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Week Three Journal

In the third week, David continued his steady improvement. By the end of the week, we started taking various tubes and equipment out of David and out of the room. He was moved to a sunny room and was even taken off of the ventilator!

Sunday, January 28

9:30AM Pacific Time, 1/28/2001

Good morning, gang! I apologize for not getting an update out to you earlier. We had a very nice evening last night with Jack and Mary Barber and Mary's sister Sarah. After a wonderful dinner and glass or two of wine, I was just too sleepy to compose a message. It should be noted, however, that I beat Jack at a game of HORSE on the 4-foot basket in the back yard. All you have to do is get inside his head...

David has had a good weekend. His temperature is steady, his ICP's have stayed very stable in the low teens, and he is now initiating each of his breaths (although he is still on a large amount of ventilation support). His is totally off of the morphine, except when needed. His Atavan (this is the correct spelling) is still at 2mg/hr, and we will continue to reduce this dosage very slowly. Being this far off of his sedation allows David to move around quite a lot, and it gets a little uncomfortable to watch sometimes. His favorite pose seems to be the "Heisman" position with his left leg pulled up and left arm extended behind him. He is moving his left arm enough, and "localizing" enough with the left arm, that they have tied down this hand to prevent him from pulling out his breathing tube. "Localizing" means that he can direct his arm to a specific target. He can lift his right leg, and he has both extended AND flexed his right arm. This demonstrates continued improvement in the left side of the brain! In the doctor's own words last night, "I couldn't be happier."

We met with Dr. Manley and Dr. Andre Campbell yesterday. They informed us first and foremost that there were several misspelled words on the web site. I apologized. The doctors wanted to be very clear with us about David's prospects. We thanked them for their directness and the various future scenarios, and then focused our attention on the positive things that they had had to say. David has surpassed any and all expectations. When this incident happened two weeks ago, they did not know if he would survive the weekend. After he stabilized about 72 hours after the accident, his progress was a bit slower than they anticipated, and they were afraid that he was plateauing. In the second week, however, David has demonstrated slow and steady progress, with more and more reaction and movement on the left side, and even the beginnings of movement on the right side. This demonstrates continued healing in both halves of the brain.

There are three areas of focus for us coming out of the meeting. First is the wires in David's body. The more wires we can get out of David, and the more equipment we can get out of the room, the better things are. So, over the next three to five days, we may begin taking the brain and ICP monitoring equipment out of David's head. His ICP's are incredibly steady, and he seems to have found ways to manage his own internal pressure.

Second is the ventilator. We would like to get David off of the ventilator - this is a big step towards getting him out of the ICU. He is still on a lot of ventilator support. The ventilator provides several levels of breathing support, and they just dropped David down to a lower setting. In this setting, David initiates each breath and then the ventilator kicks in to blow in a very deep breath. We are going to watch him carefully to see how he responds to this new level of ventilation. There is still a possibility of chest infection, so they have started a new antibiotic. His chest X-rays look pretty good, though.

Third was a new CT scan completed yesterday. We were not anticipating the results until today, but Dr. Manley popped in to see us late yesterday afternoon. It was at this point that he told us that two weeks after an accident like this, he could not be happier. The swelling seems to have gone down quite a bit, which is good, but all of that fluid has had to go somewhere. It seems to be filling up the two ventricles in his brain, and it seems to be pooling between his two lobes and elsewhere. This is the "water on the brain" scenario. We want to drain off this fluid as much as possible, so the doctor gave the order to drain David as soon as his ICP reached as high as 10 - so he is more or less draining constantly. We want to get as much of this fluid out as possible, because even an ICP of 10, while good, is a bit deceptive because we have not enclosed David's skull yet. Once we put the cap on, all of the excess fluid would cause the pressure to go up dramatically. So, drip drip drip. We may do another CT scan early in the week to see how well he is draining, and then we may or may not need to put in an additional shunt of some kind to drain the fluid directly off the brain.

The primary message (that we took in, at least) is that we simply cannot predict David's progress or degree of recovery. David has exceeded all expectations so far. In our minds, this means that David's complete recovery is within our grasp - after all, why not? It will take the hard work and love of all of us, including Dave. But we know that he's got it in him. Mr. Competitive, right?

There is much more to report, but you will have to accept what you've got. Dave had a stable night overnight, and was on basically a constant drain. We've got to get to the hospital soon. We will try to get a TV in the room with Dave today. What better than the Super Bowl to wake Dave up? A number of his friends have placed bets on the Giants in Dave's name. If you know what a Redskins fan David is, you will know how incensed he will be when he finds out.

Thank you all. We had a HUGE crowd with us yesterday, and it was great! Many folks are racing home for the big game, and know that we'll be watching, too. Below is Oakie's latest installment. Enjoy!

