2004
Monday February 9, 2004
Dear Friends,
Yes, this is the first message of 2004. I haven't written since December because not much has changed. Everything is on hold because of the new wound -- even treatment of the wound is on hold, since dead tissue is still coming off, and they can't begin to treat until all the dead tissue is gone. The plastic surgeon (Maggot-Man) was called in to consult, but he hasn't visited because there's as yet nothing for him to do. The Baclofen implant has been put on hold because Dr. Miner doesn't want to risk a surgery when there's an open wound so near the site. And so he still can't get up in the wheelchair; he hasn't been up since last May.
Other therapies (PT, OT, Speech)
have also been on hold for several months because of a bizarre bookkeeping
problem. As you may recall, Grant's primary insurance is now Medicare. Medicare
likely will not pay for therapies, even though Grant has an MD order for them. Aetna,
now his secondary insurer, is ready and willing to pay for them, however, but
since
The company Care
Care Meridian CAN'T bill Medicare for the therapy because
Care
This is WAY too complicated, isn't it? I have proposed that I pay Sundance up front
and then I bill Medicare, I receive the denial, and then I get reimbursed by
Grant indicated to me the other day that he still experiences his life as a dream. You might remember that one of the few lucid things he spelled out in the first year of his illness was "M-U-S-T B-E A D-R-E-A-M". If he does think that, it would explain why he still apparently has hope, doesn't do any exercise on his own, rarely produces any kind of new information, has no affect to speak of. Even September 11 might easily have been taken as the stuff of dreams, don't you think? If he believes himself to be dreaming, of course, there's no way to convince him otherwise (in his dream I'm telling him he's not dreaming but that can't be true, because it's all happening in the dream). In fact I have NOT told him he's not dreaming; even if he would believe me, I'm not sure it would be the kindest thing to do. I think maybe we all feel incredulous even now; his situation is straight out of science fiction. How can it be happening? Maybe on some level Grant sees that psychotic denial is overall his best strategy for maintaining whatever psychic wholeness he may still have.
Love,
April 5, 2004
Dear Friends,
Care
The new guy doesn't talk, and doesn't seem to have a lot of visitors, but he does have a small son and they keep kids' programs on the TV when the kid is there. Grant says he doesn't mind this guy, however.
I finally got the therapy billing straightened out, so Grant is getting all his therapies again. Speech tried a device with him that makes a constant hum, which you can alter to produce sounds by making the appropriate mouth movements. Grant doesn't think much of that technology, and can barely make it sound different even when he changes his mouth positions. I tried it, and it's not that easy to use even if you have full mouth flexibility (which Grant does not). This week Grant is supposed to try the Passy-Muir valve again; Dr. Miner had nixed it a long time ago because of breathing issues. He is interested in trying the Passy-Muir again; he seems to be able to mouth words more easily now.
There are no pressing insurance issues at the moment. His
I got an email out of the blue from a guy who said Grant's name is showing up on a major amount of spam! In 1995, before Grant joined Adobe, he had a software business. It was primarily mail-order, but he ended up acquiring 256 static IP addresses for his company, Cognicon. Cognicon stopped doing business when Grant went to work at Adobe, and I vaguely remember having a conversation with Grant about these IP addresses. I don't think I understood much of it, but I remember he was wondering whether to keep them. I gather he had to pay some kind of maintenance fee to keep them. I think he did keep them, but after he got sick, I didn't renew them, but some super-spammer did, and now cognicon.com's name is on all kinds of spam. Apparently they are "zombie" addresses which someone has "hijacked". The use of these addresses does not affect my machine (cognicom isn't a domain on this machine and there is no user grant@cognicon.com); my ISP is not involved, apparently. I know this is not the sort of thing Grant would want to be associated with, and I sent an email to spamhaus, so we'll see what happens. All the net sites I have found about hijacked zombie IP addresses recommend that you inform your ISP, but I'm pretty sure Pac Bell isn't being affected, so I'm not sure if they'd have an incentive to do anything about it.
You can read all about this if you go to
http://www.spamhaus.org/sbl
Then query SBL reference number SBL15076. It's really amazing how much personal info about Grant they have posted there. It says his last known place of employment is Adobe, for example; and they know about punkalunka.org! The guy who emailed me is a white knight sort who was getting cognicon spam and then went to spamhaus and then punkalunka and put two and two (and two) together.
Grant just finished listening to the first book of the C. S. Lewis space trilogy (Out of the Silent Planet) on tape, and says he liked it a lot. I'll have to find the other two books! I got the first one from the public library, so maybe they have the rest.
Grant's still not allowed to get up. It's now been almost a year. Everyone is trying to persuade Dr. Miner to let him get up, even if for only 15 minutes. His new wound is healing well, I understand. It's been such an amazing spring, and he's missing it! Health-wise, he has been very stable: no UTIs, no fevers, not a lot of pulmonary gunk. Getting up would be good for his lungs. And he hasn't been able to take a bath in all this time either (though they keep him very clean, and even wash his hair).
