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    I missed the anniversary of his death, but I wanted to tell you about this man.  Major Edward J Murphy was killed on April 6, 2005 in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan.  He is survived by his wife, Barclay, her daughter(10), their young son (3) and another son from a previous marriage. 

    Ed was a sword bearer at our wedding.  Ed joined the Catholic church right before his oldest son was born.  We attended and it was really beautiful.  Ed’s been on my mind as of late since this is the month he was killed.  He had the most wonderful sense of humor and could always make me laugh.  I miss him.

    Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord and may perpetual light shine upon him.  May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.  Amen.

  • The Texas state legislators passed a law limiting the liability amounts that a doctor can be sued.  I don’t know when this law was passed–I never paid much attention to it.  I do know I felt it was good to help keep malpractice rates down for these doctors.  I do know that I thought this would help to stop frivolous lawsuits.  What I didn’t think about was how it would hurt those who deserved a bit of justice (not the word I’m looking for but close).   

    My nephew Ryan was born a couple of days before his scheduled Csection.  My sister went into labor on an early Saturday morning in August of 2005.  He weighed the same as my Pumpkin and we were all so excited.  I couldn’t wait to meet this little guy.  When I went to visit that morning, he was trying to nurse, but wouldn’t because he was grunting.  We thought he was just being fussy.  It turned out he was having difficulty breathing.  I will never forget that sound.  He had contracted Group B Strep.  He had to be taken to the Children’s Hospital immediately.  The sight of that big huge gurney, and then the ambulance is burned into my memory.  My poor sister couldn’t even go with her baby because she was recovering from the surgery.  The infection turned into sepsis and Ryan was holding on precariously to life.   

    He did survive.  He spent a month in the NICU but has been doing well except for some asthma.

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    Or so we thought.  Our family firmly believes this could have been averted.  There were many mistakes made by the ob/gyn practice and by the nurses at the birthing center.  My sister had tested positive for Group B Strep.  It was not noted in her files.  She told the nurse who was checking her in.  Still, they did not give her antibiotics.  That’s all I’ll say about that.  After much consideration, my sister and her husband decided to pursue a lawsuit so that Ryan would be provided for in case there are repercussions that are not apparent.  The attorney’s office called yesterday to tell them that they would not take the case.  It’s not because they don’t have a valid case.  It’s because it costs too much to take it to trial.  They would have to hire too many experts.  No one would make any money.  This is all because there’s a cap to the amount you can sue for.

    It gets worse.  The pediatric neurologist hired to look into this case has discovered that Ryan has moderate brain damage.  Not mild, but moderate.  I spoke with a doctor friend and he said that when you contract sepsis, your blood pressures drops.  That means that the blood does not get to all the tissue.  A lack of blood supply means a lack of oxygen to organs.  This can be bad for the brain, kidneys and heart.  For the babies, the brains are deeply affected. 

    Some of the problems Ryan may encounter are speech delays and cerebral palsy.  So far, he hasn’t had any symptoms of cerebral palsy, but it can show up between age 2 and 6. 

    I’m sad for what my sister is going through.  I’m weepy just writing about it.  I can’t imagine what she feels.  I know she’s angry.  She wants desperately to go into that ob’s office and tell everyone what a terrible practice it is, but she knows it will do no good. 

    I can only be a support for her.  And, I can pray.  I can pray for peace for her and her husband.  I can pray for peace for my parents who are devastated.  I can pray for Ryan.  He needs it more than all of us. 

  • I was washing dishes when I happened to look out my windows.  Wow!!  A big storm was brewing.

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    The storm is already moving away.  Ben is reading bedtime stories to the children.  It’s so nice to be snug and dry in our home.

  • I received this from my husband this morning. 

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    ETA:  Ben wanted me to add that this is not my him, it’s a picture he received from one of his soldiers.