There will probably not be another update until Monday morning - Jay's taking the red eye to Orlando overnight.

All of our love,
Bob, Kathy, Johanna and Jay


COLOR COMMENTARY - Brian O'Callaghan

January 27, 2001

It is Saturday and the enormous crowd is just beginning to thin at 5 p.m. San Francisco time. As Jay has filled you in on the details about Smot's condition, I will offer a quick thought:

If you are contemplating a visit, contemplate no more. Just come. Smot needs your support. The family needs your support. We need your support.

We think he is responding to us (ICP normally goes up). How great would it be if your presence contributes in inspiring him to wake up and get `out of the woods.'

Keep the faith. God bless Smot.

Oakie Doakie

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Monday, January 29

8:00PM Eastern Time, 1/29/2001

David has opened his eyes.

Got your attention, didn't I? Please pass this around to others, and surprise them, too. www.intellistar.net/~smetty/david.htm

I did not get a chance to send out an update last night or this morning, and I apologize. Now we have a lot of ground to cover. We'll start with the big news, update Mirna's progress, and talk about a project that we can all do together.

Mom called this afternoon to tell me that David opened his eyes today. He is under a mild level of sedation, but even so, there was a light to his eyes that has not been there before. He seemed to be a little alert. Mom said to him, "If you can see me, squeeze my hand." And he squeezed. Mom moved her head from side to side, and she thinks that David seemed to follow it with his eyes. The nurse stepped in for some tests. "Show me two fingers." David did not - that's a little too much so far. "Follow my finger with your eyes." No tracking was demonstrated. Mom stepped in again, "Squeeze my hand, Dave." Squeeze. He is responsive and semi-alert. This is huge.

To step back for a moment, remember the old Glasgow Coma Scale? A patient is measured in three areas - Vision, Physical Responses, and Speech. (These aren't the real titles for them, but hey, I'm improvising here.) During the tests, the patient is given a Vision score from 1-4, a Physical score from 1-5, and a Speech score from 1-6. The three scores are added up to a total of between 3 and 15 - three being extremely unresponsive and 15 being pretty close to normal human activity. David arrived two weeks ago as a 3. Last week, he was bumped up to a 4. Today, he reached 5. The primary area of improvement so far has been his vision. Of course, we cannot begin to test the speech until he is off of the ventilator - the ventilation tube prevents all vocalization.

So, to be realistic, David is not totally alert yet. He opens his eyes and they are not the glassy globes that they have been before - there is some light in there. He opens them of his own accord, not in response to a command. So far, he has not passed the official test in which he will focus on an object or person in front of him and track its movement with his eyes. But then again, it's Monday, and we all have trouble focusing on much of anything on Monday...

His head is on a constant drain - we are trying to get as much fluid as possible off of the brain. This makes measuring the ICP's difficult, but we know that they're pretty stable. He continues to lose water-weight, which is good. His hands are back to normal-size, down from the big puffy mitts they were last week. Mom gave him a leg massage today, and was startled to see how just two weeks in bed have allowed his legs to get smaller. Here are a couple of notes from Mom:

"Dr. Holland wants to take him into the OR to take new stitches on that one
spot on the back of his head that refuses to close and heal. I'm glad to
see them doing something about that as it doesn't seem inclined to do
anything but fester on its own. Bob said yesterday that the best news was
that his white cell count is normal, meaning that the pneumonia is
whipped. For the first time in his life, however, David will continue the
antibiotic through its entire cycle and not leave six pills in the bottle."

Dr. Smot has not many any official reports recently (to my knowledge), but my guess is that we have seen about nine straight days of positive scores. It will be interesting to see how Dr. Smot creates his daily evaluations as more and more machines are taken from the room.


2) The Mirna Franco Update.
As you may recall, I mentioned a young woman named Mirna last week. Mirna was in a very bad car accident about a week after Dave's fall, and we have been spending a lot of time with Mirna's family in the ICU waiting room. On Friday, Mirna underwent a 14-hour surgery to repair quite a bit of damage. They locked a number of her lower vertebrae together with a metal rod, they repaired some damaged intra-spinal lining with microscopic stiches, they reconstructed her elbows and wrists, and re-built her ankles. It was a marathon, and it all went very well. She was still fighting a fever on Sunday when I left. Thank you all for supporting Mirna and her family as well as ours.

Mirna's adoring parents showed us pictures of her this weekend. She is 21 years old, beautiful, and tiny. The difference in size between Mirna and David will make them look a bit silly when they dance together at the recovery party! I've put a couple of pictures of Mirna on the web site. She continues to fight, so please send her your support.
www.intellistar.net/~smetty/david/photos.htm#mirna


3) The Photo Album Project
Kathy Bell, David's sister, has enlisted Anne DeVries to help create a wonderful resource and memory book and healing tool for David, but we need your help, too. We are creating an album with each of the e-mails that you have sent to us. We would also like to include a photograph of the person who sent the e-mail to help Dave associate names and faces.

