand the stress, anxiety and desperation that can come along with knowing that there is no cure, that you might never get better, or worst, knowing that your condition will only degenerate over time. Unless a person is in this type of situation, he/she should hold their tongue. Lastly, critics should recall that church and state are separate. While many people's religious faith might influence them into thinking euthanasia or suicide is wrong, they should be mindful that their religious beliefs should only determine how they, themselves choose to live their life. It isn't right to impose personal, religious beliefs onto the law. Contrarily, I think people should be aware of the options they have and be conscious of the fact that life can change in an instance; so you're better off being prepared. It is tremendously helpful having the peace of mind, that God forbid you should get sick, or injured, that the people who hold your life in their hands will make decisions based on what YOU want for your life, as opposed to what THEY feel you should do with your life. At the end of the day, you are the only one that has to live in YOUR shoes. I think it's a good thing, to make people consider their choices.
Euthanasia is illegal here in the United States and often a hotly debated topic. I'm sure most adults are familiar with the name Jack Kevorkian, made famous (perhaps infamous, as "Dr. Death") by his stance and facilitation of assisted suicides, for terminally ill patients. He was convicted and spent time in prison for helping over a dozen people end their lives. It was a highly publicized case, here in the states, and even spawned a movie (which I've seen), called "You Don't Know Jack," which starred Al Pachino, John Goodman & Susan Sarandon. It was his story that first introduced me to the concept of euthanasia (I was a senior in high school when he was convicted in 1998 and had heard media coverage throughout the 1990's) and forced me to seriously think about the topic.
Although it is a touchy subject in the US, it is not so controversial worldwide. Many American and Brithish citizens have turned to other, more liberal socities to ease their suffering. Countries like Switzerland, allow medically assisted suicide and therefore get an influx of "suicide tourism" annually. In fact, there is a recent independent film (still listed as "currently in production" by Point Grey Pictures) called "The Suicide Tourist," which documents two cases of individuals that traveled to Switzerland to end their lives. The film is said to follow an American man during his last days and a Vancouver couple, petitioning to die together as a couple. I'm not sure if the wife won the right to join her husband in this particular case, because she was said to be healthy (which, for the record I oppose). However, I know of similar cases, where couples (both ill) have sought, and succeeded in dying together, through assisted suicide. Both cases from the film took place at Digitas clinic in Zurich, where for a fee of about €7,000 you can be injected with a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbitol and die, quickly and peacefully.
Currently, the Swiss government is working on revising their lax laws, regarding euthanasia. As the law stands, it is perfectly legal to die by or assisting in euthanasia, as long as you don't somehow profit from it. Dignitas, of course, is a business (whether they claim to be non-profit or not) and the founder has made millions from helping people end their lives. A recent scandal involving urns that were found at the bottom of a Lake Zurich have put Dignitas under the watch of the government, which is currently investigating the situation. Other countries have also been putting pressure (England especially) on Switzerland to create stricter guidelines that would call for each case to be evaluated by two doctors, and limiting the criteria for acceptance (most likely only for terminally ill patients- prognosis of death in six months or less). The possible reform would also make it much more difficult for foreigners to receive assistance; something Britain is hoping for.
I first heard of Dignitas a couple of years ago. I came across a post on Care Cure forums (spinal cord injury network and online community) about a young rugby player (only a few years younger than I was at the time) who had ended his life through the help of Dignitas. The man had been paralyzed (high level, complete injury) in an accident and after two years of struggling, he had had enough. Shortly after his death, the British government launched an investigation into his parents involvement in his death and were considering to charge them with murder. The charges were ultimately dropped.
I was surprised at the mixed bag of opinions that I read in the forum thread. I couldn't help but empathize with the man and thought very highly of his parents respecting his wishes, enough to be present at his death. Some people in the forums expressed sympathy, while others were downright irate, calling the man a coward. I guess I shouldn't have been shocked at the difference in opinions, it's just that, I felt if anyone could understand the man's pain and suffering, it would be those of us living with paralysis. I understand not wanting to die as a personal choice and that some people's beliefs deem suicide as "wrong" or "sinful." Technically speaking, I often wonder if "giving up" is the same as committing suicide (or assisted suicide). If you choose not to live on machines, medication, feeding tubes or treatments, is that the same as taking an injection of poison? I don't think so. I don't think everyone has the inner strength or motivation enough to find reason or the will to live with a high-level, irreversible spinal cord injury.
