Danny's Doctor Visit (funny story enclosed)

September 8th 2002 was the last day Danny was conscious, around 1:15 am on the 9th 11 years ago is when I found him unresponsive and started doing CPR, as the police entered the room they instructed me to continue while they hooked up the AED. The outcome wasn't what we had hoped but in Danny's memory and honor wanted to share a story that always made us laugh including Danny. Danny thought he was having a urological problem so we took him to the doctor. They gave him all kinds of test and found nothing. The urologist entered the room, Danny and I were both in there. The doctor said all the test came out good but I better do a digital exam to be sure. As the doctor told him to drop his pants I excused myself and went and stood outside the door. The next thing I heard was very mild mannered, always polite Danny scream at the top of his lungs WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU! The doctor, a man about 70 came running out of the room laughing. I went in and a still angry excited Danny said "do you know what that mother f*cker did to me, I'm going to kill him" I explained between my laughter that it was a normal medical test. Danny never cursed so I knew he was upset. It wound up being something we always laughed about! September 10th is the day Danny died, he was buried on the 11th and September 13th 2002 would've been his 21st birthday! He's always in our hearts, prayers and thoughts! Thanks for reading! Stu

Just sayin...

September 10th 2012 marks the 10 year anniversary of Danny's passing, he was buried on September 11th 2002 and September 13th would've been his 31st birthday! Danny dreamed of being a K9 cop, he dreamed of getting married and having children, Danny had lots of dreams, all snuffed out by medical malpractice! If you have even a shred of doubt about the care a family member or friend is receiving, SPEAK UP! Never go to bed angry, always say what's on your mind, sometimes second chances don't come! My sincerest wish is that no one ever has to preform CPR on their child as I did, no one has to witness the army it took to restrain his mother, my wife upon hearing he was brain dead, and no one has to witness his sister, our daughter drop to her knees screaming his name! There is not person I'd wish these events on! We appreciate everyone's love and support! Love and prayers to all! ❤

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Adding insult to injury!

