Follow up to previous post …

Posted: April 11th, 2011

In the last post I shared both the form I needed to fill out for Pearlsky and some thoughts on it. To be clear, I fully understand the reasons behind the form, the intent and such, and it did not upset me, but it was a bit depressing in its “in your face” way. And, by the way, thank you all for your supportive comments. Here’s what I think, I think the government needs to change all such forms by adding the following instruction:

If you are as messed up as Single Dad’s Pearlsky, skip to the last page.

There, now this population will truly be included.


As for the comment about the inclusion of the word “retard,” I spent a while coming up with the proper sentence that needed to be repeated a few times. It has been pointed out to me that I should have said “mentally retarded” if in fact I was going to use that word. I have no problem with the word for several reasons. One big one is that it is used by my state and to become Pearlsky’s guardian, I had to swear in a court of law that she is “mentally retarded.” It is more than that, though. I don’t know what to replace it with. For instance, there is a big deal about the now completely socially-inappropriate word “nigger.” I understand that, especially because in the vast number of times where one may use it, if not all, a more socially accepted word, such as “black” works just as well. So if those offended by the word, those it is “aimed” at, object and there is an alternative that works and is not offensive, then it’s a no-brainer. I do not know a better term for Pearlsky’s state than “mentally retarded” (and, erroneously shortened to “retarded”) (although she is “retarded” in other ways as well) (and since her actual diagnosis is generally unheard of, it is useless to use).

But Single Dad, what about “severely disabled,” a term you have used?

Good question. But, alas, that term is a meaningless label. Yes, I use it, but what does it mean? Elizabeth refers to her Sophie as “severely disabled,” but note that Sophie can use an iPad to some extent and has interactions with her siblings. Claire does as well, she refers to her Sophie as “severely disabled,” yet she too uses an iPad and can, and does, use a few words (not to mention the title of her blog …”Life with a severely disabled child”).

Pearlsky does none of that. This is not a contest for the label, just an example that said label is not well defined. I used the word “retarded,” unfortunately without the adjectival “mentally,” because that has a precise definition. Her mental growth has been, and is, retarded, “delayed” as in “delayed in development.”

I am not trying to open up a discussion on the word, just to explain why, at least in a quasi legal situation, I use the word. In this state it is the legal term and in this small mind of mine, it is the only word with the exact definition I need.


I just find it tough at those times when her physical limitations are delineated, explained, focused on. It is the other stuff, her personality, her smile that lights up a room, her now sticking out her tongue most of the time when I ask, her unexpected but appropriate laughs, her clear blast of humor and snarkiness that sneak out, these are the things that mute, muffle, and suppress the hard realization, that yes, she has a great soul (neshama, dusha, âme, lélek, själ), and yet, she is a mentally retarded cripple.

And I adore her.



“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” ~Job 33:4

Posted: April 9th, 2011

Take the example of a television camera focused on Oprah. Studio lights shine on her, the camera is pointed at her, and some electrons leave the camera and go into equipment in the studio. From there they get jumbled around eventually some radio waves get involved, more electronics, a cable wire and into your television. The light from the television finds its way into your eyes, does stuff to the back of your eye, impulses fly through your optic nerve to your brain, and voila! You see Oprah.

Where is the image of Oprah? In your eyes? Do you see images in dreams when your eyes are closed? Is the image in your brain? On the television screen?


You’re walking down the street, minding your own business, and all of the sudden you fall into a large vat of super cooled nitrogen and every cell in your body freezes solid, instantly. No one notices you are missing for, oh, a couple of dozen years. Your frozen body is discovered and using technology of the day, you are instantly thawed. Do you continue with the same thought you were having when you fell in so many years ago?


Genesis 2:7 says “And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” So creation says we are just a mess of physical stuff, with a soul thrown in the mix.


I am in the midst of applying for disability benefits and supplemental security income for Pearlsky. Some of it is automated on the web, some had to be done during a scheduled phone call, and now there is the “Function Report – Adult.” One of the instructions is, in bold and all caps, “DO NOT LEAVE ANSWERS BLANK.” They already know she is legally blind, I sent them the state’s certificate of blindness. They know all her medications, diagnosis, doctor’s names, etc., but it looks like I have another form to complete.

This one was tough. I was going to post it, then decided not to, but will. I have told you that Pearlsky has no communication at all, no apparent fine or gross motor skills (but she does get her fingers into her mouth), and more. She has a major effect on people, a personality, and a soul. But reading this report, you see none of that.

Where is her personality? Her soul? Here is her report.



“If we must die, we die defending our rights.” ~Sitting Bull, Hunkpapa Sioux

Posted: April 5th, 2011

I am having a tough time reconciling some legal stuff lately. No, not the judge’s ruling that I am not allowed near dairy farms without supervision, I mean other things all around us.