I don't like to judge others, because I feel I don't know what the whole picture is, and I don't have to live their lives. I also don't expect anyone to deal with my paralysis. It's my burden alone and the people in my life choose to be there. However, I could never expect anyone to live like this, because quality of life is an individual determination and I don't think it's fair to hold someone else to my personal standards, or ability to cope. There have been many, many days that I wished I could "opt out," so to speak. I don't think that makes me any better or weaker than anyone else, because no one has to live my life, except me. Only I can know the full extent of pain and emotional trauma I've experienced over all the loss and changes to my life. Only I can determine if it's worth my effort to keep moving forward. Today I choose to keep trying, but there might come a day where I just can't deal with it anymore and I wouldn't want people to judge me. I have to fight just to live. It takes a lot of work, money and services to sustain my life and it's not a life I'm happy with. It takes a tremendous amount of inner strength to find reasons and purpose to want to live this way. I would hope the people in my life would respect the fact that I have struggled to live a very difficult life (dependent on others, medication, bowel regimes, losing my career, freedoms & dreams) to the best of my abilities and that if I chose to "give up," it would mean I truly had no will left. I often wonder what critics would say if they could live my life for a week (and not know if they'd ever be cured). I have a feeling most critics would change their tune in a heartbeat.
I've always held the opinion that the individual should have power over his/her own health and well being; death and suffering included. I feel it's very cold and callous to force or expect someone to endure prolonged suffering, especially when medical science can offer no cure or remedy. As a society who loves animals and give our pets rights, we "put down" animals that are suffering, because it's "the humane thing to do." Why then (other than selfishness) are we so inhumane to chronically ill people? Personally, I respect others in the choices they make regarding their bodies and their health. Since my accident and upheaval of my own life, I've been forced to think about my own choices and what I want for myself. Most twenty something year olds don't think about their own deaths and/or take any initiative in creating a will, advanced directives or funerary plans. Luckily, most twenty something year olds are fortunate enough to never need those types of documents or advanced planning.
Looking back, I wish I had taken measures to create legal documents that stated my wishes, in the event of a catastrophic event. Reality is, anything can happen, despite your age. Young people are normally complacent (or ignorant) about documenting their wishes and estate planning, because they feel they have plenty of time and can wait until they are old and grey to start worrying. The truth of the matter is, that you are always at risk of illness and/or injury and once you are legal adult, it becomes very difficult (legally speaking) for other people to settle your affairs or make decisions for you. In the event you can't communicate your wishes, people you may not want making decisions for you can step in and/or make decisions you wouldn't want. It's much better to be prepared, especially if you're out of the house and on your own, because there are many aspects of your life can that become effected by illness or injury. Expressing your thoughts aloud is not enough. It's worth the time and effort (as little as 20 minutes and less then $100- using templates like Legalzoom.com) to put your wishes in writing.
At the time of my accident I was twenty four years old. I was teaching full-time and living in my own apartment. Immediately after my injury I was rushed to the hospital, on the brink of death. I spent three weeks in intensive care, had three surgeries, multiple live threatening fevers and was on and off a ventilator. My family stepped in to make many decisions for me. It was an extremely stressful time for the whole family and created a lot of tension and bad blood between some people. My privacy was completely destroyed, in every sense of the word. My apartment was shut down immediately; all of my belongings rummaged through. My parents tried to handle all my bills & finances and eventually, I had to give them power of attorney. I had no spouse and since I was an adult my parents were legally bound as to what they could and couldn't access. Everything happened so fast and I was in shock for a very long time. At first, I was in denial about the severity of my injuries. As reality started to sink in, it was all so traumatic that I was not in a frame of mind to be handling any responsibilities, other than just fighting to stay alive. Looking back however, I wish many things had been handled differently, and that I could've played a bigger role.
