See the bird in this image? Okay, so it's not the greatest photo ever taken, but I was using an iphone, so you must bear with me. Okay, now look again: see the bird in this image!?! Yes, there he is! Is he not great or what? My husband and I decided to take some days off and tour the beautiful state of Colorado. At this particular, seemingly secluded spot, we stopped to enjoy the panoramic vista that begged our attention. Suddenly, to the side of me, I heard rustling. Now, notice the thicket at the left hand side of the photo? Well, to my delight this gorgeous bird was perched deep inside that thicket, staring at us, then turning his head in curious wonder across the vista, as if he couldn't decide what or who held us spellbound. My breath was taken away by the magnificent beauty of this creature. (Okay, trust me on this one, the picture does not do him justice.) As if on cue, he sensed my delight, thrust out his chest and ruffled his feathers, turning around in the thicket as if he hoped to divert our delighted "oooh's and ahhh's" from the ho-hum mountains and valleys to the stunning beauty that he knew he was. Well, he sold me. "Oh my gosh!" I squealed (quietly) to my husband, "look at that magnificent bird! Oh, he is gorgeous!" My husband, craning his neck to see, answered, "Where?" "In that thicket! See that deep blue bird? Right there!" I whispered.
In October, 2007, my daughter and I traveled to New York City for a seven day stay where we presented the book-Doctors: Bound By Secrecy? Victims: Bound By Pain! to media personnel in a 3-day intense, spirited, highly energetic, and quite noisy Penn Top Ballroom located in The Hotel Pennsylvania, downtown Manhattan. We stayed at the Affinia Hotel, just steps away from Hotel Pennsylvania. Our evenings were spent touring the city, catching the broadway show: Mama Mia! and meeting lots and lots of neat and interesting people, many of whom we have stayed in contact. We bought so much crap, er, um, good stuff, that I had to purchase extra luggage to get it all home. Let's just say the daughter went crazy......and as all girls, if you can't decide what to get, just get it all.
Bottom line: Our trip proved to be a huge success, and a lifetime event that I will never forget. Though I shipped a large box of books to the Affinia prior to our flight, I give big thanks to my family back home: husband and daughter (and FedEx) who overnighted more books, not once, not twice, but three times... and son/employees who covered for me while I was away from my desk. (Actually they stacked all the paperwork/mail, but it was a neat stack!)
We are also headed to market very soon! My daughters and I have been at the drawing board for months on end and what a surprise we have in store for shoppers! My good friend, Susie, has also been at the drawing board-literally-and we have laughed so hard day as she makes ready the great images (!!!) and I provide the text for those images. Well, we haven't even gotten the project ready and we have already had a company who is interested in buying. But, we're not selling....not yet, anyway.
In my spare time, Thomas and Taylor, my 3-year old grandchildren, take me to Chuck E Cheese once a week where we play games for hours on end. Well, they know how bad I need out of the office and Gramps insists that I go with them! WOOOOO HOOOOO!
Condolences to the family of Annette Kehoe. Several people in the USA are watching this story. Many prayers for Anthony Aldous and other family members who need an answer to this sad story. When one reads the article, it seems as though certain people who are involved in this case are trying to slip out the back door.
How does the bowel become perforated? The doctors discovered the perforated bowel, but later in the article the coroner states that the cause of the perforation remains unexplained. The end of the article also states that the perforation was the underlying cause of many procedures, (more surgeries), treatments, and ultimately, death. In addition, the article states: "surgery was complicated by adhesions between the bowels."
Unfortunately, Annette had adhesions or had developed adhesions. At any rate, the bowel became perforated.........but, how? The key word in the article that just might lead to an answer is "routine." So called "routine" procedures are likely to be performed by any doctor or surgeon...which means that the patient may have surgery by a doctor or surgeon who has no experience with adhesiolysis procedures. Thus, the risk to perforate the bowel is higher than that of an adhesiolysis expert. Therefore, this case is an example--albeit an unfortunate example--of how important is is for an adhesiolysis to be performed by an adhesiolysis specialist in order to minimize such risk.
This is an unfortunate and tragic case which calls attention, once again, to the dilemma of adhesions and how important it is for an adhesion sufferer to have an expert surgeon who has mastered the tedious and risky surgery of adhesiolysis. In addition, this case typifies how important it is that even "routine" surgery be performed by a specialist.
