Heartbeats of Healing

A salute and celebration of people, process, and
technology
by Steve Kayser,
Editor - Expert Access
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"We must not allow the clock and the
calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and
mystery."
H.G. Wells |
Better. Faster. Cheaper. (BFC)
BFC
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the mantra of successful business. As well it should be, and needs to be. But
sometimes in pursuit of BFC, whether in the life of business or the business of
life, you overlook, take for granted, or are blinded to wondrous achievements
happening everywhere around you - achievements that not long ago would have been called miracles, or magic.
Suddenly, out of the blue
You come face-to-face with an unexpected life crisis. It happens to everyone,
you (yes I’m talking to you, the reader) are not immune.
No one is.
Not now.
Not ever.
And, when it comes to your health, or a loved one’s health, you’re smacked down
hard. But, then something happens. A special moment in time. Something that
force-face-feeds you to look … to see, not through life-hazed, better, faster,
cheaper eyes … but really see.
Something wondrous.
Something magical.
Miracles and miracle-makers in your midst.
Queasy easy? Stop here.
This is a true story. It’s graphic. Reality is rough. Truth is tough. So if you
get queasy easy, stop here.
This story describes a complex melding of, and interplay between, some
spectacular people, processes and technologies that combine to create a
real-life, dynamic human organism. An organism that breathes, reacts, corrects,
heals and cures. And, it’s powered by the
Heartbeats
of Healing

At the end of this story you’re going to meet some real-life heroes, day-by-day
miracle-makers.

Cincinnati Children’s
Hospital
6 a.m. – A Friday in March
An 11-year-old little girl arrives with her parents. She looks scared.
She is.
She’s here for major spinal surgery. Two operations. Not one … two.
It’s been a long, but quick, road to this point
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the pre-op room in Cincinnati’s Children’s Hospital. She’d been diagnosed with
severe scoliosis, a curvature of the spine, eight months ago. The disease had
progressed rapidly. It had been hoped that corrective action could be put off
until she was in her early teens.
But it couldn’t.
The little girl doesn’t want to be here. Anywhere but here. You can see it in
the way her brilliant green eyes dart back and forth. Before she left her home
in the morning, she’d locked herself in the room and wouldn’t come out. Then,
after cajoling her out of the room, she bolted outside into the darkness of the
morning. Tried to run away. Her father chased her down. Brought her back to the
car screaming.
She sobbed the entire trip to the hospital.
What is scoliosis?
This thing “scoliosis” was a monster to her. Why was it chasing her? Why had it
now caught her?
Scoliosis is the medical term for curvature of the spine.
Spinal deformity is due to
a myriad of causes. The etiology (cause or origin) of the most common type of
spinal deformity, adolescent idiopathic scoliosis, is unknown, but it’s strongly
familial.
Translated … it tends to run in the family.
It affects anywhere from two to five percent of the population, but only 0.6% of
people ever need treatment. Females are eight times more likely than
males to have the severe type of scoliosis that requires treatment.
Detection
Scoliosis is detected by screenings and x-rays. X-rays are read to determine the
degree of curvature in the spine.
The Curve

Typically, angles of curvature (curves) of:
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0-10% are within normal ranges
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10-30% require continual observation
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31-45% require treatment and bracing
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45% end up usually requiring surgery
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50% and up is considered severe.
This little girl’s angle of curvature was 60 degrees when discovered, and
progressed rapidly to over 75 degrees. For each inch she grew upwards in height,
another inch was redirected sideways, causing compression on her trunk.
A noticeable hump had begun protruding from her back.
Some
of the effects of severe scoliosis can include:
She was
here because there were really no good options for her besides surgery. It was
the only path of hope to a vibrant, normal, thriving future.
Pre-op
The
little girl was ushered into pre-op. She
sat on a chair looking incredibly small and vulnerable as a bevy of nurses,
doctors, and anesthesiologists spoke with and questioned her.
Facts were checked, double-checked and then triple-checked.
Many times the same question would be asked.
That’s good.
There was no room for error.
None.
Every possible complication and medical history was explored then re-explored.
It had been that way for the previous several months.
The last several weeks had gotten harder and harder on her, as the operation
neared. She’d made weekly trips to either donate her own blood for the
operation, see her doctors or nurses, and take lung, heart or other tests. But
where had her journey begun?
Her journey
It turns out that her journey had followed a
very well-defined, step-by-step process, hitting points that culminated in her
current situation. The steps are:
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Screening and early detection
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Observation of changes in deformity over time with informed judgment regarding
prognosis and operative/non-operative interventions
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Surgical planning and operating
Throughout this process the family had a chance to become very comfortable with the hospital, staff and faculty of
Cincinnati’s Children Hospital. They were friendly, polite, courteous, and more
importantly, internationally recognized innovators in treating this disease.
It also helped to know
that Cincinnati
Children's Hospital Medical Center had been named one of the 10 best pediatric
hospitals in the United States, according to