Since then, I've regained all my power to oversee my own affairs and have put plans into place, so that if I should become very I'll, or die, there will be no guessing, no fighting and less stress for everyone. I have a will and advanced directives. The will outlines what I would like to be done with my material assets. I don't have much, but it is very important to me that the people I choose get what I would like them to have. I felt extremely powerless after my accident. I never want to go through that again, nor do I want tension among my loved ones (recall the Terri Schiavo case 2001-2005) or to put my family through the burden of having to make life altering (or ending) decisions.
I know what it is like to be dependent on machines to breath. I never want to experience that again. I've decided (and documented in my advanced directives) that in the event I can no longer breath on my own that I am not to be placed on machines. That means that I would most likely die, but I'm ok with that. Quality of life is more important to me than quantity of life. I see no reason to prolong my own suffering. I find no quality of life in living off of machines (personally speaking). Everyone's threshold for what they can tolerate and what they consider quality of life is different. That's why it's so important to seriously think about what you want for yourself and to document it. In all honesty, if I had a living will at the time of my injury I would not be alive today. I would not of wanted this life for myself. I still do not want this life for myself, but I am stuck with it, and feel I need to make the best of it. I'm already unhappy, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to die, or giving up. I just refuse to suffer through anything worst than my already bad situation. I don't see the sense in living on machines. Been there. Done that. No thank you.
Now that I have my wishes documented, it's extremely important that they're followed through. I have made it clear to my family and care givers that these documents exist. I have a special card with my identification to alert strangers as well. If hospitals don't know, they're going to try to do everything possible to keep you alive. It's important that they know what you want and that plans are already in place. In my advanced directive I've also spelled out what I'd like done with my remains. I'm donating my organs, would like to be cremated, do not want a viewing or funeral and expressly forbid anyone to keep my ashes. It gives me peace of mind to know my wishes will be carried out. Death is not a pleasant topic and sometimes hard to talk about, but it's an inevitable part of life. Every individual has the right to make certain choices about their care, in both life and death. Otherwise, you leave a very heavy burden on your loved ones, who most likely, would not want the enormous responsibility, if they had a choice. It's important that people know their rights and if exercised, that they are respected. I think more people should have an open dialogue with their loved ones and take the time to make their own decisions.
LINKS to related articles (if case you're interested in learning more about some of the things I mentioned):
Canadian couple-http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6021947.ece
British couple-http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1199550/Famous-British-conductor-Sir-Edward-Downes-wife-die-assisted-suicide-clinic-Dignitas-Switzerland.html
Rugby player-http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/majornews/3689907/Parents-of-rugby-player-in-Dignitas-assisted-suicide-will-not-face-charges.html
Billboard-http://wcbstv.com/local/right.to.die.2.1805186.html
BBC Dignitas coverage- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10461894
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I've read several articles on the story and in all of interviews I've read, the founder of the NJ chapter, Rob Levine admits that The Final Exit billboard is meant to stir up dialogue about a patient's right to decide his/her care. So far, it's doing a good job. Critics say it promotes death and suicide and some groups want it taken down (the local Catholic community, for example). However, if you take a minute to actually visit the organization's website, it's clear that they are promoting choice and advocate for patient's rights. The group does not assist people with suicide. It is their mission to provide information and counseling to people with chronic, incurable diseases or ailments. While they are somewhat unique in that they are willing to counsel people that are not necessarily terminal, all the patients they help have survived a life changing injury, have a degenerative condition (such as ALS or MS) or painful incurable disease. The group does not advocate suicide. They educate people about their rights as a patient, long term planning (like funeral arrangements) and legal documents like advanced directives and living wills. The group also helps patients to fight for their rights and ensures that the patients wishes are carried out.
