Glenda Watson Hyatt shares her experiences living with cerebral palsy to motivate and inspire others to think about how they perceive their own situation and their own world around them. She does all this by typing with only her left thumb!
I shot this brief video clip from my deck this afternoon. Why? Because I can! Enjoy the sunshine.
There’s no captioning because there’s only background noise: traffic, crows cawing and such.
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Hi and welcome to Readers’ Café – the place to gather and to share.
The plan is to interview and chat with a featured guest on some aspect of disability and/or accessibility, and then have readers join in the discussion.
Today’s featured guest is Chris Darling – a metal, stone and wood artisan, folk radio host and father to an adorable six year old daughter Kiki who, along with her twin brother Quinn (who lived 16hour 40 minutes), entered the world at 26.5 24.5 weeks gestation. This began a long journey of near- death operations, shunts and, eventually, a diagnosis of cerebral palsy. Unfortunately, the professionals paid to support parents during this difficult and exhausting time provided very little information. Chris and his wife Magda were left on their own to navigate this unknown world of medical terms, procedures and services.
Chris has kindly offered to share his story today in hopes someone will see it and pass the information onto loved ones that services are available, but only if they make arrangements to “consume” them.
I invite you to come in, relax and join in the conversation. Hit your internet browser’s REFRESH button to see new comments as others join in the conversation. All that I ask is that you respect others and keep it relatively family-friendly. Also, keep in mind that this is a public space, so share what you feel comfortable sharing publicly.
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Chris Darling is a metal, stone and wood artisan, folk radio host and father to an adorable six year old daughter Kiki who, along with her twin brother Quinn (who lived 16hour 40 minutes), entered the world at 26.5 weeks gestation. This began a long journey of near-death operations, shunts and, eventually, a diagnosis of cerebral palsy. Unfortunately, the professionals paid to support parents during this difficult and exhausting time provided very little information. Chris and his wife Magda were left on their own to navigate this unknown world of medical terms, procedures and services.
Chris has kindly offered to share his story at this week’s Readers’ Café in hopes someone will see it and pass the information onto loved ones that services are available, but only if they make arrangements to “consume” them. Please join us right here on Wednesday, February 20th, at 4-7pm pacific time to here how Chris and his wife had to advocate very early on for their daughter’s life because health care professionals are coached to cloak information and to not return phone calls.
Hope you can join us. Feel free to tell your friends. This interview may provide information that will help someone you know.
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My kitty Faith, the gunk producer
A messy kitty litter box greeted me this morning. I decided to deal with it right away to get it out of the way. I dumped the biodegradable, flushable litter down the toilet, regrettably realizing that, perhaps, that much at one may not, in fact, be flushable at one time. The toilet was plugged. Badly. One more flush and gunk would have overflowed all over the bathroom floor. Good morning to you, too!
I left it for a while.
In between following up with clients about payment, seeking a featured guest for Wednesday’s Readers’ Café (any takers?), and participating in another teleconference for a non-profit in the throes of buying a building, I kept running to the bathroom to flush, hoping a little more gunk would go down.
After the teleconference, I needed to get serious about the matter. Things were getting desperate! Leaning over the bowl, pushing down on the plunger with all of my strength, I remembered something my friend Liz Strauss wrote in an email this weekend: Sometimes you need to get pissed off! Damn it, I wasn’t going to let a bowl full of rude gunk beat me! I kept plunging that thing up and down until I felt my heart was going to burst out my neck. Finally the sound that music to ears at times like these! The gunk flushed away.
What a relief to flush that stuff away. A sense of triumph. Talk about independence!
What gunk do you need to flush away to feel a little freer, to be a little more independent today?
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Valentine’s Day: a day for expressing matters of the heart to those who you love and cherish. Sadly, many are suffering from a broken heart. Literally.
Eight in every 1000 babies born alive have some form of congenital heart defect – a killer claiming thousands of infants and children worldwide every year.
My twitter friend Dr. Mani has made it his life’s mission to repair as many of these broken hearts as he can. Dr. Mani Sivasubramanian is a heart surgeon using his Internet marketing business to fund heart surgery for under-privileged children in India.
In conjunction with The Dr.Mani Children Heart Foundation
February 14th is A Day for Hearts: Congenital Heart Defects Awareness
Day – a global effort to increase awareness about this deadly group of diseases. See how you can hellp spread the word. Together we can do this.
And, today, while loving your loved ones, listen to their hearts. Truly listen. If you hear a healthy, beautiful beat, be thankful.
Happy Valentine’s Day from me to you.
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