So here is what we want from you:
1) If you have sent us (or want to send us) or David a message, please send us a small photograph of yourself. This should be a print photo, not a digital one. Please send ONE COPY ONLY to Kathy's address below. Ideally, your photo will include both you and David, or you can send one of just you, or you and your family.
2) On the back of the photo, please indicate the names of everyone in the photo, which one of those people is you, and the year the photo was taken. If it was a specific event (someone's wedding, birthday party, etc.), please indicate that as well.
3) Finally, if you could include a printed version of your e-mail, that would save us from having to comb through the many hundreds that we have received. This is a "nice-to-have." We are primarily interested in the photos.

Please send all of this to Kathy Bell at the following address:
314 Sutherland Place
Manitou Springs, CO 80829

This will help us create a magnificent document to remember this genuinely astounding outpouring of love and support for David Smethurst. I know he is thriving on it now. But it will be even more astounding to David himself once he gets through this and looks back at all of the people who have been fighting for him. Please send us your photos. Putting faces to all of your wonderful voices (as transmitted through e-mail) will be wonderful for both David and us, his family.


Thank you all for your continued love and support. We have come a long way these past two weeks, and we would not be here without all of you.

All our love,
Kathy, Johanna, Bob and Jay

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Mirna Franco's Parents - 1/30/2001

I just received this from Mirna Franco's parents. I could not help but send it along.


Hello Everyone,
This is Mirna Franco's mom and dad just wanting to tell you a few things
about Bob, Johanna and Dave. For those of you that have read about my daughter
Mirna she got in a terrible car accident on the 19th of January, our world
was turned upside down. From the first day that we arrived at the hospital it
was the most depressing thing to see your child laying in her bed in ICU and
told of all her injuries she endured. Looking at her was so hard to see, your
little girl (20 years old, 95 pounds and only 4'10" tall) all bruised up and
broken, She was all puffed up, she looked like she weighed 150 pounds. We
were told she broke her back, her hand, and had both ankles broken and
shattered. Plus internal bleeding. Three broken ribs punctured her lungs.
Well with all that you could imagine her father's state and my own. Also
after all that we were told that she also had a hole in her intestines and
had to go to surgery the next day. Well I as her mother was devastated and
broke down in sobs hysterically. After my husband calmed me down I was able to
go into the waiting room for the first time. That's when I saw two other
people in the waiting room for the first time.It was Bob and Johanna Smethurst
that was the first time that I could look at anyone or anything, up till then
I thought there wasn't anything anyone could say to me that could make me
feel better. Well I was wrong because the most two loving people I have ever
met made me feel like there really was hope for my daughter to be ok. They
asked why we were there. My husband Joe told them what had happened Bob then
looked at me and said you have to think positive that everything will be
fine, he then started to tell me about his son Dave who's picture was hanging
up on a waiting room wall.After hearing about Dave and what they were going
through I thought to myself my GOD my daughters injuries are bad but she's
not in a coma, I would of had a nervous breakdown and yet they were
comforting me. Since then we have shared stories of our children, food, good
news not so good news and most of all LOVE!!! We love them as though they
were family.Everytime we would leave Mirna's room which is right next to
Dave's we would both turn to look in his room and say come on Dave wake up
wake up. Well today he did and boy was that the greatest feeling ever. When I
saw Bob in the waiting room he told me of the news and this time I was doing
the comforting except Bob's tears weren't tears of despair but tears of
happiness !!!!!!!! To all of you that have been there for his family we want
to thank you for all the encouragement and prayers. Also for Mirna our
daughter. It's nice to know that people can be so caring for one another.

Joe and Bonnie Padilla (Mirna's Parents)

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Tuesday, January 30

11:15PM Eastern Time, 1/30/2001

This will be a brief update, but a generally good one. David continued to strengthen today. His Glasgow Coma rating has been increased to a "T9". On the vision scale (1-4) he rated a 4 - the top score. He is opening his eyes on command and can focus on an object and track it. Physically, he rates a 5 (of a possible 6). This means that he is "localizing", or able to direct his left hand to specific sources of discomfort - specifically the breathing tube if we would let him. What he is not yet able to do is respond to the command "show me two fingers". This is much more complex than it would seem. He appears to be struggling to comply, but is unable. Once he can "show two fingers", then he will have received all the points that are possible while still being on the ventilator. (Because he still has the ventilation tube in his throat, he can not respond verbally, and is therefore given the rating of "T".) Hence 4+5+T = a rating of T9.