Critics can say what they like, but there are several key factors they have failed to consider (or ignore) . Number one, be informed before you state your views. If half the people that the reporters interviewed (by pulling commuters over to the side of the road) actually looked into the organizations position, they'd learn that they aren't assisting in suicides. The billboard isn't directed at your average "Emo" teenager or middle-aged person with relationship, self esteem, financial or run of the mill problems. The message is not telling people to go off themselves, because they are depressed. The billboard is meant to get people thinking about patient rights and inform people of the choices we all have, under the law. Secondly, it is very easy for a young, healthy individual to pass judgement on someone who is ill. If you are healthy, you've never experienced what it's like to have chronic pain, lose the ability to care for yourself, be constantly in and out of hospitals, reliant on machines and/or medication to survive. If you're healthy there's no way you can truly understand the stress, anxiety and desperation that can come along with knowing that there is no cure, that you might never get better, or worst, knowing that your condition will only degenerate over time. Unless a person is in this type of situation, he/she should hold their tongue. Lastly, critics should recall that church and state are separate. While many people's religious faith might influence them into thinking euthanasia or suicide is wrong, they should be mindful that their religious beliefs should only determine how they, themselves choose to live their life. It isn't right to impose personal, religious beliefs onto the law. Contrarily, I think people should be aware of the options they have and be conscious of the fact that life can change in an instance; so you're better off being prepared. It is tremendously helpful having the peace of mind, that God forbid you should get sick, or injured, that the people who hold your life in their hands will make decisions based on what YOU want for your life, as opposed to what THEY feel you should do with your life. At the end of the day, you are the only one that has to live in YOUR shoes. I think it's a good thing, to make people consider their choices.
Euthanasia is illegal here in the United States and often a hotly debated topic. I'm sure most adults are familiar with the name Jack Kevorkian, made famous (perhaps infamous, as "Dr. Death") by his stance and facilitation of assisted suicides, for terminally ill patients. He was convicted and spent time in prison for helping over a dozen people end their lives. It was a highly publicized case, here in the states, and even spawned a movie (which I've seen), called "You Don't Know Jack," which starred Al Pachino, John Goodman & Susan Sarandon. It was his story that first introduced me to the concept of euthanasia (I was a senior in high school when he was convicted in 1998 and had heard media coverage throughout the 1990's) and forced me to seriously think about the topic.
Although it is a touchy subject in the US, it is not so controversial worldwide. Many American and Brithish citizens have turned to other, more liberal socities to ease their suffering. Countries like Switzerland, allow medically assisted suicide and therefore get an influx of "suicide tourism" annually. In fact, there is a recent independent film (still listed as "currently in production" by Point Grey Pictures) called "The Suicide Tourist," which documents two cases of individuals that traveled to Switzerland to end their lives. The film is said to follow an American man during his last days and a Vancouver couple, petitioning to die together as a couple. I'm not sure if the wife won the right to join her husband in this particular case, because she was said to be healthy (which, for the record I oppose). However, I know of similar cases, where couples (both ill) have sought, and succeeded in dying together, through assisted suicide. Both cases from the film took place at Digitas clinic in Zurich, where for a fee of about €7,000 you can be injected with a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbitol and die, quickly and peacefully.
Currently, the Swiss government is working on revising their lax laws, regarding euthanasia. As the law stands, it is perfectly legal to die by or assisting in euthanasia, as long as you don't somehow profit from it. Dignitas, of course, is a business (whether they claim to be non-profit or not) and the founder has made millions from helping people end their lives. A recent scandal involving urns that were found at the bottom of a Lake Zurich have put Dignitas under the watch of the government, which is currently investigating the situation. Other countries have also been putting pressure (England especially) on Switzerland to create stricter guidelines that would call for each case to be evaluated by two doctors, and limiting the criteria for acceptance (most likely only for terminally ill patients- prognosis of death in six months or less). The possible reform would also make it much more difficult for foreigners to receive assistance; something Britain is hoping for.
I first heard of Dignitas a couple of years ago. I came across a post on Care Cure forums (spinal cord injury network and online community) about a young rugby player (only a few years younger than I was at the time) who had ended his life through the help of Dignitas. The man had been paralyzed (high level, complete injury) in an accident and after two years of struggling, he had had enough. Shortly after his death, the British government launched an investigation into his parents involvement in his death and were considering to charge them with murder. The charges were ultimately dropped.