Man! Don't we just hate it when the washing machine decides to goof off? Rather than doing its job and washing a load of clothes, it spins out of control for hours on end. We turn the dial, hoping for agitation to begin, but it only spins. We set the dial again and watch as water rushes in. We cross our fingers. We know that the stains on the clothes are in need of scrubbing: we need agitation! But do we get it? Oh no. When your washer decides to rebel, it's always when the clothes are at their dirtiest...and piled to the ceiling. As I look in the washer and watch the spinning, I notice that the spin cycle works efficiently. In fact, it is so precise and quick that all the clothes become a blur. Lost in a tornado of activity, I know the clothes are in there, but I'll never be able to see them clearly again until the spinning action stops. Completely. Well, my washer has no intention of stopping. I leave the room-thinking if I ignore it-it will suddenly decide to behave, give up its truant ways, and get on with the job required. An hour later, I return, yet I don't even have to lift the lid, for I can tell by the hum of the machine that it is hell-bent on spinning. This is where any reasonable woman loses all patience. I yank open the lid, now thinking it will sense my presence and suddenly stand to attention, salute, and give up its foolish behavior. But, this is one stubborn machine. It spins, and spins, and spins...
"You know, there's nothing the doctors can do for me anymore," the woman said to me. "I exist on pain medications. After sixteen surgeries...well...I must have had 'stupid' written on my forehead. I would get a little relief each time I had surgery, so I always thought surgery was the answer....pain makes you reach out for some type of help. You're willing to try and try again. Of course, I had learned that each surgery causes more adhesions, but I didn't know that one day the doctors would refuse to help me. They...." I hear the tears surface and there is a long silence before she can speak again. "They never told me that. They took out everything they could. Now, I'm not sure if that made me better or worse. At the time, I thought it was the right move. You think if they take things out, it would have to help. I don't know. I still can't keep food down and I had that problem in the beginning." Curious as to what caused her problems, I ask. "I had a hysterectomy. The type where they go in through the belly. You know, the big cut. Then when I began getting sick the doctor said I had developed IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). It took a long time for me to learn that my problems were actually the result of that surgical procedure. And, how stupid can I be? I opted for more surgeries."
The ARD sufferer is often left feeling stupid, ignorant, and without hope. Adhesions Far from being stupid, the woman was not allowed the opportunity to weigh the benefit of surgery against the risk of developing a debilitating disorder. The woman in story above had no knowledge of adhesions or adhesion related disorder prior to her surgical procedure. She was an uninformed patient, stuck in the spin cycle of a medical world. Soon her on-going pain and problems became a blur and she finds herself dependent upon her doctor to help her out of her pain. Pain has caused her mind to become clouded; she is unable to see a clear picture because the spinning has only gained momentum....
Now, for the good news. We all know that when a washer is working properly, it does stop spinning. The spinning of the machine begins to slow and soon there is a screeching halt, the brakes are applied, so to speak, and the machine STOPS. If you've ever watched this process, you can see the clothes fall from the sides of the tub, in an "AHHHHH! Glad that's over!" fashion. No longer are they held to the sides of a demanding spin, unable to pull away from the centrifugal forces that kept them bound.
For the ARD sufferer whose life has been spinning out of control, there is hope and help.
Dr. Daniel Kruschinski, a surgeon in Germany, (ADHESIONS) has been instrumental in helping countless ARD sufferers regain their lives. His knowledge against this illness is unparalleled. For my daughter, 14 years of medical spinning stopped when we set foot on German soil. In April, 2008, we celebrated Melissa's FIFTH year of freedom from the painful disorder of ARD, thanks to the brilliance of one surgeon, Dr. Daniel Kruschinski, and his boldness in pioneering a new method of adhesiolysis for the person who suffers from ARD. For more information about Dr. Daniel Kruschinski, see:
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And, A Big Happy New Year to all.
According to the National Women's Health Resource Center (NWHRC), surgeons don't communicate very well at all. A whopping 80% of women who had undergone pelvic surgery were not informed of the risk of developing adhesions prior to their surgery. ADHESIONS Of those women, 70% said they would have taken special precautions to protect themselves from getting adhesions if they had been aware of possible adhesion-related complications. However, if 70% (7 out of 10) would have taken special precautions, one can only wonder if this is the very reason these women were not informed of the risk. As is well known among those who suffer from adhesions, the #1 precautionary measure would be to reconsider surgery! Unfortunately, however, the patient is not allowed to weigh the benefit of surgery against the risk of developing a debilitating illness. The silence of adhesions is deafening.