Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Soon to be gone

The following is quite long, but I hope you will have the time to read it and, if you see merit in it as I have done, pass it on to remind others of an obligation we can all too easily forget



This was written by a doctor. This should be required reading in every school and college in our country. This Captain, a US Army doctor, deserves a medal himself for putting this e-mail together. If you choose not to pass it on, fine, but I think you will want to, after you read it.


Soon To Be Gone - From A Military Doctor:






I am a doctor specializing in the Emergency Departments of the only two military Level One-Trauma Centers, both in San Antonio , TX and they care for civilian Emergencies as well as military personnel. San Antonio has the largest military retiree population in the world living here. As a military doctor, I work long hours and the pay is less than glamorous. One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay, only more work.


Most often, it is a victim from a motor vehicle crash.




Often it is a person of dubious character who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it is often a nursing home patient. Even with my enlisted service and minimal combat experience in Panama , I have caught myself groaning when the ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to think of what citizens of this age group represented.




I saw "Saving Private Ryan." I was touched deeply. Not so much by the carnage, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking his wife if he'd been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict are priceless.




Situation permitting, I now try to ask my patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject without the inquiry. I have been privileged to an amazing array of experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept. encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission to the hospital.




There was a frail, elderly woman who reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm. She remained calm and poised, despite her illness and the multiple needle-sticks into her fragile veins. She was what we call a "hard stick." As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply said, " Auschwitz ." Many of later generations would have loudly and openly berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response from this person who'd seen unspeakable suffering.




Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific Island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his head from a fall at his home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet. He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours, and I couldn't drive him myself




I was there the night MSgt. Roy Benavidez came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn't know I was there. I'd read his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He died a few days later.




The gentleman who served with Merrill's Marauders,




the survivor of the Bataan Death March,




the survivor of Omaha Beach


the 101 year old World War I veteran




the former POW held in frozen North Korea ,




the former Special Forces medic - now with non-operable liver cancer




the former Viet Nam Corps Commander.




I remember these citizens




I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women.




I have seen a Congress who would turn their back on these individuals who've sacrificed so much to protect our liberty. I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these same liberties, won with such sacrifice.




It has become my personal endeavor to make the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when I encounter them in our Emergency Dept. Their response to these particular citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next generation.




My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing. Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note. We should all remember that we must "Earn this."




This was written by Captain Stephen R. Ellison, M.D. US Army.

Friday, January 25, 2008

2008 & The Start of My Saturn Return

It's is 2008 as you all know, and that calls for reflection on the year past, as well as the awareness of the present time.



It has been a while since I updated you all my pepsicles, and for that please forgive me. I will make it a function of every month to at least update my blog once with the general goings on of my life, however more importantly the discoveries that I find along the path of life.



The last 6 months have been a mixture of pure joy, elation, huge lfie changing events, tears, laughter and a forging of a new life. Just minor things, but maybe just possibly they have changed my world for the better, no matter how painful some of them have been.



I now resided in the USA, Boulder in Colorado to be more precise. I'm surrounded by the haunting, majestic mountains of the Rockies on a daily basis, where even in the most traumatic moments I can find some sort of peace for my soul to rest. However there is a downside, yes peps there is always a downside if we look for it. At the moment the issue for me is that as I wait for my cahnge in status here ie a Green Card, I can't leave the country. I hear you all say poor me, with a hint of sarcasim, but I have missed many events that for some reason I wasn't meant to be part of. I missed Sabby's wedding in OZ and just today I am missing my soulsisters 30th B'day party in London. My heart aches to share with them in person these large tranformational times in their lives, but the universe has seen to it that I don't attend in person. Maybe just maybe trying to impress upon me and others that the physical isn't the important part of this life that we all. Maybe it is trying to show me that these connection that we make with others in our heart will always be there no matter what hinders us from being present in the same place. To know that our souls all fly together as one in a realm that isn't on this plane. I truly hope that these amazing friends that I have share in those thoughts.



The big things that have occured in my life as these, I got married to Jason Lawrence, so I am now Mrs Alexandra Claire Weir Lawrence (wow who would have thought that there was a crazy enough man out that would propose and go through with it), we bought 37 acres of land in Southern Colorado, moved into our own house, travelled to Pheonix, San Diego and San Antonio, had all the families together for Christmas, continued along the journey of Jas' Military process and applied for a green card for me. I think those are the basic things. You can imagine it has been go go go, thank god I can't work over here yet as I wouldn't have had the time for all of that and a regular job.



For now let this be it, until I drop into my heart and write from that place where wisdom, truth, love and compassion lay. I will leave you with this little quote that stirred a vague feeling of recognition, ' Your pain is the breaking of hte shel that encloses your understanding ' - Kahlil Gibran.



Until next time my pepsicles I leave you