I was surprised at the mixed bag of opinions that I read in the forum thread. I couldn't help but empathize with the man and thought very highly of his parents respecting his wishes, enough to be present at his death. Some people in the forums expressed sympathy, while others were downright irate, calling the man a coward. I guess I shouldn't have been shocked at the difference in opinions, it's just that, I felt if anyone could understand the man's pain and suffering, it would be those of us living with paralysis. I understand not wanting to die as a personal choice and that some people's beliefs deem suicide as "wrong" or "sinful." Technically speaking, I often wonder if "giving up" is the same as committing suicide (or assisted suicide). If you choose not to live on machines, medication, feeding tubes or treatments, is that the same as taking an injection of poison? I don't think so. I don't think everyone has the inner strength or motivation enough to find reason or the will to live with a high-level, irreversible spinal cord injury.
I don't like to judge others, because I feel I don't know what the whole picture is, and I don't have to live their lives. I also don't expect anyone to deal with my paralysis. It's my burden alone and the people in my life choose to be there. However, I could never expect anyone to live like this, because quality of life is an individual determination and I don't think it's fair to hold someone else to my personal standards, or ability to cope. There have been many, many days that I wished I could "opt out," so to speak. I don't think that makes me any better or weaker than anyone else, because no one has to live my life, except me. Only I can know the full extent of pain and emotional trauma I've experienced over all the loss and changes to my life. Only I can determine if it's worth my effort to keep moving forward. Today I choose to keep trying, but there might come a day where I just can't deal with it anymore and I wouldn't want people to judge me. I have to fight just to live. It takes a lot of work, money and services to sustain my life and it's not a life I'm happy with. It takes a tremendous amount of inner strength to find reasons and purpose to want to live this way. I would hope the people in my life would respect the fact that I have struggled to live a very difficult life (dependent on others, medication, bowel regimes, losing my career, freedoms & dreams) to the best of my abilities and that if I chose to "give up," it would mean I truly had no will left. I often wonder what critics would say if they could live my life for a week (and not know if they'd ever be cured). I have a feeling most critics would change their tune in a heartbeat.
I've always held the opinion that the individual should have power over his/her own health and well being; death and suffering included. I feel it's very cold and callous to force or expect someone to endure prolonged suffering, especially when medical science can offer no cure or remedy. As a society who loves animals and give our pets rights, we "put down" animals that are suffering, because it's "the humane thing to do." Why then (other than selfishness) are we so inhumane to chronically ill people? Personally, I respect others in the choices they make regarding their bodies and their health. Since my accident and upheaval of my own life, I've been forced to think about my own choices and what I want for myself. Most twenty something year olds don't think about their own deaths and/or take any initiative in creating a will, advanced directives or funerary plans. Luckily, most twenty something year olds are fortunate enough to never need those types of documents or advanced planning.
Looking back, I wish I had taken measures to create legal documents that stated my wishes, in the event of a catastrophic event. Reality is, anything can happen, despite your age. Young people are normally complacent (or ignorant) about documenting their wishes and estate planning, because they feel they have plenty of time and can wait until they are old and grey to start worrying. The truth of the matter is, that you are always at risk of illness and/or injury and once you are legal adult, it becomes very difficult (legally speaking) for other people to settle your affairs or make decisions for you. In the event you can't communicate your wishes, people you may not want making decisions for you can step in and/or make decisions you wouldn't want. It's much better to be prepared, especially if you're out of the house and on your own, because there are many aspects of your life can that become effected by illness or injury. Expressing your thoughts aloud is not enough. It's worth the time and effort (as little as 20 minutes and less then $100- using templates like Legalzoom.com) to put your wishes in writing.
