And, more good news: she is now walking around on her own!
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
When Innocence was discovered not breathing and without a pulse floating in the pool, she was immediately brought inside by her father. An immediate call was made to 911 and her grandfather began doing cpr.
What was unknown to the family was that two experts were walking in their neighborhood at that time, a firefighter and his wife, a nurse. American firefighters are very fit, very strong people capable of fighting fires in the greatest of extremity. But, as I have been told in the past, over 90% of their calls are EMT (Emergency Medical Treatment) calls and they are very advanced in emergency treatment.
As this firefighter received the call on the radio attached to his belt, he realized the address was close by. He immediately took off at a sprint with his wife following. He arrived at the home and entered, immediately beginning emergency medical treatment of Innocence. I do not know the details, but I know that he was maintaining a regimen of 100 compressions per minute and sustained that until the ambulance could arrive and even in the ambulance, then going with the ambulance to the hospital. From there, the earlier story picks up the narrative.
As Ramana commented: "At a cynical age when the medical profession is getting flack for negligence, this is a welcome change." Agreed, but there are those around us ready to be heroic at a moment's notice, people geared to act and help. There is not enough gratitude in the world for what they do for people they have never met just because it is the right thing to do, because they have huge hearts and great courage!
To a man I have never met, to a man I do not know, "Thank you!"
Friday, December 6, 2013
My son-in-law, Flash Fokker, has a twin brother, Twin Fokker, and Twin and his wife, TwinWife Fokker, have a beautiful little girl, Innocence Fokker. This story is so poignant and so troubling that I am going to give you the spoiler that the ending is pretty good, because I don't want it to tear you up like it did us.
This past Sunday, the Lady Fossil came down the hall with cell phone in hand to tell me that Innocence Fokker had been found in the swimming pool unbreathing and with no pulse! Lafawnda and Flash had been at a shopping center shopping for Christmas gifts when they heard and they had immediately set out for the home of Twin. They learned on the way that Innocence was being airlifted to a regional children's medical center about 15 miles from our home. All of us had started the trip to Hell.
Lafawnda and Flash actually arrived at the medical center before anyone else, including the copter with Innocence. Soon, the direct grandparents gathered along with Twin and TwinWife. Innocence arrived and was taken in for emergency treatment.
The doctor emerged to tell everyone that the chances were high that Innocence would not make it. No one knew how long she had been in the pool and she was discovered clinically dead. She was intubated and a pulse had been restored, but there were no guarantees of survival or of safety from severe brain damage if survive she did.
The doctors fought like the warriors of peace that they are with this little girl and by the morning, she was stabilized in a medically induced coma. She had tubes and IV's everywhere and she was wrapped in a special cold blanket designed to keep the body temperature low. Her temperature in the pool had dropped to 83 degrees Fahrenheit and it had returned to the normal 98.6 degrees. This hypothermia was a possible saving grace for one so young, because it can prevent brain damage and tissue deterioration.
For the next two days, she was kept unconscious. She was on a ventilator, but the doctors noted that her organs were still functioning.
The next day was her second birthday (can you think of anything more poignant) and the staff and other parents of very ill children brought her all kinds of presents.
A brain scan was conducted for 12 hours and the neurologist only said that during that time, she had no seizures. Still, everything was looking as good as possible.
The next day, they started lowering the sedation and she began waking up. And she smiled at her Daddy! She had a long way to go, but she was able to recognize the people around her before she lapsed back into a deep sleep!
Well, each day has involved all of us watching the recovery of Innocence and helping our kids with the experience they were having every evening. It is one of the more taxing stretches we have ever experienced, for none of us were in a situation to falter.
Innocence is exhausted as I write this, but she is out of the ICU and has started going through rehab, and the team working with her are some of the best in the world. We are soooo relieved even though we don't know still if she will have any damage and aftereffects. We know that she watches her favorite movies and laughs at her favorite spots.
Now I show you Innocence Fokker, a little girl who has been dead and has returned, as she looked yesterday:
And THAT is beauty! Thank you Delores for bringing this topic to the LBC this week. Your sychronicity was perfect!
I will have a followup, for there is a true hero in this story and I want him to get his due. But, for now, this is enough.
Friday, November 29, 2013
When I was a child, daydreaming was a delightful habit. My mind would just take off for the hinterlands and I could construct my own internal novel at will. Indeed, I at times would construct a fantasy story line that I would essentially pause when my attention was needed for the "real" world and then restarted at that point as I returned to it.
Those internal stories had super heroes and I was, oddly enough, an observer, almost as though it was a movie. It made me an easy child to take places, because I didn't need my parents or other adults keep me entertained.