He is moving his right hand more and more, achieving complex flexing movements, but no localization yet.

Again, this is a dramatic improvement for David, but again, please recognize that we have a very long way to go. By the tone of some of your messages today, I am a little concerned that I might have overstated David's progress to date. We are very excited by how far he has come, but I also realize that I have been sharing with you almost exclusively the positive side of the story. David is still on life support, and still quite dependent on it. David is not yet "fully awake" and has a long way to go before he truly regains full awareness. Opening his eyes is a very important step, but we are still some time away from even being able to evaluate what kind of rehab will be necessary.

David is entirely off of the Atavan and the morphine. David is now initiating ALL of his breaths, and the ventilator is merely supplying each breath with an additional 15-lb. burst of air to help out. Dave's blood gasses (the amount of oxygen in the blood) look good.

Today David was visited by a Buddhist healer and a physical therapist, who began some stretching and massage to loosen up some of his unused muscles. Sunday we rolled in a TV so that David could watch the Super Bowl, but he slept through it... just like most of America.

When Dr. Smot and Mike Acee were discussing... oh, probably girls or something, it is possible, although highly suspect, that David tried to wink and smile in appreciation of some comment or other. The source of this observation, Dr. Smot, admits to some potential bias in the report...

That's the report for tonight. I will share more when I learn it. I hope all is well for all of you. We continue to receive increasing numbers of messages from people who have never even met David - about how inspired they have been by David and all of his many friends. We could not agree more. We are inspired as well - every day, every hour, by every e-mail, message, visit, thought and prayer. Thank you.

Below is a message from Brian O'Callaghan to David.

All of our love,
Bob, Kathy, Johanna and Jay


COLOR COMMENTARY - Brian O'Callaghan
January 30, 2001

Smotty:

It's O. Understand you opened your eyes yesterday. Nice work. I am proud of you. Everything you have accomplished in fighting your way through this debacle is inspiring. You would be glad to know it has brought out the best in the people closest to you. You should be proud of everyone including that amazing family of yours.

While I am in awe of what you have accomplished, don't stop now, you have more healing to do.

It has been difficult to leave you, especially as you are making such amazing progress, but don't worry, I will be back soon. Each time I am by your side, holding your hand and talking about our trip to Ireland, it is like sharing a month together.

If you only knew what your progress means to everyone. I will tell you all about it when we first speak and I am sure we will recount this for the rest of our lives. People are rediscovering themselves and reaching deep into parts of their heart they did not know existed. Maybe Stills will write a screen play about this some day...

I have been thinking a lot about all of the wonderful times we have spent together. They are countless. But right now, one is sticking in my memory. Remember the 1999 Fall Classic golf tournament up at Sankaty Head? I swear that was our best weekend together ever. It was such an excellent Smot/Oakie event. I will replay the scene for you quickly:

H (you know, my father) and I sat down for the Thursday dinner both excited for the weekend. You and I were entering our `umpteenth' tournament together which started with The 1995 Bedford Golf & Tennis Club Member-Guest tournament, which we won of course.

It was a crisp, clear Nantucket October night. The club house was buzzing with energy. H and I talked about how excited we were too see you. He knew he would take at least $75 from you on the gammon board. I couldn't wait to hang for three solid days on the golf course betting, drinking, eating and sharing laughs with Smotty.

You showed up late because of cross country flight delays underdressed in jeans and a wrinkled, stained dress shirt. The moment I saw you, I jumped out of my seat and ran up to the bar and we gave each other a big hug.

Stop there Smot. This is friendship in its purest form. A moment close friends live for. And I promise you, we will experience this again soon.

We smiled, ordered a beer and went right into our predictable repertoire. What a great feeling to hug a close friend, someone you really care about, someone you can't wait to see, someone you look forward to growing old with.

We had some dinner, laid down several bets, had a couple of beers and went back to 42 Orange for some gammon. We called some people that night including Fass and Dan O'C.

That night I broke a rule I swore I would not break and told you a secret.

While you re-set the board, I ran up to my room and grabbed Suzanne's engagement ring. It was exactly seven days before I took a knee.

I had to share the news because you are my close friend. This is the kind of stuff we do in addition to the shits and giggles. We share moments together that some people are not lucky enough to ever experience. When I finally collected the courage to lay the ring on the table, you, of all people, sprang up with a huge smile on your face, told me how happy you were for me, and gave me a big hug. Priceless Smotty. You made my year because you were truly happy for me.

In addition to the thousands of other stories I could recount about our awesome relationship that would inspire both laughter and tears, this is the one I wanted to tell you today.