At the time of my accident I was twenty four years old. I was teaching full-time and living in my own apartment. Immediately after my injury I was rushed to the hospital, on the brink of death. I spent three weeks in intensive care, had three surgeries, multiple live threatening fevers and was on and off a ventilator. My family stepped in to make many decisions for me. It was an extremely stressful time for the whole family and created a lot of tension and bad blood between some people. My privacy was completely destroyed, in every sense of the word. My apartment was shut down immediately; all of my belongings rummaged through. My parents tried to handle all my bills & finances and eventually, I had to give them power of attorney. I had no spouse and since I was an adult my parents were legally bound as to what they could and couldn't access. Everything happened so fast and I was in shock for a very long time. At first, I was in denial about the severity of my injuries. As reality started to sink in, it was all so traumatic that I was not in a frame of mind to be handling any responsibilities, other than just fighting to stay alive. Looking back however, I wish many things had been handled differently, and that I could've played a bigger role.
Since then, I've regained all my power to oversee my own affairs and have put plans into place, so that if I should become very I'll, or die, there will be no guessing, no fighting and less stress for everyone. I have a will and advanced directives. The will outlines what I would like to be done with my material assets. I don't have much, but it is very important to me that the people I choose get what I would like them to have. I felt extremely powerless after my accident. I never want to go through that again, nor do I want tension among my loved ones (recall the Terri Schiavo case 2001-2005) or to put my family through the burden of having to make life altering (or ending) decisions.
I know what it is like to be dependent on machines to breath. I never want to experience that again. I've decided (and documented in my advanced directives) that in the event I can no longer breath on my own that I am not to be placed on machines. That means that I would most likely die, but I'm ok with that. Quality of life is more important to me than quantity of life. I see no reason to prolong my own suffering. I find no quality of life in living off of machines (personally speaking). Everyone's threshold for what they can tolerate and what they consider quality of life is different. That's why it's so important to seriously think about what you want for yourself and to document it. In all honesty, if I had a living will at the time of my injury I would not be alive today. I would not of wanted this life for myself. I still do not want this life for myself, but I am stuck with it, and feel I need to make the best of it. I'm already unhappy, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to die, or giving up. I just refuse to suffer through anything worst than my already bad situation. I don't see the sense in living on machines. Been there. Done that. No thank you.
Now that I have my wishes documented, it's extremely important that they're followed through. I have made it clear to my family and care givers that these documents exist. I have a special card with my identification to alert strangers as well. If hospitals don't know, they're going to try to do everything possible to keep you alive. It's important that they know what you want and that plans are already in place. In my advanced directive I've also spelled out what I'd like done with my remains. I'm donating my organs, would like to be cremated, do not want a viewing or funeral and expressly forbid anyone to keep my ashes. It gives me peace of mind to know my wishes will be carried out. Death is not a pleasant topic and sometimes hard to talk about, but it's an inevitable part of life. Every individual has the right to make certain choices about their care, in both life and death. Otherwise, you leave a very heavy burden on your loved ones, who most likely, would not want the enormous responsibility, if they had a choice. It's important that people know their rights and if exercised, that they are respected. I think more people should have an open dialogue with their loved ones and take the time to make their own decisions.
LINKS to related articles (if case you're interested in learning more about some of the things I mentioned):
Canadian couple-http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6021947.ece
British couple-http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1199550/Famous-British-conductor-Sir-Edward-Downes-wife-die-assisted-suicide-clinic-Dignitas-Switzerland.html
Rugby player-http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/majornews/3689907/Parents-of-rugby-player-in-Dignitas-assisted-suicide-will-not-face-charges.html
Billboard-http://wcbstv.com/local/right.to.die.2.1805186.html
BBC Dignitas coverage- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10461894
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Summer Safety
As you may or may not know, the 5th anniversary if my accident was this past June. I was injured in a swimming accident, which left me paralyzed from my chest down. A split second decision to do a shallow dive changed my life forever. It was a stupid mistake (that thousands of people make every summer) that I'm still paying for, five years later.
