Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Thank you, Jobey/Zoe's Nana...for all of us "moms" out there!


I just loved this and thought I would share:

The Special Mother
by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make him live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't seperate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'". She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When
her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".

And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

The passing of a Pioneer...


It is with a very heavy heart that I pass the news along that Dr. Melvin D. Smith has passed away after a long battle with prostate cancer. He died this morning in San Antonio. For anyone on this site who may not know, Dr. Smith was the co-pioneer of the VEPTR. He was the pediatric thoracic surgeon who approached Dr. Robert Campbell in 1987 about a newborn patient born basically without a chest wall. These two incredible physicians combined their medical knowledge and dedication and created what we now have for our children, the Titanium Rib.
I would be glad to foward the email I received (from the Thoracic Institute) to anyone who would like to read the letter from Dr. Campbell.
Elizabeth


I remember many wonderful things about Dr. Melvin D. Smith. After Madi's initial implant at age two, the "skin issues" became immediately (if not understood) apparent. At first, we attributed her issues to a latex allergy. Let me tell you, words are not equal to the sight of your baby's skin PEELING OFF with the bandages and tape and hearing her scream in pain. Nurses were beside themselves and Residents were perplexed. At about two a.m., in came Dr. Smith. Sleep deprived, but genteel and caring. He cradled Madi and soothed her with his quiet and calm voice. He looked her over from head to toe and immediately went about finding a way to make bandage changes less painful.
A great doctor? Yes. A pioneer in his field? Absolutely. A compassionate, extraordinary and loving MAN? Beyond a doubt.
God Bless You and Reward You, Dr. Smith. You are forever loved here on earth by your tiny riblets and their thankful families. -Rhonda