I’ve discussed this one … any student has the right to not take an exam, any exam. We don’t have tasers, they just get a failing grade. Pearlsky does not have this right, they “administer” the exam, her or my wishes be damned. Hence, she has fewer rights than all the normal students.


Also discussed, the state has a law that forbids a Durable Medical Equipment (DME) company from selling Pearlsky any parts for her wheelchair until Medicaid approves it. That means a minimum of three weeks, for any part at all. But non-cripples who don’t have Medicaid, can buy any part, anytime. Hmmm, that sounds like equal rights, no?


When you mix the media and the courts, you get reports that either don’t make sense or are missing so much information as to be ludicrous.

Lindsey pointed out this article that basically is about a woman who, while giving birth to triplets was permanently disabled by the doctor doing the delivery. My guess is he was using a pitchfork instead of forceps, neither of which are a good idea. She was left totally disabled, and it is claimed she can only blink “yes” and “no” (which leaves me wondering, wtf? If she can do that, teach her Morse code!) The triplets are fine, the husband divorced her a few years later and lives across the country. He is now in court demanding that the children never see their mother or even her picture, claiming she is “100% not there.” The woman lives with her parents and wants (?) to see the kids. There is no evidence that the kids do or do not want to see their mom.

There is so much missing from the article and so much craziness here. I do wonder what the divorce decree said. Does the custodial parent have the right to “eliminate” the other parent? I wonder why the maternal grandparents are not given visitation rights. I wonder what mom really understands.  I wonder what harm could possibly come to the children. I wonder how much their religion is involved. The whole thing is awful, mainly because the reporting is aimed at tugging at your heart, not at passing on information. What are “parental rights” anyway? And then, there is other information not offered unless you dig … mom got an eight million dollar settlement from the doctor, the maternal granddad sees the kids three or four times a year, the dad and maternal grandmother are not very endeared with each other, the dad’s not such a bad guy, etc.

I did find another article, after the judges decision. The judge is insisting on pictures and mementos of mom in the kid’s house (similar to my shrine to Aphrodite, I guess), monthly “Skypes” and a yearly visit. There still is a lot wrong with this picture.


If you read the page of this blog on the menu above called Shoes, you will see another take on the theory of not understanding until you walk in another’s shoes. In Pirkei Avot 2:4 we are told “… do not judge your fellow until you reach his place …” Hillel is not admonishing us not to judge, but to understand how a person came to his place before rendering said judgment.

That leads me to this article. A mother is on trial for attempted murder for withholding chemotherapy from her “severely autistic little boy with non-Hodgkins lymphoma.” The boy died (so why “attempted murder”?). There is no mention of the father or other family members. We are pretty much not told anything so what is the point of the article? Why would a mother do this? Can you imagine? You cannot answer that since who knows what “severely autistic” even means in this situation. Do you not do everything possible to extend your child’s life, to medicate and care for your child? I don’t know the answer to that, and it is not for me to answer. What are the parental rights? Do you HAVE to give all medicines? Is a doctor’s prescription law … do you have to do what a doctor tells you to? Can you refuse to vaccinate but not refuse to medicate?


Whose idea was this whole having kids thing anyway? Oh, and by the way, cow tipping is an urban myth.



“Whatever your life’s work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Posted: April 4th, 2011

I honestly don’t care if Pearlsky’s van driver has more than a third grade education (he happens to be well educated) as long as he knows how to secure the wheelchair and knows how to drive safely. I honestly don’t care if my senior engineer knows how to raise a kid or tie his shoes, as long as he is a top notch engineer in his field. I expect people to do their job well, the entirety of their job and I will hold them to that if their job intersects with my or Pearlsky’s life. It is fine with me if her physical therapist is an awful wife or can’t drive, as long as she is a great physical therapist. That said, a teacher has many “hats” and needs to do well at many things. Command of the English language may just be one of those.

Here is the email du jour, sent to the special education coordinator, who is wonderful, and knows that this was sent both in jest and seriously.

Subject: I guess I can be adifficult parent ;)

I have alot to say about acertain note that came home with aparticular student in aspecial ed classroom. It is amazing that agood education is not aprerequisite for ateaching degree or even to be aparaprofessional!

Hope you had agreat weekend.



Hot date

Posted: April 2nd, 2011

I went to the big city symphony today. Brought along a hot date. Jealous? You should be.



It’s a wrap!

Posted: March 29th, 2011

Life has a way of getting in the way. There are a couple of things I want / need to post about but then today Rachel left a comment which had a link to a blog that had a link to a product that I may be interested in.

