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Expect the unexpected. A warning.

So, my Dad will be coming to stay with me and my family Thursday. Hopefully very short term since he’d rather be with my sister in Arizona.

The phone call to tell him was uncomfortable and I had to be just like him (again), to get him to hear me. At one point I reminded him that over a year ago I tried to suggest legal documents and processes to avoid this situation. His argument was that millions of people die without legal documents in place.

I reminded him that none of those people participate in western medicine before their death. Either they are too isolated or have something sneak up out of nowhere, like a deadly massive heart attack or traumatic accident.

In his case neither applies.

So this leads me to my fair warning for all Americans that have participated in western medicine and don’t wish to be controlled by the medical establishment.

If you have even a remote inkling that your health may one day lead to situations you don’t enjoy the idea of, then you must act preemptively. If you don’t the medical establishment will take over for you.

Please understand: the rules of Western Medicine is currently in the framework of keep someone alive at all costs. My firm opinion is because it makes them a lot of money. This is because at one point in time it was “first do no harm” and patient rights regardless of their decision.

Currently, if you acknowledge your health is failing and the result is that you wish to go off meds and quit eating, allopathic medicine will label you as psychiatric risk and deem you unfit to make your own medical decisions.

That is essentially what my father has created, and it is compounded by evidence of moderate memory loss. They have decided that because of the beginnings of dementia he must not be thinking clearly. Yet I know my father promised me two years ago, that when he was no longer able to care for himself he would take himself out, without a big mess to clean up. I believe he saw the writing on the wall and decided he had reached that time. Only, he failed at his mission and landed in a hospital due to his pastor’s intervention. Having no legal protections in place, he is now only able to exit the hospital under familial care. Hence me going to get him Thursday.

What he would have needed was a DNR (do not resuscitate) order and living will. They would have needed to be hung at/in the entry point of his small RV home, it would have also helped if he wore the medical bracelet with DNR on it. The documents should also be filed with his primary care provider (MD) and anyone listed as power of attorney. If that had been in place the EMT’s would have taken the documents with him in transport to the hospital and he would have been put on short term hospice until his body gave up.

Legal documents are the only way to ensure someone in the medical system retains all of their preferences no matter what.

The living will is where you can break down all of the things you are okay with or not. For example we’re all familiar with the idea that you can refuse life support in coma situations. However, you can get even more detailed than that. In my father’s case he could have stipulated a do not resuscitate order, but with clarification that if dementia was known or suspected that he did not want any medical interventions including medicines. This would have been a good idea because his sister and mother both died with/because of Alzheimer’s.

You can take it even further and stipulate pain relievers only. You can deem ahead of time all of the many limitations to care which might prolong life. Essentially it ties medicine’s hands for keeping you alive when your body is evidently declining. You can declare no blood pressure medications, no diuretics or fluid corrective medications. You can declare no maintenance medications of any kind. You can even declare refusal of feeding tubes or IV treatments.

These would all ensure a quicker decline and exit of this life.

You do have that right, but only if you stipulate it well in advance, in the presence of legal representation and while in certainty of clear and sound mind.

You must draw up legal documents spelling out in very clear certain terms what is ok, what is not okay, how you define decline, and where you personally draw lines. If you want those choices no matter what, then that is the only way to ensure such, in America at the present time.

As far as my dad is concerned, the social worker did say that his memory loss was mild enough that if he had already started legal documents they could be completed. Otherwise at this point he was able to safely set up a power of attorney and deem who was capable of making medical decisions for him. I’m hoping that he did start documents like he says, because a phone call and signature could potentially finish them. If he didn’t, then it will take a bit more effort, and we may be limited as to what can be done. Regardless, as a family we now have a very narrow window to be able to complete any documents that would save us more costly expenses later.

I genuinely want my dad to have the end of life experience he desires, even though it seems like it would be hard.

This is because I have seen too frequently the medicine version, and it is really no less painful. There are so many problems with the keep alive paradigm, that I can see neither option is stellar. I have seen people propped up on a plethora of medications for a wide array of symptoms. It keeps them alive, but often they can not walk, lose the ability to feed themselves, in dementia they quit talking, and many become bed bound. If it were for days or weeks I could see maybe it was better, but it is not. Western Medicine is great at keeping people alive for years past when their body originally aimed at an exit. I have now worked with a dozen residents that were bed bound for over 2 years. That is not living, that is being alive.

I can see the value in not having that end of life story, but without legal documents your chances of the quick exit dwindle drastically, especially if diabetes, heart disease or dementia is in the records. If one or more of those 3 diseases is your plight, then you are more likely to live 5 to 10 years propped up on medications declining at a snail’s pace and spending a vast amount of time wheelchair or bed bound. I don’t want that scenario any more than my father does, and completely understand his current anger and frustrations. I hope he sees I tried to give him a solution a long time ago, and that I am doing my best to get him a close second even now.

