Walking Together Because We Can

We had the walk on Saturday. It was a good day, albeit a little wet and chilly. The sun came out after awhile and I think we all enjoyed the company of friends on a crisp fall day.

John Hollywood

John in his shades.

Sabrina and Her Daddy

My niece and her daddy.

Family

My family. (Ashley and Michael couldn’t be there.)

John's Crew

John’s Crew (the name of our team).

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I am MUSLIM

No, I am not giving up Christianity. Quite the contrary. It is because I am a Christian that I am uniting with my friend, Adam, and others to say that We are MUSLIM.

We are Making a United Stand to eLiminate Intolerance against Muslims.

In the words of my friend, Adam:

Muslims are everywhere. They are our friends. Our neighbors. Our family. Our peers. Our colleagues. Our fellow Americans. Our fellow world citizens. And they are not terrorists. They are not dangerous or irrational or fanatics. They are peaceful and loving and kind. They are human.

In fact, you should just go to his new website, We Are MUSLIM, to read what he has to say. It’s awesome. And relevant.

Jesus wouldn’t want us to hate, persecute, torture, kill or burn Qu’rans in His name. From what I read in the Bible, He wanted us to love our neighbors and our enemies. That’s not saying that Muslims are our enemies. That’s not what I meant. The Muslims who call themselves our enemies are not true Muslims. Their Allah would not want them to hate, persecute, torture, kill or burn Bibles in His name, either. The people that do those things in Christ’s , Allah’s, God’s, or whatever name you want to call Him, are extremists. They do not stand for the whole. They are no more a representative of me as a Christian or an American than the people who were responsible for the attacks on 9/11 are a true representative of Middle Eastern or Muslim people. We need to stop the hate.

What Adam is doing is a step in that direction. Thank you, Adam.

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Weight Loss Wednesday

So as to not over inundate you with weight loss posts, I’ve decided to limit them to just Wednesdays or to the occasional Wednesday.

This week, I’m going to tell you what I’ve noticed since losing some weight…well, not really even losing weight, but toning or something because the weight doesn’t seem to be dropping off so much as it’s redistributing or something. In any case, there are differences that I am noticing.

  • My pants aren’t just bigger in the usual way–around the waist–but they seem to be longer on my legs and the crotch hangs about mid-thigh. Which is annoying, I might add. Especially with workout shorts.

  • My rings are really loose. I don’t know what to do about this one. I don’t want to get them sized until I’ve lost all the weight I want to lose. One fell off the other day. Not my wedding ring, but still, it scares me. I don’t want to not wear them, either. I can’t wrap string or something like that around them because, as a nurse, I wash my hands hundreds of times per day.

  • People are noticing something is different about me. Most people think it’s my hair. I think that my face isn’t as fat so that it just makes them think it’s my hair. Whatever the case, they are noticing.

  • This one comes with a warning to people who read this that are family members, especially Mom and Emily…you may want to skip this one.

  • I feel sexier! I feel more desirable. That helps in the bedroom. :D

  • I enjoy exercise now. I even like to sweat. It means I’m working hard. I miss my workouts if I have to miss a day. It’s frightening. :woot:

Anyway, I’m getting there. Even if I did have a significant gain this past week, I feel good about myself and I am working it out. It’s all good.

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Steph and John’s Adventure; The Rebuttal

Who even would have thought I would have to have a rebuttal to yesterday’s post, but here we are. *sigh* Part of me was thinking, don’t dignify it with a response while the other part wants to defend my loved ones.

My sister-in-law is a saint. Truly. She has tried to give my niece and nephew every ounce of normalcy in their childhood that she possibly can since their Dad was diagnosed with a debilitating, terminal disease 3 1/2 years ago. Furthermore, she has done this while trying to meet all of John’s needs (the imaginable and unimaginable) and also trying to provide him with as much joy as possible in his limited time left. That’s what the trip to Wisconsin Dells was about. If people could just walk in her shoes for one day. Just one day.

Or perhaps they should walk in the shoes of my niece and nephew. It was suggested in one of the comments yesterday that it was partially their (my niece’s and nephew’s) fault that the bipap machine was left because they didn’t show enough responsibility to make sure it was taken off the bus. My niece and nephew have done things at their young ages for their Dad that most adults have never, nor will ever, do for their parents. I’m not exaggerating. Most adult children would ship their parents off to a nursing home before they would be forced to do the things that my niece and nephew have had to do for their Dad. It’s ridiculous and absurd to blame them.