Basically, it appears that these two people in New Zealand have come up with a corset like wrap for use with scoliosis and the like. The website talks about their child and their immediate aversion to the classic body jacket (such as Pearslky’s that we are not really using), and their successes. They custom make these for others. Here is a picture of what it is … the “Charley Wrap.”

They have other pictures, stories and results. If you look at the results page, it is impressive, but there are some questions about the position of the shoulders in that bottom left x-ray.

Five hundred dollars, custom made, from New Zealand. Anyone have one or know anyone who has one?



Hey, leave my child behind, please

Posted: March 25th, 2011

A couple of things are getting to me the last couple of days, not the least of which are the ways that the severely disabled actually end up with fewer rights than the abled, and yes, I can back that up. There are some things going on with Pearlsky, and there is the article mentioned by Lindsey in the last post’s comments (I will be talking about that soon, you need not look now) (but you can).

Instead of those issues right now (give me a day or two), here is something that came up today. I have alluded to my dismay with the No Child Left Behind laws and testing. I firmly believe the testing is a total farce for the severely disabled. The testing is mandatory for high school students in all states except California (bet you did not know that! yes, Californians can opt out, but school teachers and administrators can’t tell you that). Pearlsky and I have been on the television news, we were at the State House talking with senate leaders, etc. about how Pearlsky has fewer rights than the “normal” students and how crazy the test is. I actually got her out of it via loopholes, write to me offline if you are in such a fight and want some information.

This brings me to today. Basically, our state allows for a separate testing for the disabled, but the tests MUST still be to the curriculum for the age grade of the student. That’s right. Your severely disabled kid has to be tested on tenth grade math.

There is a young man in the sixth grade here, someone dear to me. He is severely disabled, and although he can reach and crawl, we believe his cognitive abilities are on a very low level. He has never shown communication, understanding, etc. And now he needs to take the first of many No Child Left Behind tests.

Now for the humor.

For the English part of the exam, my friend needs to be tested with this:

Determine the meaning of unfamiliar words using context clues (definition, example).

Now, dear readers, how on earth would you test one of our kids for this? How can you ever know if s/he “determined the meaning …” of anything?

Want to know how the school is doing it?

When given the prompt, the student will identify his picture in a field of two with 100% accuracy and 80% independence.

And now, hold on friends, here is the proof that this young man can “Determine the meaning of unfamiliar words using context clues” by identifying his picture out of two pictures …

That is a scan of a photocopy of the picture the teacher submitted as proof. No, I did not “photoshop” the sizes of the pictures, yes, the larger picture is a picture of him, yes, he is right-handed and always uses that dominant hand, and yes, they are serious.

Your tax dollars at work.



Dangerous curves ahead

Posted: March 21st, 2011

(Babe 1 created by Ken, here, and Babe 2 created by SingleDad)

My mom tells me that the woman on the left will kill me, and the doctor today told me that with the woman on the right, there is no way to tell. What to do? Whatever … you take your chances.

We went for a second opinion on Pearlsky’s scoliosis today. This doctor is the chairman of orthopedics in a major hospital, he has been around for years, and I really trust him. He is the kind of doctor who tells it like it is … even when it hurts. For instance, David’s ankles and feet are not so good orthopedically. He has explained all the options, including pretty scary surgery and then he adds, “And you do realize, that even if we fix these orthopedic issues, he will never walk.”

A couple of years ago Pearlsky may have broken her wrist. We went for x-rays and then went to the orthopedic clinic. I saw the nurse manager and asked if we could see Dr. K. She told me that his daughter was getting married the next day and he was not in. As we went to wait in the waiting room, Dr. K. walked in the door, in jeans and “street” clothes. He said “hi,” I congratulated him on the wedding, and he said he was just in to grab some papers. Two minutes later we were called, and, yes, Dr. K. examined Pearlsky and the x-rays. We all left together. This is the kind of guy he is.

Since our physiatrist is at the competing big city hospital, we originally went to their orthopedic director for the current scoliosis issue. They gave us the barely usable body jacket (in boring white) (my doing), and the bit of a push for surgery. Today we went to Dr. K. for a second opinion.

Right off the bat, he boggled my mind. There is a set of x-rays from October that both teams are using for the original diagnosis, the image above is from that set. The other doctors measured the curve shown at 52 degrees. The doctor today measured it at 60 degrees, about 20% larger. WTF? The same image, both using computerized tools for the measurement. Does it matter? Well, from a scientific / engineering point of view, hell yes. From a medical point of view? Not really. A doctor may say yes, but I prefer doctors that go by symptoms rather than numbers AT TIMES. It is sort of like if you look at a woman (or guy) and think she is drop dead gorgeous. It does not matter if she weighs 100, 120 or 150 pounds, whatever the number is does not matter, it is the looks. Well, it should be the same in some medical instances. Do we care what Pearlsky’s Tegretol level is (one of her seizure meds)? As long as it is not in the toxic range, I want to keep the level wherever the seizures stop, the actual number is moot. But I digress …

He looked at her sitting in her chair.