Today's entry will have some redundancy in it but necessary to see the whole picture! Here's an unedited, in corrected copy and pasted version of a bit of a book I'm writing called Wally And Me! wally came to us in a time of need, a time when we needed someone to love and care for, we recently had buried our son Danny, and 2 months later Danny's dog, Dino was sitting on  my wife's lap when she took a gasping breath and passed away, my wife performed cpr on her reviving her once before we decided to let her join Danny in heaven. Dino was a sweet lovable dog that started howling every night after Danny's death{due to medical malpractice}.  To make matters worse, a month after Dino died my wife's cat, Mr Snooper passed away at age 18. We, especially Terry, my wife were very sad and depressed. My original idea/plan in acquiring Wally was to give terry something to do, something to keep her busy. A plan that actually worked to some extent, as wally was a real terror, always into something and due to being a victim of a puppy mill had numerous medical problems. The day we got him he seemed sick, and after that first vet visit, we found out he had a very bad case of pneumonia, Terry nursed him back to health with unbelievable 24 hour devotion, the same type of devotion and care that made her the mother of 2 well adjusted happy children. That illness lasted almost 2 months, then wally started to develop skin irritations, wally persevered all kinds of medical intervention and medications, including the injections that his mommy administered every few days. Wally was a trooper going to the vet 41 times in his short life, we were lucky to have a vet who never gave up, Charles Chase iii dvm is a hero in our book! Wally could be a terror in his youth, Dr. Chase commented many times,”take him to obedience school” we never did and Wally grew into an angel, although the one behavior he never got over was when the receptionist would call his name to see the vet, he would put all 4 legs straight out so you couldn't even pull him into the vets office, he always would relent, which was good because Wally was a big guy, topping the scales at 120 lbs. Steroids I believe not only contributed to his big size and keeping his skin condition under control, but may have played a role in his death.  unfortunately i was not ready to love and care for an animal friend, some call them pets. My biggest contribution was to hold him when mommy gave him his shots, and to be a chauffeur when they went to the vet, in fact at one of the earliest vet appointments Dr. Chase asked me to help put him on the table, I almost asked for rubber gloves. When wally was one year old his mommy, terry got very sick. it was at this point that i was forced to start taking care of him, at first i was not very happy, even mad that i had to take care of a dog. g-d works in mysterious ways, wally and i would become very good friends, unfortunately our friendship didn't get to last very long because as i said, g-d works in mysterious ways, and wally's life would wind up being way to short. The more time I spent with him the more I started to understand all that I had missed over the years, we have had dogs and cats since we were married in 1980. I also believe my indifference to our animal friends had a negative effect on our daughter Jes, she too was standoffish to our friends. Jes is a lovable, funny, intelligent college graduate who I didn't want to go through life without the benefit of knowing the love and affection that you get from our animal friends. Wally was happy and proud to do all the standard dog tricks, but excelled at a few, one was a ball game he invented. We had 2 identical yellow rubber balls, he would line them up on one side of the yard then would go to the other side and wait for me to throw them, he would bring them both back and the process would restart, if one would get lost in the leaves or go over the fence, the game stopped until both were back in play. We live along a branch of the Cooper river, there are many varieties of wildlife, including fox, deer, coyotes, beavers, birds of prey etc. Wally was exceptionally protective, any animal approaching was sent on it's way by a puffed up, barking, growling, vicious looking Wally. It was the only time he barked. G-D forbid one of us would walk near the fence at night when the animals are usually out, he would put his body between you and the fence and use his body to move you away. One evening I was talking on the cell phone, leaning against the fence, I ignored him when he tried to move me, I am pretty large myself. The next thing I felt was something pulling me from behind, when I looked, he was on his hind legs and pulling me by the hood on my jacket. He was just too much for words to describe. I forgot to mention, when my wife was better I kept making excuses to take him out, eventually having to admit I loved the big lug and wanted to be part of his life. I didn't realize that would set me up for the second biggest heart break of my life! The first heartbreak involved the loss of our son Daniel. Daniel was a special, special person, even at age 20 he never went to bed without kissing us good night and telling us he loved us. When Danny was 5 years old he was diagnosed with myestimia gravis, a neuromuscular disease, a muscular dystrophy disease. The only part of Dan's body effected was his eyes, his right eye would roll in towards his nose, the medicine he took kept that from happening 90% of the time. The medicine did have some side effects, including excessive saliva, headaches and stomach disturbances. To look at him you would never know he had a disease, he lifted weights, bowled on several leagues and had advanced belts in karate. We continually over the years asked his different doctors, ''will this effect his life span'' over and over we were told no. On September 3, 2002 Dan awoke to bluish nails and he was extremely lethargic, he immediately showed them to me and his mom, in turn I called the doctor who said to bring him over. Upon examination the doctor said it was nothing to worry about,''probably a side effect of his medicine.'' The doctor said,''Dan, go home, play with your cat and dog, get on the computer and leave your parents alone'' he then said,''he's depressed, his sister just went away to school and you need to motivate him into moving!.''So for the next few days we did what we could to motivate him, including yelling at him to get moving! That Friday I went to the same doctor for a check up, I said, ''doc, are you sure that's normal, I think he needs a hospital'' he responded in a very adamant tone, ''I am the doctor, I checked with my father{our original doctor}he agrees 100% with my diagnosis, worry about your own health and leave the doctoring to us.'' In the very early morning hours of September 9th, 2002 I found our beloved son unresponsive in his bed, I had some sort of adrenalin reaction and lifted him out of his bed, when I realized something horrible was wrong my wife and I put him back in his bed and she started screaming for me to do something, at which point I started doing cpr and at the same time sucking some kind of mucus type block out of his mouth. When the police arrived I detected a slight heartbeat, they hooked up the automatic defibrillator, which did not detect life thus no shock was given, their rules, not mine??  He was transported to the hospital where they worked on him for what felt like forever. They were able to get a heart beat and a ventilator supplied his air. After 23.5 hours it was apparent that he was totally brain dead, there was no hope and Dan died seconds after being disconnected. There are several sights I have ingrained in my mind, two of the most heartbreaking was seeing the five people it took to hold his mother down when we were told he was brain dead. The other was when his sister arrived from college at the hospital room. We only had told her that Dan was sick, when she got there and was told the reality of the situation, she dropped to her knees screaming his name. They were extremely close, Danny was her second father, her protector and her co-conspirator in many household ''crimes.'' When the time came to disconnect the life support, Dan's mother and my mother were on each side of him, they had asked to be alone with him at that time, both were extremely close to him, as all of us were. I positioned myself at the other side of the windowed door, as Dan was taking his final breaths, and his mother and grandmother started to cry, and with the tears flowing down my face I started to feel an extreme sense of rage come over me, as I started into the room I felt someone grab my arm, as I looked to my right there was a nurse that simply said, ''don't'' and I didn't!   These events I would not wish on anyone! Writers Note: Shortly after Wally's big problems started our other cat Mickey passed away at age 16! Thanks for reading! Stu