Don't get me wrong, I was not a withdrawn child and I only enjoyed my inner landscape in this way when there was nothing of interest for involvement at the time. Now, I don't daydream in that manner at all, but that doesn't mean that I don't use the same inner tools for adult purposes. I am involved in a project that requires me to imagine lighting fixtures oriented in space and what it takes to turn this into an input system for a salesperson and an output system for a manufacturing facility. Different use, same tools.
I also use a more freeform version of this for my spiritual questing. Instead of directing inner imagery, I try to present an inner medium awaiting spontaneous "projection" as it were.
I'm sure all of us have some version of this. I am curious. What is your version?
Check out the other writers of our Loose Blogger Consortium to see what they have produced for this topic.
Friday, November 22, 2013
This topic brought to the LBC this morning by shackman. It seemed impossible at first, but with a little thought and consideration …
It was 50 years ago today. It seems so long ago and yet it seems like yesterday. Every American can remember where they were.
It was in June of 2011 when word came to me that my father had fallen and would not recover. It seems so long ago and it seems like yesterday.
It was about 4 1/2 years or so ago. An idea came into my head that sprouted into the Loose Blogger Consortium. It seems so … well, you know the rest.
What ties these together? Emotion, caring and personal impact. Jack Kennedy’s assassination is etched in every American’s psyche indelibly because we embraced him. He had impact just by being and acting out who he was. His charisma and his family’s ushered in a new vision of America.
My father and I shared many memories and reflections on JFK over the decades just as we shared so much else. Both of their losses impacted me deeply, not to speak of the impact on my mother, who shared 63 loving years with my dad.
Now let’s close this circle. Along with the LBC came relationships of a type that I would never have anticipated at the time. We were few at the beginning, but we were very much into the idea of trying an experiment where each blogger would simultaneously write on a single topic and THEN go see what the others had written. The core group was really Ramana, myself – and this long legged lass from the Emerald Isle.
Well, over time and over sharing and over caring, we all became closer and began communication on the side in a variety of ways. We have had a surprising number of ups and downs over this period, for that is the lot of mortals. And the loss of my father to me and my mother was no exception.
What most don’t realize is that one of the true stabilizing forces for my mother at that time was this lady that I became acquainted with on the Internet, this charter member of the LBC. Marie – Grannymar – talked on many occasions through those early days on Skype with my mother and helped her through. And helped me through.
Now, this lady of Ireland who has become what we think of as our cousin for we are almost half Irish, is hanging up her LBC pen on this the 50th anniversary of the death of our Irish President. There is a poignancy to that, and I want to deeply and humbly thank my friend for all that she has done and all that she has meant.
And that brings me back to our original topic with this choice as my favorite book:
Friday, November 15, 2013
... this baseball uniform actually fit! Now, you can see that the only thing allowing me to keep the pants on was to use a belt at Halloween.
... I had hair.
... I had many friends and I had my parents ... but I still felt lonely in some ways.
Who needs to be young? I am happy right as I am.
This topic was brought to us by the ever youngun, Grannymar! May her eternal youth serve her well for a long time!
Friday, November 8, 2013
You go out, get in your car, take a simple ride to work or a granddaughter's soccer game or for groceries. You've done it a thousand other times, but this time!!! This time, a fool is driving about 40 mph over the speed limit, cuts you off and almost causes you to crash, then goes off weaving through traffic like there is no tomorrow.
Your blood starts to boil and adrenalin is shooting through your system as the body responds for fight or flight. Nothing would please you more than to see the two-bit SOB bite the guardrail on a tight curve. Where is a cop when you need one!
The truth is, most of us have experienced this. It is a primitive response, which, of course, means that it is one of the harder ones to control. I'm sure it comes out of the reptilian complex, somewhere deep and dark where dastardly potential lurks. Part of you is glad you don't have a gun right now. But, if intent encourages reality, this person is definitely not destined for Heaven! Not after the invective you just hurled at him.
Well, the bad news is that some people ARE carrying guns and are willing to stop and use them. Short of that, many people are willing to do things in a car that they would never think of in another setting. I mean, what is the last time you saw someone pushing through the line waiting to get in to a movie? But, get that same person in a car and all social niceties fly right out the window.
Oddly enough, I've read that studies show that people who personalize their cars the most are the most likely to be abusive on the roadways. So, is it an ego thing or a sense of entitlement? Please tell me what you think.
In the meantime, I will try to tame this stupid reptile that lives in my head. He's a pretty crappy driver.