“I can see the curve, but she looks good.”

I explained how it is close to impossible for me to put her body jacket on her by myself. He shrugged and said “don’t.”

It comes down to the fact that no one knows what will happen. She stopped growing years ago. The body jacket may or may not make her more comfortable in her chair. The curve may or may not progress. The jacket will not remove the curve, it will just hold her straighter when she is in it. And not all that much. There is really no need to do anything until she is either uncomfortable, there is any damage (organ, etc.), or her ribs are touching her pelvis (don’t even want to think about that). In essence, why fix it with major invasive surgery when in fact, there is no real problem? Why struggle with the jacket when it probably makes no difference?

As for the pictures above … I’m stuck with the one on the right, and too old for the one on the left. Either one may just be the death of me …



Gotta love blogland …

Posted: March 17th, 2011

As some of you know, I have a blog best-friend-in-the-whole-world. Well, he is if you don’t count all my other best friends, but that is besides the point.

So, my blog best-friend-in-the-whole-world wrote a post today and the gist of it is that his mom has been diagnosed with a thing that is, well, terminal. She sounds like a fighter and since some people do ok with this ailment, we hope she has a good shot at NOT being one of those that go downhill fast. This guy loves his mother (how bizarre, no?) and we all wish her the best with her fight, and him the support he needs and the strength to support his mom, no? So, what does some (other) commenter do? He writes a comment which, in essence says, “I am a medical [sic] person and I figured out my mom’s disease before the doctors, and her health fell like a rock. She will shortly be worse off than my severely disabled son!” I don’t get it. I know I am just a simple blogger, but is that supportive to hear? The blogger expresses his fears and feelings that his mother is terminally ill, and he is “consoled” with a story of someone who crashed and burned.

Isn’t part of this blogging thing, at least in our little corner of it here, to be supportive. Don’t we (“we” specifically being those in this “club,” dealing with our severely disabled children-students-clients on a daily basis) use our blogs as an outlet, a supportive place, an exchange of ideas? Luckily I have only a few examples as those above, I think most of us do get it.


“Wow” on the poll in the last post. About one in ten of you voted, and thanks to those that did. From the comments and the “others,” I guess there is another one or two in the “really” category that did not choose it. I don’t know if I buy that there are more “never” than “occasionally” but if true, that is great.

Claire has a post where she throws around the F-word for sport, but also claims to have received an email calling her a “Debbie Downer” (shouldn’t it be “Crestfallen Claire”?). I have no comment, but some annonymous person did …

You are SO NOT a Debbie Downer. I kind of think that we all need to be more Debbie Downerish. Dealing with serious disability doesn’t have much upside. Everything would be better if our family never suffered this catastrophic injury. I can barely remember what normal life was like, but I know it was about a million percent better.


On one hand, Japan and Libya put life into perspective (Erika’s and Elizabeth’s comments). But in the confines of my family, Pearlsky and David make my life as tough and complicated as any. That said, if Anyone is listening, ummm, how about a bit of a break, will ya? And cut one for Aphrodite while You’re at it. And all my blog best friends. And, while You’re at it, bless Ken, tell him I suggested it, just to piss him off. And a blessing for a troll for even a troll needs a break. Thanks.


Monday we see the chief of orthopedics at the other big city fancy shmancy children’s hospital for a second opinion on Pearlsky’s scoliosis. He is not a “spine guy” anymore, he was, but he is wonderful. He is the same guy that the day before David’s big hip and leg orthopedic surgery five or six years ago said to us “Are you sure you want to continue and do this? This is the riskiest case I have taken on and have handpicked the anesthesiologist and nurses.” Way to instill confidence, doc! He is brilliant, a very straight shooter, and I trust him tremendously. Since there is so much conflicting information and advice on scoliosis, and since I can’t get her in her brace by myself, I really want his opinion on it all. Not sure I will want to hear what he says.


Aria got to go home from the NICU! Wishing them the best …


I am playing with some survey software and thinking of trying one here. Send me any survey questions (multiple choice, fill in the blank, etc.) that you would be interested in seeing how others of us answer.



Anonymous poll …

Posted: March 14th, 2011

Yes, I know, some things cannot be boiled down to a simple sentence. But a single sentence (or simple poll question) can start a dialog.

Go ahead, answer honestly, I dare you.

“Other” responses:

  • used to
  • need residential options to never
  • I nearly didn’t, a few times. Glad I did now, life is good.
  • hope I never have to
  • While at the hospital, I often wished my kid would not make it home.
  • hope I never have to
  • Who in their right mind would answer this one candidly?
  • I wish that all of him had come home.