Terri Schiavo’s brain

2005/03/24 at 09:36

For days, I have pondered whether to post something about the raging issue of what to do about Terri Schiavo, and if so, what to say. I think it’s pretty much all been said elsewhere. Politics aside, this comment on Alas (a blog) states my feelings more elegantly than I could:

Hello, I’m a nurse anesthetists and work in Birmingham, Alabama. I live in the Bible belt, born and raised a Christian and I consider myself VERY conservative on politcal issues.
What Cerbrocrat has said, and what Jeremy has just said above me in a more technical sense, is right on point. This woman’s brain is SEVERLY damaged; the cerebral cortex is almost completely gone.
There is not a medication, therapy or experimental science that will ever change her condition. Like an arm or leg that has been amputated, the body can live without parts of the brain, but it will never regenerate. The only problem with my analogy is that although a person can actually function without an arm or leg, that’s not the case without a brain. There’s no such thing as a cortex prosthesis. She will be this way for the rest of her life.
I make my political and religious stance for a reason, that this is not a political issue; even if it has been made into one. This whole argument is about one single point, whether she would have wanted to live like this. Her husband (and some others) has said that she would not; her family says that she would. If all of you honestly were true to yourself, I would be willing to wager that at least 90% of you would say you wouldn’t want to live this way. Every person I have talked to, even the ones who have objected to letting Mrs. Schiavo die, have said they personally wouldn’t want to live like that. I know of dozens of family, friends, and co-workers who have just recently or are about to put this very thing into writing. Attorneys may end up the big winner when this is all said and done, but I digress.
The point here is that so many people would never want this for themselves, but somehow they want it for Terri and assume Terri would want to live like this. To me this is crueler than letting her die. I believe it is for the family’s own selfish reasons not to let her go, not the husband. If the husband wanted to be selfish, he would have been better suited to take the money and run 14 years ago, divorced her, walked away and just let here parents think he was an a$$. The money is all gone now, only about 50 grand remains, so what is his motivation at this point? To be the most hated person in America? It just doesn’t make sense unless he truly believes there is no hope for her and he knows she wouldn’t want to live this way.
I was asked today by a gentleman, “If it were your daughter, would you let her go.” I said yes and he responded with, “well, then you don’t love her.” I said, “Sir, it is because I do love her that I would want her to go home and be with the Lord, not suffer here on earth.”
As a parent it is only human nature to want your children to outlive you; I know I want mine to outlive me. But people have to put aside their own selfish wants to realize what is best for their child, and what that child would truly want in a situation like this.
So put aside all the conspiracy theories, the selfish motivations, the moral and emotional arguments and ask yourself, would you want to live like this?…and then ask yourself, do you honestly think Terri would?

National Geographic wrecked my family!

2005/03/22 at 23:35

The April issue of National Geographic magazine arrived today. At bedtime, Katie took it with her upstairs, intending to read it in bed before going to sleep. Samuel followed her into the bedroom and saw the cover for the first time. The photo on the cover frightened him terribly: he burst into tears and was inconsolable for a good five minutes. I then tore off the cover and threw it away in hopes of appeasing him.
A little later, Katie tried to show the cover article to Samuel in an attempt to show him that it was nothing to be afraid of. She turned a page, he saw another illustration that frightened him, and we went through the whole thing again!
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Narcissus

2005/03/22 at 08:47

The office complex where I work has a small gym for the tenants’ employees. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I leave the house at 6:00 a.m., beat the traffic, and then run on the treadmill before work.
I’ve never worked out with weights, but from what I understand, the best routine is to use relatively little weight with lots of repetitions. If that is correct, in all the times I’ve run at the office gym, I’ve only seen a couple of people follow this routine systematically.
This morning it was just me on the treadmill and one younger guy who came in to use the weight machines. He cracked me up: he would put on lots of weight, do three or four difficult reps, get up, stare at himself in the mirrored windows while flexing and rubbing the affected muscles, then repeat. He spent more time caressing himself and staring at his reflection than actually lifting weights. I also noticed that he only worked the muscles that he could easily see: arms, chest and shoulders.

Mama Cardinal

2005/03/21 at 13:05

A female cardinal eating from the feeder on our deck this past weekend:
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Peach blossoms

2005/03/21 at 13:01

Peach blossoms, taken in our back yard yesterday:
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Sucker for a cute face

2005/03/21 at 12:57

This is Sophia, a six-week-old Lhasa Apso that we took care of for a few days last week:
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Good Dog, Carl?

2005/03/12 at 09:07

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Heather Armstrong discovers the Good Dog Carl books, and says (though with more vulgarity) pretty much the same thing I did when I first read one of them:

What mother in her right mind leaves her baby in a stroller at the bottom of an escalator in a department store TO BE WATCHED OVER BY A DOG? Do the police know that this is in print? AND I‘M THE BAD MOTHER?

Crab cakes

2005/03/11 at 10:55

The person who named the food that we bought for Samuel’s hermit crabs had a sick sense of humor. Not ‘Hermit Crab Chow’ or ‘Hermit Crab Food’, but ‘Hermit Crab Cakes’! Mmmm.
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Dr. Doolittle

2005/03/10 at 10:50

This morning I went running on the Town Lake hike and bike trail. As usual, there were a lot of people out running, some of whom had their dogs. I always feel sorry for the dogs, especially the water breeds like Labs. I can just hear them saying to their people (not literally hear, as in Eddie-Murphy-as-Dr.-Doolittle hear): You mean we just came down here to run? Excuse me, I’m a water dog and that’s a lake. Lab! Lake! Dog! Water! Ducks in Lake! Must chase ducks!
There was one lucky dog at Auditorium Shores whose person was throwing sticks into the lake and letting the dog retrieve them. The others could only watch and wish.

That wacky English language

2005/03/10 at 08:39

This morning, I heard a radio advertisement for a furniture store. The ad claimed that their current sale “is the most looked forward to event of the year.”
Why not just “most anticipated”? Poor copyediting?