There is still time to get in on this one.
Don’t pull the plug on this unique opportunity to improve your communication skills.
You will learn to:
- Deliver bad news with a smile on your face.
- Withhold good news without feeling the guilt.
- Speak very softly to relatives with limited lip movement.
- Nod, wink and give two thumbs up to your loved one with enthusiasm.
- Inject “where’s all of your money and important papers” into any conversation by using the powers of subliminal suggestion.
- Disguise the end-of-life conference as a birthday planning session.
- Pull the plug on Grandma and blame the Bush Administration.
Author’s Note: At this time, U.S. Senators have stated that the Senate version will not contain “end-of-life care” language. It is the author’s opinion that it is because this language is already contained in the Medicare/Medicaid provisions, where it will remain.
Read the provisions here: End-of-life provision.pdf .
So, the big question is: why were so many Democrats DENYING that the bill contained End of Life language?
And if the bill didn’t contain the language, then why is the Senate saying that the final bill will not contain it?
AND President Obama said repeatedly in town hall meetings that a reform bill would not “pull the plug on Grandma”, but it is clear that, if Grandma has a power of attorney, it will NOT be her decision.
The truth is that if you are a minor child (under age 18) or are an adult who has a power of attorney, medical decisions of any kind will not be yours’ to make and remember that medical decisions may become financial decisions. I guess that the best thing to do as we get older and are still “of sound mind” is to have a living will and if need be, a “do not resuscitate” (DNR) order.
I experienced my first “End of Life” conference when I was seventeen. A very serious bacterial infection had invaded my knee surgery and had taken control of my central nervous system. Treatment had been delayed by 6 weeks by a surgeon who refused to believe that there was something wrong with me, even though I pleaded with him to take off the cast and see for himself. He refused, so by the time he took the cast off, my incision had exploded open from the infection and I was set for more knee surgery.
After knee surgery, I had tubes going into my leg that was hooked up to a pump that was pumping antibiotics into my incision and sucking it out the other side. Two days later, I was in my hospital room watching daytime soaps and I started fixating on the corner of the ceiling above my bed. A nurse came by and asked me what I was doing and I said I was looking at the ceiling. She told me to stop it, but I told her that I couldn’t. So, she came into the room and took my head and placed it down, but I went right back to looking at the ceiling. She did it again with the same results. She ran from the room to get her supervisor. It was around one o’clock in the afternoon because “Days of Our Lives” was on TV.
From there, things got crazy. All kinds of doctors and nurses were running in and out of my room. They took blood, saliva, cultures; I had X-rays taken, a radioactive brain scan, an electro-encephalogram and finally, a spinal tap. They couldn’t identify the bacteria and my convulsions were growing more violent. They talked about amputating the right leg, but I wouldn’t allow it.
Finally, I heard the doctors tell my parents to call the rest of my family in. They had done all that they could. I was yelling at doctors to fix me. I was yelling at my parents not to let me die. Discussions continued on my care. My sisters were showing up and they all thought it was the end. Apparently, they didn’t think that I could comprehend what was going on, but I could hear and understand every word. The doctors told my parents that a doctor in Moline, IL might be able to identify and treat the infection, but I would have to survive the night first. I never closed my eyes, was transferred to another hospital the next day, where Dr. Goldstein saved my life, because he would not give up until he identified the bacterial infection and made me well again.
And if I hadn’t been coherent enough and strong enough, I don’t know if I would be here today. There were a lot of unusual events that took place during that time that I was having convulsions. Much of it was surreal, but I know a lot of it was real and I know something outside of my body and soul helped me to fight and to survive.
THAT episode in my life, ladies and gentlemen, changed my course forever.
So, the moral of this blog is: don’t take lightly the decisions that you must make for your family members, loved ones and friends with regards to their care. By all accounts, I should have died in 1970, but survived. Things happen that can’t be explained by Web MD or the clergy. The human spirit and the will to live are different in all of us. If I get to a point in my life that I can no longer make decisions for myself, then I will trust that to the person that I have shared my life with and be confident that she will make the right ones. And the government can leave us alone to do that.
TCSS.
Art
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