May you understand your health or lack thereof. May you set-up protections for yourself with plenty of time to spare and plenty of time to adjust if you change your mind. May you know how you wish to go and how to accomplish that. May we all be blessed with the quick out-of-nowhere exit from our current lives, but only when we’re ready to go. May any declines be speedy and painless. May our rights be respected even when others disagree with them. May we all know we are loved and supported as fully as our allowing enables. May we know that God is doing their best to give us exactly what we desire and need.

Siva Hir Su

2 Things:

No Love at the King

In the house buying process, there are moments where you set appointments and everyone has to show up to accommodate.

One such moment, we ran very early. Unusual for us, being we’re usually a few minutes late, but it necessitated finding someplace to burn 30 minuets. Burger King was our only available answer.

I haven’t had fast food at all in over 2 years, and it’s been probably 3 years since I’ve set foot in a Burger King.

We ordered fountain drinks and a small bite to eat. I got as close to my needs as BK had available. Our “meal” cost all of $6.00.

As I went to get my drink of choice: tea; I discovered that there was no unsweetened tea available. I went with raspberry tea, because though it’s been a while, I thought I knew what to expect.

We sat down and proceeded to consume our time and our food.

I took one sip of the tea and nearly gagged from it’s overly sweet consistency. It was far sweeter than I remembered raspberry tea being. Then I took a bite of my food and I could taste the extreme amount of sodium in it. It also tasted just horrible to me.

I should have immediately spit it out and thrown the rest away.

Did I?

No

Two reasons:

First, I suspect that the short span of time the food was in my system was just enough to trigger the old patterns of addiction. My brain launched the familiar chemical storm response to an old, well ingrained trigger. As I’ve said before, there’s a reason they’re called addictions.

Secondly, I was trained very well from an early age not to be wasteful because there are people in this world starving. I had the luxury of buying such a meal, I should not waste it.

So yes, between the two I consumed most of what was in front of me, only dumping half the drink down the drain.

Feeling dirty, I then looked around and realized that the whole environment was like my meal. I saw all the dirt, the uncleaned surfaces, the dingy decor, the burnt out lightbulbs. The visually unappealing environment was nearly depressing.

I realized there was no love at Burger King.

No one had put any love into any aspect of this experience.

No one had made the food with loving care. No one had cooked the food with loving care. No one had served the food with loving care. No one had cleaned with loving care. And evidence of litter on the floor and on tables indicated that patrons had shown no loving care either.

I felt that was the reason that fast food was so hard on as person’s physiology. I also felt sad that this moment was evidence of millions of people’s daily existence. I wished for better for everyone.

I sent a prayer as we left to head to our nearby appointment.

My prayer started with a request for the food to impact my system in the gentlest way possible. Then I prayed that those millions of consumers find the love for themselves and God. That our society finds a way to show the love more and respect each other in every way, even down to cleaning adequately.

Show the love, even or especially when you work somewhere that you could just get by with a minimum of effort.

Western Medicine- Please Acknowledge:

Just because studies document averages, doesn’t mean we are all average.

I’m one such person, breaking pretty much every widely accepted norm. I am not average.

My thyroid personal-normal skirts the high side of the acceptable range of function.

My body wants an hour or more of exercise nearly every day. One day off is okay, but 2 or more and my body starts down a slippery slope that becomes difficult to stop.

My body does not tolerate many foods that are considered normal healthy foods for average people. Nightshades are a perfect example, but also chicken, turkey, beef, pork, walnuts, and nearly every grain. For any average individual, any one of those foods may be okay, but my body no longer tolerates them.

My body needs more fluids than the average acceptable intake. I drink a minimum of a gallon a day, usually quite a bit more.

My health puzzle has found many solutions that are not pills, but work quite well if I am able to maintain them.

My blood sugars are indicators of my puzzle pieces falling out of place, not true disease. When I keep my puzzle completely together my glucose numbers are perfect all the time, without medical intervention.

My body is ultra sensitive to changes that are not for my highest benefit. Simple as that.

Please, please acknowledge that some of us are unique, different, and the average solution is unnecessary and perhaps hazardous. That’s all.

This ultra sensitive unique person will continue to work on myself and my puzzle, which often includes blogging while on a treadmill, just like right now!

May you feel the love in every way, especially your food experiences and health journey. May you find everything you need and desire and have an easy path. May information always come when you need it. May your health providers work with you as an individual. May we all find our puzzle and the love and fortitude to keep it together.

Blessings

Siva Hir Su

Follow Up on yesterday’s post.

I believe you’ll find this interesting. I know I did. Sadly it was included as part of one of my CEU classes. If we’re teaching that this is an issue, why is the medical industry so slow to change? My hypothesis- profit, milking the american people (or anyone believing western medicine).