Let me just answer a few questions that were asked in comments:

If you have all these essential items AND have a wheelchair van … why wouldn’t you just make it a road trip?

Emily answered, “Just because they own a handicap accessible vehicle does not make it the most convenient mode of transportation at all times. I assume you own a car, does that mean you would never take a bus or a plane?” The problem with taking the van is that it is not in very good condition. The handicapped accessible van that they were able to afford often has a door that doesn’t work very well making it difficult to get John in and out of the van. It also shakes at speeds greater than 55 miles per hour, making it a frightening vehicle for my sister-in-law to drive. Plus, it just isn’t that reliable. They were also using this shorter trip as a trial run to see if it would be an acceptable mode of travel for a longer trip they want to take to visit family. Obviously, that isn’t going to work.

was [sic] is 4 people doing with 9 pieces of luggage

I think what he/she meant was “what are four people doing with nine pieces of luggage?”

See, John has to be tube fed. He can’t eat like normal people. He has to eat through a tube that goes into his stomach. This means he has to be fed a special food, like formula, that is mixed and poured into something that has to be attached to his feeding tube. So all of that paraphernalia and the special food had to be packed. Plus all of his medication. Plus his equipment that he needs. Plus everyone’s clothes and swimming suits and towels, etc. It’s ridiculous to me even as I’m writing this that I have to explain this to people.

To those who were quick to blame all of the problems on my sister-in-law and her children,
my brother-in-law (her brother), Nathan, can clarify better than I can (this is from his comment yesterday):

A few points of clarification to those commenting that it is all the fault of the travelers:

The shuttle bus was offered as an alternative to the late train, sure, but a big part of the problem from there on out is the total breakdown in communication and accountability because Amtrak says it’s the bus contractor’s problem and the bus contractor says it is Amtrak’s problem.

I’m surprised at the callousness of those who are quick to dismiss this as traveler error. Yes, the travelers made a mistake. They were trying to navigate a chaotic travel situation with a lot of luggage and in the process realized they had missed one bag. That much is clear and no one disputes that. Here’s what everyone needs to keep in mind, though. Immediately upon discovering they had a piece of luggage still on the bus, they worked the phones until they could contact the bus driver directly. They were reassured that it would be taken care of and they could get it back that evening. They did not get it back, because the driver broke standard operating procedure. Upon arriving in Chicago, he was supposed to contact Amtrak to have a station representative meet the shuttle at the curb. When he forgot about the lost piece of luggage he had promised to bring back with him and unloaded it with all the other pieces, an Amtrak representative at the curb would have been able to take the unclaimed bag on the sidewalk to lost and found.

If the driver had done this simple step in this procedure (actually letting Amtrak know he had arrived instead of dropping and dashing), we could instead be writing about the superior customer service of Amtrak recovering a misplaced piece of luggage. Instead, we are writing about hours of phone calls, a lack of answers, missing medical equipment, and now people blaming the victims.

As for the icing on this miserable cake – missing the train at the end – there was a bench for them to sit on in the Wisconsin Dells stop. A bench. Yes, they got to the station, found out the train was running an hour late, and a few of them went to a couple of shops across the street. If the station attendant thought it could be earlier than an hour – even if he had no idea – then he should not have given a new arrival time without a clear caveat. Once they missed the train, they were told “sorry” and locked out of the station, sitting on the sidewalk.

There is something called “common courtesy”. It’s what people do when they open the door for a woman with 2 children tucked under her arm while trying to carry bags in her hands. It’s what people do when they see an older woman or man get on the bus and there aren’t any more seats and so they get up and offer there own. It’s what you do when you help a person with a cane who is trying to get down some stairs. It’s what a bus driver or Amtrak employee should have done when realizing this family had special needs. Treat people with humanity. You would expect the same for one of your loved ones. In my line of work, if we treated people with the disregard that the bus company and Amtrak treated Steph and John and their family, we would be ripped apart in the media. I would be fired if I treated people the way that my family was treated. This is a consumer driven society and if you aren’t willing to go above and beyond to satisfy your customers, you aren’t going to have any before too long.

