{"id":162,"date":"2005-09-12T10:13:56","date_gmt":"2005-09-12T14:13:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/09\/12\/at-least-its-consistent\/"},"modified":"2005-09-12T10:13:56","modified_gmt":"2005-09-12T14:13:56","slug":"at-least-its-consistent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/09\/12\/at-least-its-consistent\/","title":{"rendered":"At Least It’s Consistent"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a><\/p>\n

Remember how a two weeks ago I said that my weekend started off good but ended up crappy? And then last weekend started off crappy but ended up better? Well, this current weekend started AND ended off pretty shitty.<\/P>
\n

I went to dinner with a friend on Friday night only to come home to phone message from my brother saying that my niece, Heather’s, lungs had collapsed. On Saturday, my brother (and my niece and nephew) came into Boston to visit my sick niece and sister-in-law at the hospital. I met up with them and Heather had stabilized a bit. She was still paralzyed and comatose (by medication) but they opened up a few more holes in her chest, added some more tubes and BIG pieces of equipment and she was still fighting.<\/P>
\n

That night, we all (except for Heather, of course) had a nice dinner together. We laughed, we joked, we were back in their hotel room watching TV and having a good time. The doctors said Heather rebounded rather well so for the first time in weeks, my brothers entire family (minus sick child) were able to spend the night together. <\/P>
\n

Then Sunday morning it all fell apart again. I get woken up by a call from my Mom around 7AM to tell me that Heather’s heart stopped that morning. Doctors were able to bring her back to life but encouraged Heidi\/Paul to notify family members that they might want to see Heather one last time. So yesterday was spent picking up my parents, visiting the hospital and entertaining my healthy niece and nephew since they weren’t allowed to spend much time in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.<\/P>
\n

While we were there, the doctors met with my Paul and Heidi to discuss options. It was decided that if Heather has another “event” (doctor’s words) within the next 24 hours, they will let nature take it’s course and not intervene. Ugh – it pains me to even write that. I mean, from the comfort of my own apartment I can easily say that Heather is suffering so much and shouldn’t have to be going through all of this. Likewise, the finanacial, physical, and even emotional, strain this is all taking on the rest of my brother’s family is overwhelming. So, I wouldn’t be lying if I didn’t say that, on many occasions, there’s that part of my head that realizes things would be better off for everybody if, well, it hurts to even write it here…but you know what I’m getting at.<\/P>
\n

Yet when I’m at the hospital seeing this tiny girl under these horrible conditions, I just fill up with anger. I recall how much she’s pulled through in her short 3 years and I think she deserves a chance to keep on fighting.<\/P>
\n

So, I’m torn. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m frustrated. I’m overwhelmed. It’s so painful to look at her on the hospital bed. And it hurts inside even more to see how it’s affecting Paul and Heidi. If I’m feeling all of these emotions, I can’t imagine what it must be like for them.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Remember how a two weeks ago I said that my weekend started off good but ended up crappy? And then last weekend started off crappy but ended up better? Well, this current weekend started AND ended off pretty shitty. I went to dinner with a friend on Friday night only to come home to phone […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=162"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}