Thanks Giving Day 1986, we just finished dinner and were sitting around the table, my mom noticed Danny's right eye rolled in towards his nose, we rushed him to Wills Eye Hospital in Philadelphia. After a few hours there he was transported to Children's Hospital, after a week of testing and experiments he was diagnosed with Myestimia Gravis, very rare in a child(Danny was 5)! Danny was prescribed Mestinon, a mdeication that came with various side effects but controlled the condition almost completely. The only physical effects people would notice was what appeared to outsiders as a slight speech impediment. Myestimia Gravis is a neuromuscular disease under the umbrella of The Muscular Dystrophy Association, an organization that provided great care of him over the years! I don't think there was ever a doctors visit where we wouldn't ask in some fashion whether it would effect his life span. Besides the side effects of the medicine Danny was a normal kid, he could be a monster in his youth, I guess attributable to me for starting to teach him martial arts as a 4 year old. Once we got him to understand that his skills were for defense only, he started to transform into the person he was, by age 10 he had become a gentleman. Late August 2002 all of us delivered his sister to college, including my parents who were Danny's idols! A few days later Danny awoke with bluish nails, we immediately called the doctor's office. It was a father and son team, the father being our long term doctor, the son being less than a year out of medical school. By the time we got to the office Danny was lethargic and actually nodding out! The doctor(son) came in and started talking to us, Danny nodding out in front of him. The doctor examined his bluish nails and had a short conversation with Danny. After flipping through his file at what I estimated to be ten seconds, he said,"Danny, stop giving your parents a hard time, go home play with the cat and dog, get on the computer and LEAVE YOUR PARENTS ALONE!" He then turned to us and said,"nothing to worry about, he's depressed because his sister went away to school" Two days later I had an appointment with the same doctor, I said,"doc, are you sure, I think he needs a hospital" He responded,"I talked to my father, he agrees with my diagnosis 100%, worry about your own health and leave the doctoring to us" Two nights later after two days of trying to motivate my "depressed" son, I realized he wasn't eating much, I said, Dannyboy, you need to eat, I don't care what time it is(12:15am)I'll go get you anything you want. He decided on cream chip beef so I headed to a local diner. Upon arrival home I asked my wife Terry, where's Danny, she replied, in bed. I yelled for him and he didn't answer, upon going into his room I discovered him non responsive, when the gravity on the situation hit me I scooped him up out of his bed like he was a feather! My usual advise to everyone is to walk it off, thought I could get him to do that. As he was falling to the ground slipping from my arms, my wife walked in screaming, DO SOMETHING! We put in back in bed and while I did CPR she called 911! Four minutes later when the police arrived I was still on automatic pilot, pumping my son's chest, breathing him to his mouth while screaming his name! I do remember the police officer asking me where I learned that and instructing me to continue while he hooked up the AED!