Maybe I’m being naive thinking that there were people who would understand these concepts. I sure got a wake up call yesterday.

**I’m sorry I didn’t respond to comments yesterday, but if I had responded to one, I would have had to respond to them all and I was just too emotional, exhausted and emotionally exhausted.**

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Steph and John’s Great Adventure (Or, Why Amtrak Sucks)

The following is written in the words of my sister-in-law, Stephanie. This is their experience with Amtrak on a recent vacation to Wisconsin Dells. I’m hoping the use of social media, such as this blog and Facebook and Twitter will create awareness of how Amtrak treats their customers and maybe encourage them to treat them a little bit better. So please spread the word, dear friends.

Just a reminder about Steph’s husband, John…he has Lou Gehrig’s Disease, is unable to walk and relies on a motorized wheelchair to get around and he’s also unable to talk without the aid of a special computer.

We bought Amtrak tickets to travel from Minneapolis to Wisconsin Dells and back. We had a wheelchair seat for John, one for me, and two for the kids. When we arrived at the station we were told the train was running 3 hours late. We sat down to wait and an Amtrak employee came over and asked if we would like to take a shuttle bus. The bus was traveling to Chicago so that people would not miss connecting trains and it would make stops along the way. They assured us they could handle the power wheelchair and we would get there a couple of hours sooner. We opted to take the shuttle bus.

The bus driver had many problems operating the wheelchair lift and was very rude about letting me help. I had to sit John up all the way to turn him around on the bus and the driver would not let me lean him back again before his wheels were fastened to the floor. Once he was wedged in, I could no longer adjust his seat. John can not hold his head or body up well if he sits up too far, so he was uncomfortable for the whole ride. He was also slipping out of his wheelchair.

When we arrived in Wisconsin Dells, we went through the frightening process of using the lift again. I told the bus driver that we had luggage underneath. He opened it up and told me to look for it. It was spread out everywhere underneath other people’s luggage. We grabbed our luggage (9 pieces in all) and waited for our taxi to the resort.

Once we arrived at the resort, we realized we did not have John’s bi-pap machine. He can not breathe well at night without it. After a few calls to Amtrak I had the bus driver’s cell phone number. I spoke with him when he was still a couple of hours away from Chicago. I explained that we had left a bi-pap machine under the bus and told him what it looked like. He told me that they would be passing back through Wisconsin Dells and I could meet him to pick it up. He told me to call back in a few hours to see where they were.

I called the driver back at about 8:30 PM and thought he was still another hour away. When I hung up my phone, I had a call back from him right away. He said “I just remembered something that made my heart stop. I unloaded everything in Chicago. There is nothing left on the bus.” I asked him where our bi-pap machine was and he told me to call Amtrak lost and found.

Getting a hold of Chicago Amtrak lost and found requires a small miracle, but after many conversations with them we realized that our bi-pap machine had been unloaded on the street curb and left there by the bus driver. It has not been seen since. John spent his vacation sleeping in his wheelchair and waking many times during the night because he could not breathe well.

The day we were scheduled to return home, the train was due to leave the Dells at 5:52 PM. We arrived at the station around 5:00 and were told the train would be an hour late. The kids wanted to visit a couple of stores across the street, so we left John and the luggage in the station while we ran to a couple of stores. As we arrive back the station at 6:30 (22 minutes before the train was due to leave) we saw the Amtrak leaving the station. While John(who can only speak through his computer) sat there watching, the train boarded and left 22 minutes earlier than it was supposed to. When I complained to the station manager about it leaving early, he told me it was “just an estimate.”

About two minutes after discovering that we had missed the train, the four of us and our nine pieces of luggage were asked to leave the station so the manager could lock up. We stood there in the dirt parking lot as it started to rain with no idea how we would get home. We hauled our luggage up and down the streets looking for a restaurant to sit in.

After several phone calls home, a friend of ours drove four hours in our handicap accessible van to bring us home. We arrived home at 5:00 that morning.

I have since spoken with Amtrak about the ordeal and we were offered vouchers for the train ride. There is probably not much chance we will attempt to ride the train again! I submitted a claim for the $6,500 bi-pap machine, but we have not heard back yet. There seems to be a debate about the fact that it was not “checked” luggage, even though we could not keep all of our luggage in our possession on the bus.

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