The last week or so has been tough for me, since it's the third anniversary. If things keep going as smoothly as they've been going, Grant will have his fourth birthday away from home in June. I still miss him so much!
Love,
July 19, 2004
Dear Friends,
I have had “Grant update” on my list of things to do for quite a while now, but I have had nothing much to report about him.
As always he has good days and bad days. He had his fourth birthday in the hospital June 16. He has had a couple of urinary infections in the last few months, but as soon as he gets anything, they put him on antibiotics, and he beats it. He currently has a problem with his trach tube. The tube gets replaced every few weeks. Now some tissue has grown around the tube, so it’s going to take some delicate maneuvering to remove the old one. The tube is fairly close to an artery and they’re going to have to exert some force to detach it. They don’t want to take any chances pushing and pulling near there. So the doctor has decided the Care Meridian nurse shouldn’t attempt to change it without backup. So they’re going to take him to the hospital, maybe as soon as today, and have it done there.
I think I mentioned that he developed a new wound last fall,
as a result of one of his many transports.
That wound is much better now, but his sacral area (where he had the
filet- mignon-size wound a couple of years ago) remains very vulnerable. He had a couple of flap surgeries three years
ago at
The bed situation has improved somewhat, however. He now owns his Clinitron bed; he used it so long at the (exorbitant) rental rate that the insurance company finally paid for it. The bed is too short for him, as all hospital beds so far have been. I was told that Care Meridian seriously investigated whether a longer comparable bed might be available, but they came up with nothing. (I don’t know what tall people with bedsores are supposed to do.) Anyway, it was not a pressing issue for the past couple of years because his legs were getting more and more bent, so they didn’t reach the bottom of the bed anyway. Now that he’s a bit more straightened out, his toes collide against the panel at the bottom of the bed, and toes are a dangerous area for pressure sores too! We have been trying to think of a way to remove the bottom panel, but that’s where all the electronics are, and there’s not enough cable to detach it. However, Miguel, one of his current nurses at Care Meridian, finally unscrewed one side of the bottom panel, so it can at least swing out a few inches. Such a small thing, but I imagine it might make some difference in Grant’s quality of life.
Grant is finally able to go outside again, for 20 minutes at
a time (once up and down the driveway and around the building). He is now eligible for county para-transport services
(practically free van trips). This might
turn out to save us lots of money in ambulance fees for non-emergency trips.
Get this (a wonderful absurd bureaucratic regulation): In order to get the free van service, the
disabled person -- who cannot use public
transportation and presumably cannot afford a taxi -- must show up IN PERSON to
the office in
Grant’s COBRA coverage will finally stop at the end of next month. He will still have Medicare and be eligible for some minimal additional hospitalization insurance, but there will be no more coverage for Care Meridian “room and board”, virtually no prescription drug coverage, and no coverage for “hospital incidentals” like ventilator rental, dressings, etc. He will still get the equivalent of two-thirds of his Adobe salary in long- term disability until he is 62, so that will help. But soon we will be in the strange land of medical “private pay”, which is something like the strange land of airplane fares, where nobody on a flight has paid the same ticket price.
Grant is not eligible for public assistance, of course,
because he has too many assets. We must
“spend down” his assets before he can qualify. This will take some time;
exactly how much time depends on what rate is negotiated with Care
I recently had DSL problems and got changed over to a “better” DSL (called “Pronto”). In the process, I lost the static IP address that was being used for punkalunka.org - so there has been no punkalunka for about a month. I believe I am in the process of registering the domain name punkalunka.org with pacbell, so I can host it from their server. I might have to call “Need-a-Nerd” soon!
I am gradually figuring out how to be on my own. On
Love,
Saturday October 23, 2004
Dear Friends,
Grant was hospitalized for about ten days right after I sent
the last message in July. He had
pneumonia, but he is fine now. While he was in the hospital in July (in
For the first time in over three years, he has no bedsore problems. All the "d-cubes" (decubitus ulcers, aka pressure sores, aka bedsores) have healed, except for the newest one, which looks like a belly button. So now they're getting him up whenever he wants to. He goes outside for an hour or more. He's been listening to books on tape at a steady rate. He always knows where he is in the book, even if he doesn't appear to know anything much else.
Because of his good skin condition, we are now preparing to get him the Baclofen pump. You may recall that last year around this time, he had the Baclofen trial, and the drug did seem to work well for him to alleviate spasticity. He has been getting Baclofen through the g-tube for years, but they tell me the drug works a lot better in the pump form, continuously administered in smaller concentrated doses. It would be nice to see him less contorted. After the tendon release surgery, also about a year ago, he looked better, but has now started to twist up again. His hands especially look much worse; it is no longer possible to straighten his fingers. Partly this is due to his "non-compliance" -- he refuses to wear his hand braces much of the time.