Before you know it, we will be hanging out in Nantucket again to play in that tournament, we will appreciate every single moment together, and after golf, we will join our wives on the beach for a cook-out and watch our little kids beat the crap out of each other. Can't wait.

Oakie

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Wednesday, January 31

10:00PM Eastern Time, 1/31/2001

Good evening, all! I hope you all are doing well. David had another good day.

Thanks to the hard work of Charley Biggs, we have a new web address for you to use. You CAN STILL USE THE OLD ADDRESS, and it might be a little bit faster. However, so that more people don't have to quest for the "~" key, the new address is:

www.smotty.com

Thanks, Biggsey!

So, earlier in the day, the doctors got a little ahead of themselves. At one point, they were considering taking David off of the ventilator altogether today. They have since reconsidered. David is doing very well, but they want to remove his levels of support more slowly. Plus, he still is fighting off some of the pneumonia and needs to have his lungs drained from time to time. They would prefer to leave a tube in there for a couple of more days. They will reduce the amount of air that they blow into his lungs from 15 pounds to 10 to 5 and then off. This should take a few days.

David is showing more and more signs of awareness, although we will not be able to really tell how much rehab we will need until we get the tube out of his lungs and test how well he speaks and responds to speech.

David could still not show the doc's "two fingers" on request, but he did manage a thumbs-up. He repeated this later for Dad. Yesterday, at one point he looked around a bit, and his eyes seemed to well up with tears. Dad and one of Dave's buddies quickly moved in to talk smack and cheer him up. Another time, Mom requested that his left arm be untied, and promised to prevent him from taking out his breathing tubes. He kept trying to free his hand from hers, and she let his hand loose a little bit (while keeping a hand around his wrist, just to be sure...). David raised his hand, and stroked her cheek to comfort her. Even in his condition, David is helping others to feel better.

They have removed the "bolt" from the front of David's head - this was one of the ICP-measuring devices. All that's left in there is the drain. They were supposed to take CT scans later today to see how much fluid is left. Once the CT scans look good, they may even take out the drain.

Thank you all again for your continued support. The last few days have been extremely exciting, and we really enjoy the excitement in the messages that you send to us. Below is perhaps the strangest Dave story that I have received. I will be sure to post the photo on the web site when I get a chance....

Thank you all so much. All of our love,
Johanna, Bob, Kathy and Jay


Leg Wrestling with Peaches
After reading all of these stories of Dave's game winning dominence, I must
send in what is apparently the ONLY instance of Dave being beaten at a game
-- leg wrestling. Yes, leg wrestling. This unknown sport is the one and
only game that he has not mastered. And this story is interesting because
not only is defeat shocking, but he lost to a girl named Peaches! I have
included a photo of them preparing to battle. The loss was devastating and
several beers were required to soothe his woulnded ego. But this may be a
blessing after all, and the impetus for quickest recovery. If there ever was
a reason for Dave to wake up and get better, I think it is reclaiming his
title as winner of all games. I suggest that you read this note to him to
spur the fighting spirit, and when he opens his eyes again, show him the
picture. His love of game and taste of future victory will get him up in no
time (perhaps the Smethurst family could practice leg wrestling as well in
order to train Dave when he awakes. We can work on scheduling a rematch with
Peaches.) -- Kerry Loughman (Rehoboth Friend)

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Thursday, February 1

6:15PM Eastern Time, 2/1/2001

Good evening, folks! Please pass this message on to your friends and relatives who are rooting on David Smethurst. Also send them to the web site: www.smotty.com

This message is an easy one for me: Mom wrote it. She wrote it this morning, so most of the news is from yesterday (Wednesday). Today, David has been sleeping most of the day, and has shown much less activity so far. (The did give him a dose of Atavan earlier this morning.) At any rate, Mom's narrative is great. So, heeeeeere's Mommy!

Hello from San Francisco! The sun is shining again. The pigeons continue
their constant courtship on the balcony outside the locked fourth floor
windows. Or perhaps they have joyfully resumed their efforts at
perpetuating their species knowing that Dave is healing. I didn't much
notice them for a while.

As you have already gathered, this is no longer the voice of Jay or Dr.
Smot. You'll get no report of blood gases or ICP's or MAP's in this
section of the daily update. What I want you to feel is the new sense of
wonder that fills room 13 and spills over into all of the ICU and into the
waiting room. At the heart of the wonder is David and his growing
curiosity. His big blue eyes are wide open as he takes in his environment
and his own body.

Yesterday Mike Putnam and I were in charge of the evermoreactive left hand
as we unstrapped it from the bedside to let Dave explore. He hates the
ventilator tube and we know he'd love to pull it out. The temptation is to
keep that hand firmly away from that tube as pulling it could damage his
vocal cords and result in the need for re-intubation. Of course, when he
was little, I didn't want him to climb on the bleachers at the football
field or get out of his own crib or perhaps even learn to walk. Bob
encouraged me to loosen up then. Yesterday, Putter was gentle but
confident in Dave. "Let's just see what he wants."