I no longer have the ability to care for myself. Paralysis has robbed me of my independence, privacy, career, relationships, dreams and so much more. My accident literally flipped my life upside down overnight. Right now there is no cure to paralysis, so I have to face the reality that I might spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. I might never walk again, feel most of my body or be able to live without relying on others for my daily needs. It's a hard pill to swallow. Although I have hope for a cure, I have to live for today & deal with what I have now. It's important to me that other people understand how awful paralysis is, and why we should fight for a cure. I use my life as an example of how quickly life can change and hope people can learn from my experience.
According to the Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation, 6,500 teens end up going to the ER every summer, due to diving accidents. That does not include other summer related injuries, like biking, riding motor cycles, surfing or sports; which are all common causes for spinal cord injuries. Given that the annual rate of spinal cord injury (USA) is about 12,000, that means over half of all spinal cord injuries occur during the summer months. The CDRF estimates that there are approximately 200,000 people currently living (in the United States) with paralysis, due to recreational related spinal cord injuries. I'm one of those people.
Please take the time to learn more about paralysis & support research for a cure. There are many causes of paralysis. Unfortunately, many cases are due disease or preexisting medical condition and can not be avoided or prevented. Most spinal cord injuries can be avoided or prevented. Educate yourself and others of the common causes of spinal cord injuries and be mindful of safety measures that you can take to help prevent yourself and/or others from injury. There are some simple tips that you should know and discuss with any children/young adults in your life. The CDRF Paralysis Resource Center has put together a list for summer safety. Please check it out & share the info with friends & family (http://www.christopherreeve.org/site/c.mtKZKgMWKwG/b.5283099/k.6B65/Summer_Safety_Checklist.htm?msource=email&auid=6574797). It'll only take five minutes and could potentially save you or a loved one from getting injured. It's something I wish I had been more aware of at the time of my accident. It's so common to feel invincible when you're young and think it's important for everyone to be reminded of how easily a careless mistake can result in a serious injury. If I had read this checklist five years ago, it could have made me more cautious and i could have potentially made better decisions. Who knows? The point is, it never hurts to play things safe.
Thanks for reading & enjoy the rest of your summer!
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I no longer have the ability to care for myself. Paralysis has robbed me of my independence, privacy, career, relationships, dreams and so much more. My accident literally flipped my life upside down overnight. Right now there is no cure to paralysis, so I have to face the reality that I might spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. I might never walk again, feel most of my body or be able to live without relying on others for my daily needs. It's a hard pill to swallow. Although I have hope for a cure, I have to live for today & deal with what I have now. It's important to me that other people understand how awful paralysis is, and why we should fight for a cure. I use my life as an example of how quickly life can change and hope people can learn from my experience.
According to the Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation, 6,500 teens end up going to the ER every summer, due to diving accidents. That does not include other summer related injuries, like biking, riding motor cycles, surfing or sports; which are all common causes for spinal cord injuries. Given that the annual rate of spinal cord injury (USA) is about 12,000, that means over half of all spinal cord injuries occur during the summer months. The CDRF estimates that there are approximately 200,000 people currently living (in the United States) with paralysis, due to recreational related spinal cord injuries. I'm one of those people.
Please take the time to learn more about paralysis & support research for a cure. There are many causes of paralysis. Unfortunately, many cases are due disease or preexisting medical condition and can not be avoided or prevented. Most spinal cord injuries can be avoided or prevented. Educate yourself and others of the common causes of spinal cord injuries and be mindful of safety measures that you can take to help prevent yourself and/or others from injury. There are some simple tips that you should know and discuss with any children/young adults in your life. The CDRF Paralysis Resource Center has put together a list for summer safety. Please check it out & share the info with friends & family (http://www.christopherreeve.org/site/c.mtKZKgMWKwG/b.5283099/k.6B65/Summer_Safety_Checklist.htm?msource=email&auid=6574797). It'll only take five minutes and could potentially save you or a loved one from getting injured. It's something I wish I had been more aware of at the time of my accident. It's so common to feel invincible when you're young and think it's important for everyone to be reminded of how easily a careless mistake can result in a serious injury. If I had read this checklist five years ago, it could have made me more cautious and i could have potentially made better decisions. Who knows? The point is, it never hurts to play things safe.
Thanks for reading & enjoy the rest of your summer!
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