Everybody is bummed about Christopher Reeve dying from sepsis from a "d-cube". Most of the Care Meridian patients have bedsores, from previous hospital stays, i.e., not acquired there! The Care Meridian nurses are reassuring the patients by telling them Reeve was probably also "not compliant" because he was too aggressive in his activites. They don't want the patients to be too scared. Dr. Miner is very very very careful about bedsores. Grant could easily have died if his initial ones had gotten infected.
I was encouraged by a conversation I had the other day with one of the CM
nurses. She used to work at the subacute at El Camino hospital, and she thinks
it's the best place around. She said she didn't want to leave, and works at CM
because she moved to
The Fearless FiFi is cute as ever. She is now in her funny rain mode. If I open the door for her, and it's raining, she goes to a different door, like, well, just because the sun's not shining out of this door, there's always another door! Then she looks at me with those big eyes, like "Mom! Why don't you fix this?" She actually SIGHS! She is also very smart about puddles -- she goes to the narrowest part and jumps over. Yeah, that's some scary water.
I am in a better place about all this. I have been thinking about new adventures and projects for myself, since I guess I can't do much for Grant and I don't think he would want me to suffer indefinitely on his account.
Love,
November 12, 2004
Dear Friends,
I just got some new photos of Grant, and I thought you might like to see one.
http://www.westvalley.edu/wvc/ph/grant_head1_small.jpg
Grant looks rather like an
The Baclofen implant has not happened yet, because Grant's sodium level has been on the low side for a couple of weeks now. Maybe next week.
I am off to NYC for four days today!
Love,
Wednesday December 8, 2004
Dear Friends,
In the past couple of years Grant’s body has gotten all twisted up because he couldn’t relax his muscles. His general outline in the bed is still like an upside-down question mark. By Fall 2002, Grant’s muscle spasms had become very painful (“10” on a scale of 1 to 10). Many of his medical issues in the last couple of years have been a result of that pain and contracture. For example, he had to have surgery to insert a supra-pubic catheter, because his big thigh had ended up right over the general peeing area, and his caregivers couldn’t access his Foley anymore. He went on Fentanyl, a powerful pain medication, over two years ago, and has had to wear numerous painful leg, arm, and hand splints, without much result. In Fall 2003, he had surgery to release the tendons in his leg, but his legs have pretty much returned to their twisted position. The Baclofen pump was supposed to address both the pain and muscle contracture issues. Baclofen is an anti-spasm medication.
We were hoping that as a result of the Baclofen pump, Grant would be able to straighten out enough to sit in his wheelchair longer, and so be able to clear out his lungs more efficiently and maybe go on an outing occasionally in the paratransit vehicle. That was all.
Ten days ago, after more than a year’s delay (due to a new decubitus ulcer), Grant’s skin was finally healed enough for him to have the surgery to insert the Baclofen pump. He has been receiving Baclofen continuously since November 29. The Baclofen pump appears to have worked well for the pain, and Grant has been able to discontinue several pain meds. His body is now generally much more relaxed and bendable. He can voluntarily move his hands, wrists, and shoulders. But the most remarkable and totally unexpected development is that HE HAS BEGUN TO SPEAK.
I feel like I am dreaming.
He is not only making sounds (using the Passy-Muir valve on his trach); he is uttering whole sentences, all completely lucid and appropriate. He is even making jokes. He has become a person again.
Grant was unusually awake last week after the surgery last
week, but no more than on the rare good days of the past years. So when I went to Care Meridian yesterday, I
expected he would be asleep again, since invariably, his good days/weeks have
been followed by a return to sleepy-land.
When I got to Care
Last week
I saw him from the hallway and he looked wide awake, though.
I went over to the bedside, and
I started to cry.
He then proceeded to say all kinds of stuff. I had just seen
my uncle
It is hard for Grant to say a lot at one time, because he has to push a lot of air out, so his utterances are typically short. But this is something he can practice.
We asked him who the President was, what day it was, how long he’d been sick, etc., and to my surprise, he knew all that. We asked him who the governor was and he said, “Schwarzenegger.” I said it was so great to hear him talk, and he said, “It’s about time.”
He is smiling, even shrugging his shoulders.
We called his parents and he spoke to them on the phone. He said, “I love you both.” His Mom cried. His Mom said his sister Teresa had been dreaming about him talking; he said “She’s nuts.”
The people at Care Meridian are now arranging an outing for
him to see fireworks at
(If you’re not familiar with our giant poop-snake, see
Click to enlarge the image.)
We talked -- really talked, about all kinds of thing -- for about two hours.
I can hardly believe this has happened, and I am afraid to hope it will continue, but if it does, well, this changes everything! This is the biggest single piece of progress he has made since he got sick.
I’m going back today when
I still can hardly believe it.
Rejoice!
Love,