Slowly, slowly David's hand approached his face, fingered the tape that
holds the tube in place, rubbed the skin that is irritated by the tape,
reached up to scratch is eyebrow. Then he began to feel his stubbled
hair. When he touched the staples holding his scalp together, I couldn't
stand it. He was being so careful and it was obvious that he was just
trying to figure out the extent of the damage, so I held his hand back a
bit and told him. "When you fell on your head, you were badly hurt and
the doctors had to operate. This is where they cut to release the pressure
and fix your head. The stitches go from here to here." I traced the cut so
he could feel it. "Please don't touch it because it's still healing."

"Nothing else is hurt. Your face is fine. That neck brace is just there
for support. There is nothing wrong with your neck or your arms and legs.
You are going to be fine."

His eyes rolled up to look at the flashing monitor overhead; he felt the
pipes that hold ventilator tubes out of the way; he reached over to his
right hand to lift it, feeling the aluminum fingers and putting it gently back
down. Actually, his right hand started doing so much moving on its own
that the nurse has now strapped that one down as well. He props his left
leg with knee lifted. Joan came in, not having seen him for almost two
weeks. "WOW! Look at that posture. He looks like a cool guy hanging out
at the beach."

A little bit later, I was holding Dave's wrist gently when Neill Redfern left the
room. Neill said, "Bye Smot." Dave just looked at him, so like pushy mothers
everywhere, I prodded, "Whydon't you say good-bye to Neill." He raised
all five fingers and waved. That, of course, brought Neill almost to tears and
all the way over for a high five.

He can readily respond to the request for a "thumbs up", but when asked to
show two fingers, he studies his hand, runs the thumb over the fingers,
and slowly opens them all. We'll see what today brings.

By the end of the afternoon, David evinced growing agitation. His gaze
shifted rapidly from place to place. He pulled off his pyjama shirt and
dumped the pillow supporting his arm on the floor. His breathing came
more rapidly and shallower than before. Dan, who was finishing his third
day in a row as Dave's nurse, proposed, almost reluctantly, "I think that
all the visitors, all the support he has been getting has been wonderful
for him." "But….." Right now there is danger of psychic overload. Here
we've had a guy who's been in a coma, at peace, floating. For some time
he has responded to voices of loved ones, but has basically been unaware
of his surroundings or physical state. All at once he is waking up. We
are excited; the nurses are excited; the doctors are elated. All of us
are smiling, talking to him, testing him. I, his mom, may have just taken
it over the top by replacing his Gregorian chant CD with one of his
Grateful Deads. What do you think?

In any event, it's obvious Dan is right. We need to limit the stimulus
until Dave figures out what's up. That doesn't mean that family can't
visit or that friends can't visit, and eventually Dave himself will thrive
on the waiting room spilling into the halls party that gathers regularly
to celebrate him and his progress. For the moment, though, we need to
come up with a way to limit the visits. Friend "reps"? Out of town
weekend friends flying in from New York or Pennsylvania or Colorado taking
precedence? I don't know how we'll handle visits, but I know that you will
figure out what's best for Dave. You have taken care of him and us every
step of the way.

Doctors and nurses are astounded and thrilled by his progress and don't
know whom to credit. The surgeons say Dave is doing it himself. That is
the simple version. Bob, Kathy, Jay, and I are overwhelmed by the help
that has flowed Dave's way: the rescuers who acted so promptly, Doctor
Manley who performed back to back surgeries the night Dave was admitted,
the entire ICU staff who have nursed him, doctored him, endlessly
discussed procedures and studied all those numbers, friends who have come
and written and prayed, the Buddhist healer who prayed over him, the
prayer chains that have beseeched God, the universal spirit of love, the
Goddess, Dave's own personal angels.

I am scared to death right now. Dave is living a miracle as we watch him
and I almost expect him to be able to talk when we get the tubes out and
his throat heals. All along we have known that if he could be kept alive
until his own energetic winning spirit could get into the game, he would
be well, but all along we've been told that if he ever does speak again it
will be the result of months of rehab. Now we watch and pray and hope he
is not overwhelmed by confusion if words won't form. Personal stories
from many of you of hard rehab and eventual victory give us strength.
Pictures and tapes sent by young Sadler cousins, a wonderful laminated
book by "Miss Byers' Third Grade Class", symbols of healing, assemblies in
Dave's honor at schools across the land….all help.

