My
dad has carried the business card pictured here for over 10 years. The card
signifies an event that was a life-changing event in my family’s lives. It is
the business card of the CHOP neurologist who delivered the message to my
parents of my diagnosis and prognosis. Basically, Dr. Stinkel (name changed to
protect his anonymity due to the fact that he had a stinky bedside manner)
informed my parents that I would probably die during child birth and if I did
live, I would be plugged into all kinds of machines to keep me alive and that I
wouldn’t breathe, eat, speak, walk, see, hear……you get the picture. This whole
curve ball was a change that my parents had to deal with on the fly, and they
did so fairly well. It changed their lives, their careers, their relationship
and their perspective. Amazingly, they were able to deal with it and adapt to
the change that life had dealt them.
The
card also signifies the ability of us to change things supposedly unchangeable.
I was sent home with hospice care because I was supposedly a “short-timer”.
Hospice’s job was to make sure my parents knew how to feed me through a tube
and how to give me morphine when the pain got too bad. They were useless. But
rather than sit and wait, my mom changed things. She never gave up, and
continued to try to get me to eat and crawl. My parents took me everywhere and
we celebrated birthdays every day…..then every week, then every month. Mom
dismissed hospice and made dad throw out the morphine (he wanted to keep it for
himself J).
Ever since that change that my mom created, I have been a pretty amazing kid. I
do everything and make a difference every day.
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