Monday, January 17, 2011


I'm aware that if you read my blog and don't know me, you may write me off as "silly" due to my frequent allusions to Full House episodes and Cracker Barrell breakfasts, but I am not a stranger to what's going on in the world. When I decided to write this blog, I wanted to "keep it light" and try to be edgy without getting political unless it somehow can relate to the message I am trying to send [Tangent: Wow...that made me sound like a pretentious bitch, but I have no idea how to reword it to remedy it stays.] . My feelings on politics are strong, and once you uncork that bottle it spews everywhere. As with champagne, I save it for special occasions. Besides, the world is a dark, dark place and sometimes I just want to throw glitter on it to catch some light instead of wallowing in the dark too long.

Like everyone in our country, I have been brought to a bit of a standstill by the events in Arizona that took place but 10 days ago. Its not my job to speculate what the gunman's motives were. Everyone's hypothesizing and creating intricate plots and reasons. That's all fine and good, but despite all the chatter, it doesn't make it better or go away. It happened. People died needlessly in terrifying manner that in no way should have happened. [Tangent: Those that know me in any capacity know my feelings about guns, and that they are not positive, but that is not what this post is about.]

This post is about the news I heard last night- that Gabrielle Gifford's was upgraded again and this post is to praise the amazing strides that medicine is capable of making to virtually bring someone back from the blinding light. It has upset me for days that she is still on the vent. Every time the congresswoman was addressed on the nightly news,  I hoped she would be extubated soon and be able to draw breath on her own terms.

Vents have been my arch enemy and my saving grace... this summer I spent over 20 days on one, either by tube or trach. They are not fun, but they have their purpose and do not equal a death sentence. In order to make the jump to independent breathing, Gifford's family and doctors made the decision for her to get a tracheotomy procedure so she could join the many people that walk or sit among us with neck scars or permanent trachs. [Tangent: I too made this decision a few months back. Albeit not an easy one, and a decision that was made after buckets of tears and opposition and Adavan, it was the right one.]

Her road is made significantly more gravelly due to the nature of her head injury- but I have every hope that she will one day be able to look down at the 1.5 inch scar on her neck and breathe a deep, independent sigh of relief.  Sometimes to get from point A to point B, you need to go by tube.

1 comment:

  1. sadly, a bandaid can not cover the mental scars.


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