Some practical third grade advice: "These are some things that I like to
think about when I'm feeling bad. Snow and my family and rainbows and
fish." "Just relax for a wile. Eat healthy and drink a lot of water."
"What I do when I get sick I drink some Gingeral. I leave the fan on and I
put a cool clof on my head." "Don't forget your need for rest." "You
must have a tough head because it is bad when you are in the hospital. But
you will get better that's the good part."

Dave will love all the e-mails and stories and pictures and hopes for
wellness, but I don't know whether or not to share the students' final
assessment: "In the picture of you with sunglasses on, we think you look
like James Bond." Will that cause his ICP's to rise again?

Thanks to all of you from Bob, Kathy, Jay, David, and me.

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Friday, February 2

2:00PM Eastern Time, 2/2/2001

Just a quick morning update. Overnight David was quite active - he kept trying to interfere with the nurse. This shows increased awareness of his discomfort and increased ability to do something about it. It also earned him a small dose of Atavan.

David's new game is the "bite on the breathing tube" game. Periodically, the nurses run another tube down into his lungs through the breathing tube. This allows them to suction off any fluid from David's lungs. Naturally, this causes a bit of discomfort. David discovered that by biting down on the softer breathing tube, he can block the suction tube from entering his mouth and throat. Always resourceful, the nurses quickly learned another game, called the "trick David into letting you put something solid between his teeth" game. "OK, Dave. I'm just going to suction out your mouth." This requires a small, dentist-like hard-plastic device to be stuck in David's mouth. Once it's between his teeth, then they can fill him in on the trick and suction out his lungs.

Overnight, David was moved to a double room with a window. The double room is good, because it means that he is not in sufficiently critical danger that he needs a room of his own. The sunlight is good because David can only exist for ... oh, maybe a couple of days before he starts to miss it.

When Mom called the hospital this morning, the entire ICU team was debating whether or not to "extubate" David immediately (take the breathing tube out). The nurses and respirator folks believed that he should be, but it is, naturally, the doctor's decision. We won't know what they decided until later.

Once they take the tube out, then they can start to test the third scale on the Glasgow Coma rating thingie. Will David be able to speak? How will he respond to different people, different commands, etc? So, really, right now - this period of waiting for the tube to come out - is one of the scariest parts of the whole process. Very soon we will discover how much damage really has been done.

We cannot thank you enough for all of the love and support that you all have shown us and David. Today we need it still.

All our love,
Kathy, Johanna, Bob and Jay

5:30PM Eastern Time, 2/2/2001

So it seems that they decided to extubate David after all! The tube is out, but David is a little groggy - they had to sedate him a bit for the procedure. He is wearing an oxygen mask for the next day or so, then they will drop him back to one of those oxygen-through-the-nose tubes. He has had tape on his upper lip for a while now, and Oakie reports that Dave has a cheesy little moustache growing.

That's it. No report on Dave's levels of awareness or speech. Guess you'll have to tune in over the weekend...

All our love,
Johanna, Bob, Kathy and Jay

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Saturday, February 3

12:00PM Eastern Time, 2/3/2001

Good morning! Please pass this message along to others, and don't forget the web site: www.smotty.com

I have been informed that it is quite important to include the "-ty" part of smotty. The web site with the address smot.com is actually some sort of Texas swinger's personals ad sort of thing. We don't think that this has anything but coincidence to do with David's nickname, but then again, there may be stories that we haven't heard yet...

It appears that I was overanxious yesterday about David's speaking. From having the breathing tube in his throat for almost three weeks, his vocal cords are very swollen and will not be functional for days to come. He HAS been trying to make some sounds, which is remarkable according to the nurses, but he has not come close to making anything like word sounds.

Indeed, the doctor informed us that this will probably be an increasingly frustrating week for both David and for his friends and family. David is becoming more and more aware of his situation, of his environment, and of his restrictions. He cannot communicate except through one-armed hand gestures, and we even have his hands tied down. He is aware of the tubes, the neck brace, the staples in his head, the soft area where his skull should be, heat, itches, sore muscles... the list is endless. He can really do nothing about them, unless we untie his hands, and he is to the point where his left arm is now stronger than Mom.

So he is becoming aware of all sorts of things, but we are not at all sure how much he understands. Or if he does understand, he cannot communicate his understanding, and not being able to communicate might be as frustrating for David as not being able to understand in the first place.

David is not yet "back". This has been frustrating for many of us, and seems to be frustrating or even embarrassing for David. We do not know who he does or does not recognize. When he gets annoyed or tired or embarrassed or frustrated or most anything, he tends to look away from whoever is in the room. This is his only way of disconnecting from something that he finds displeasing for whatever reason, so we cannot tell why he turns away on any specific occasion.