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    The pale ray stands for the Water which makes souls righteous; the red ray stands for the Blood which is the life of souls.  These two rays issued forth from the depths of My most tender Mercy at that time when My agonizing Heart was opened by a lance on the Cross. … Fortunate is the one who will dwell in their shelter, for the just hand of God shall not lay hold on him. St. Faustina’s Diary

    Today we attended my family’s first Divine Mercy Sunday.  Coincidentally, our parish had its first Divine Mercy Sunday.  It was a beautiful service with a Benediction at the end.  My children are used to the chaplet in song and enjoy it.  The chaplet today was sung but used a different tune.  We will definitely be making this a yearly event.  It’s so nice to add such richness to our family faith life.

    I want this image to be solemnly blessed on the first Sunday after Easter; that Sunday is to be the Feast of Mercy.  On that day, the depths of My Mercy will be open to all.  Whoever will go to confession and Holy Communion on that day will receive complete forgiveness of sin and punishment.  Mankind will not enjoy peace until it turns with confidence to My Mercy.  St. Faustina’s diary

     

  • I had no idea what the controversy was about Don Imus.  I’m not a big fan so I didn’t pay much attention to it.  I really should have.  He said some very hateful, hurtful things.  One of my favorite liberal bloggers wrote a good post about it.  It brought to mind my past history and brushes with racism.

    I was 3 years old when my parents immigrated to this country.  My only recollection is of the hot airport (don’t know which one it was).  I don’t remember any of the difficulties of settling in in a new country with a new language to learn.  I don’t know if my father or mother ever experienced any sort of racism, but I’m sure they had.  We were living in the Los Angeles area at the time and although it has a huge Korean population now, it wasn’t so at the time. 

    I’ve faced racism.  As a child, I’ve had other children call me the derogatory name of "chink".  I’ve had kids pull at the outer corners of their eyes as they called me this name to make their eyes into slits as they believed we Asians all had eyes like that.  It left such an indelible impression on me.  It hurt.  A lot.  It still hurts me to think of it.  In 4th grade, some girls threatened to beat me up for being different (Korean) and for being what they considered a teacher’s pet.  I had to change buses and walk home from a different neighborhood. 

    There were days I wished I were blond and blue eyed.  They (blonds) never got picked on like that.  I’m thankful now that my children don’t look very Asian.  I hate to feel that way, but I know they won’t experience the hurt that I’ve felt just for the way I look. 

    I want to say that racism doesn’t exist anymore, but it does.  Don Imus has proven it and my experiences have too.  I’ve had restaurant managers veer away from my table when they make the rounds.  If ours was not the only table he skipped, I wouldn’t have felt it was racism.  My husband knew right off what it was and he’s not sensitive to that sort of feeling.

    I don’t know if I’m making much sense.  This particular topic has been on my mind lately.  I pray that people will learn to have respect for others. 

  • Dawn has the latest Field Day up on her blog.  It’s hard to believe that for some, spring is just starting to show whereas here it’s been here for a while.  That bunny is too adorable–you’ll have to click over to see what I’m talking about.

  • Divina is hosting the Loveliness of Easter at her blog, the bean sprout.   Grab a cup of coffee or tea, sit back, relax and get to reading about this wonderful feast.

  • My third confirmation class is tonight.  I’m supposed to let them know who my confirmation saint is, but I’m just having a tough time.  I think maybe I’m approaching this the wrong way.  So, I thought I’d ask you.  Who is your saint and why did you choose him/her?

  • My backyard just has weeds grass.  Today during a frenzy of weed pulling, I discovered this caterpillar.

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    The kids crowded around trying to see it.  Pumpkin loved it although many times she narrowly missed stepping on it.  Honey, my bug gal, wanted to pick it up but I stopped her.  Pumpkin calls it a "a-da-da"–it’s awfully cute to hear. 

    If anyone can figure out what this is, please tell me.  I’ve searched and haven’t found it yet.  I need a better field guide.

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    ETA:  It’s a black swallowtail.  I wonder if I could find it tomorrow and put it in a container of sorts.