So for those of you headed out to see David, we need to set your expectations in the right place. We love and appreciate that you are taking the time and spending the money to come support David in person - you yourself are a tribute to what an incredible friend David can be. We would not be here today without your love and messages and phone calls and stories and support. With David becoming more and more aware of himself and his surroundings, however, we need to change the way in which we interact with him. When he was in a coma, it was appropriate and wonderful and good to joke with, poke fun at, and badger David. This is the world we were trying to bring him back to, and laughter and humor were some of the greatest tools that we had.

Now that he is back in this world, aware but unable to respond, we need to change the tone of our conversations with him. David has always been at the center of a group when it comes to sarcastic banter and clever, loving put-downs. Right now, though, he doesn't respond well to that tone, for any number of reasons. It is possible that he doesn't understand the words. It is possible that he wants to respond, but cannot. It is possible that he cannot think of the clever responses that are his "go-to's", and THAT might be frustrating him. It is possible that he does not recognize the person talking to him but thinks that he should. No matter what the reason, David seems to get frustrated and confused by too much interaction with too many people.

So if you're headed out there this weekend or next, please be aware that we are focused on doing what is best for David. We may need to restrict the number of visitors and the length of their visits. We may ask you to take a certain tone with David that you might not have ever used before. Please support us in this. We know how much you want to see David and to help him. We know how frustrating it might be to not see David, or for David not to recognize you. Please know that this is part of the healing process, and that it takes a very long time.

I have only gone into such detail because I might have given you a false expectation in previous messages. Indeed, this is a pretty difficult shift for me to make myself. But rest assured that no one has done anything wrong - we're all just learning together.

We have made tremendous progress so far. With love and patience and most of all, your continued support, we can get our Dave back!

Thanks you to all! All of our love,
Johanna, Kathy, Bob and Jay

3:30PM Eastern Time, 2/3/2001

Hi all.

I have not had a chance to send this out, but I really need to. This is from Ken Sadler, Dave's uncle. He has expressed very well what we have all been feeling. Thank you, Ken!

"I, like many, have been so moved by the outpouring of love and support that
David's accident has generated and the amazing way family and friends have
gathered round. The overarching fact here is the way David is and how he
relates. Next is the way Kathy, Jay, Bob and Jo are connected to David and
to each other as a family. It struck me that these special qualities were
enabled and nurtured by decisions Bob and Johanna made many years ago when
they decided to dedicate their lives to teaching and to live and raise
their children in the Woodberry School environment. The teacher's year
allowed for numerous family trips both foreign and domestic. I am sure that
it was necessary to remake these decisions many times as the regular world
intruded with opportunities for more money or whatever. Family lifestyle
and values always came first.

"So...I am taking this opportunity to send huge heartfelt kudos to David's
father, Bob, and mother, Johanna, for creating and sustaining the
environment that produced the unique and wonderful David, Kathy and Jay.
You two and your family are an inspiration to all of us.

"Thanks, Ken Sadler (Brother in law)"

 

7:15PM Eastern Time, 2/3/2001

This message was sent quite happily by Ann Reeves. Thanks!

I found out, quite by happenstance, that today
(Saturday) is the Catholic Saint Day of St. Blaise, healer of throats. I
looked it up, just because I am curious, and here's what I found. I also
prayed for St. Blaise to heal Dave's vocal cords. (I am not Catholic, but am
a member of a Benedictine monastic community in a barn way out in the
country - so I'm confident he listened.)

Feastday: February 3 Patron of Throat Illnesses
Saint Blaise's protection of those with throat troubles apparently comes
from a legend that a boy was brought to him who had a fishbone stuck in his
throat. The boy was about to die when Saint Blaise healed him. Many
Catholics might remember Saint Blaise's feast day because of the Blessing of
the Throats that take place on this day. Two candles are blessed, held
slightly open, and pressed against the throat as the blessing is said. Very
few facts are known about Saint Blaise. We believe he was a bishop of
Sebastea in Armenia who was martyred under the reign of Licinius in the
early fourth century. The legend of his life that sprang up in the eighth
century tell us that he was born in to a rich and noble family who raised
him as a Christian. After becoming a bishop, a new persecution of Christians
began. He received a message from God to go into the hills to escape
persecution. Men hunting in the mountains discovered a cave surrounded by
wild animals who were sick. Among them Blaise walked unafraid, curing them
of their illnesses. Recognizing Blaise as a bishop, they captured him to
take him back for trial. On the way back, he talked a wolf into releasing a
pig that belonged to a poor woman. When Blaise was sentenced to be starved
to death, the woman, in gratitude, sneaked into the prison with food and
candles. Finally Blaise was killed by the governor. Blaise is the patron
saint of wild animals because of his care for them and of those with throat
maladies.

-- Ann C. Reeves

 

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