U.S. News & World Report's
annual "America's Best Hospitals.”
The pain scale
An
anesthesiologist explains a pain scale of 0-10 to her. After the operation, she
is to give them a number that describes what her pain feels like. 0=none,
10=worst imaginable. The anesthesiologist then asks her what parent she’d like
to accompany her to the operating room to watch her “go to sleep.”
“None, I am 11 years old.”
Yes.
She was
an 11-year-old after all. Tough and stubborn (in public anyway). Qualities that
will serve her well in the next year. But especially in the next two months.
She’s
wheeled off to surgery by her own little 11-year-old, stubborn self. She leaves
looking up at the ceiling with a blank vacant stare – brilliant green eyes. You
have to wonder what an 11-year-old girl thinks at a moment like that.
The
waiting room – 7:30 a.m.
The
parents and family sit in the waiting room at the hospital. It’s packed. Loud.
perpetual motion. But the chairs are comfortable … sorta.
10:00
a.m. The phone rings at the front desk. A grandmotherly receptionist motions the
parents over.
It’s
part of the process. To let family members know how things are going. Seems
simple doesn’t it? It is. But it’s incredibly effective.
The
first phase of the
two-part operation is progressing smoothly. The objective is to enter through
her right rib cage with video-assisted, image-guided surgery (incisional
endoscopy).
Innovative technique
This
method goes in through the rib cage using three or four small incisions to reach
the front of the spine.
Looks something like this

Once
inside the chest, the spine is clearly visible and "soft" tissues can be cleaned
off exposing the spine. Among other things that I am totally unqualified to
write about, I understood, nonetheless, that the connective tissues were
released to the spine so that it could be could be manipulated and made flexible
for phase two of the operation which was to take place 7 to10 days later.
Sound
scary?
Probably
not.
Unless
it was you or one of your family members. Then I suspect it might be.
The
minimally invasive approach
This is
called a “minimally invasive” approach. Minimally invasive surgery utilizes
small skin incisions, minimizes the damaging effects of large muscle retraction,
and attempts to leave the body as naturally intact as it was prior to surgery.
Translated … feels better, heals better, looks better
Or for
you business folks out there, better, faster, cheaper.
The goal
is to achieve:
Translated … feels better, heals better, looks better
If
enough flexibility of the spine can’t be achieved this way, they’ll have to
resort to the old-fashioned body-opening. They’d peel her back like a can of
tuna from the front to the back of her rib cage, afterwards and forever leaving
a big scar.
Time’s Arrow

Moves On
12:00 p.m. – nothing.
1:00 p.m. – nothing.
Overheard conversations. Salutes. Testimonials.
The
waiting room begins to empty. Few people are left. The people that remain, begin
to bond, open up, and explain why they’re there. And their stories, bar none,
are a salute and a testimonial to the skill and reputation of Cincinnati’s
Children’s Hospital. The majority of people left, on this Friday in March 2004,
are all from out of state.
Not from
Cincinnati or Ohio. They’ve flown in from all over the United States to have
their children cared for, healed.
Hope of healing
Distance
is not a deterrent to the hope of healing.
2:00 p.m. – nothing.
Worry
sets in.
3:00 p.m. – nothing.
No
matter how comfortable the chairs are, sitting in a waiting room for that long,
seeds discomfort -
mental and physical. Pacing starts.
3:30 p.m.
- finally. The call they’ve been waiting for. Finishing up
phase one. All went well.
4:30 p.m. – Family gets to
see their young daughter for the first time in the
Intensive
Care Unit (ICU)
Did I
forget to mention that the operation entailed the little girl being in traction
for 10 or more days?
If
you ever get a chance to see someone in traction …
Don’t.
If you
ever get a chance to see a little child, a little girl, in traction …
Run.
The
family’s first sight of their daughter is heart-rending. A great vacuum sucked
all the air out of the room. Like being shot in the stomach by a Hellfire
Missile.
“The operation went great,” explains the doctor.
But the
family, particularly the father, could only stare at the little girl.
What
is traction?
Well, there’s the medical definition, then
there’s mine. I’ll give you both.
The medical definition of traction
Spinal
traction is based on the application of a longitudinal force to the axis of the
spinal column. Parts of the spinal column are “pulled” in opposite directions in
order to stabilize or change the position of damaged aspects of the spine. The
force is usually applied to the skull through a series of weights or a fixation
device and requires that the patient is either kept in bed or placed in a halo
vest.
Certainly is distractive
Spinal
traction relies on the application of a distractive (“upward”) force being
applied to the skull while the rest of the body is held in place. The use of a
device that is firmly attached to the skull is required for the successful
application of this force
- a device which is basically a ring that is attached to the
head through a series of pins. The traction force is initially applied through
both of these devices by fixing the patient’s torso in bed while a series of
weights are gradually added.
Got
that?
My definition
Think medieval rack.

The Rack is Back
The
girl’s legs have screws about the size of magic markers running completely
through both her legs directly above the knee. Darkened blood and
tissue-matter are clearly visible.
Okay … one more time.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Grind.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Drilled completely through her legs, above her knees.
What’s
that look like?
Looks something like this

The
screws stick out of both sides of her legs. Rope is attached to the screws,
which wind down to a pulley where weights hang and pull her body downward.
Next?
A
horseshoe-shaped metal ring surrounds her head. At the bottom of this ring?
Screws.
Or “pins” as they may be called. Screws to me.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Grind.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pins
drilled and attached to her skull.
At the
top of the horseshoe-shaped ring, rope runs up to a pulley where weights hang
down. Her head is pulled in the opposite direction from her legs.
Her body
is being pulled apart.
Stretched.
Pulled.
What’s
that look like?
Sorta like this

Why?
It’s
necessary for phase two of the operation. To loosen and straighten the spine
gradually, so that the risks (paralysis among others) are diminished.
Traction
will be in place for the next 10 days, with the weights increasing daily, until
the little girl has 30 pounds pulling her head upwards, and 30 pounds pulling
down from her knees.
She’s
immobilized with the exception of some movement of her arms.
So.
There you have it. My definition and an official medical definition. Either way,
do you get the picture? It really is simple. Think medieval rack.
Back
to first sight
The
little girl is heavily drugged, has IVs inserted in her arms to deliver medicine
and food, a catheter to take care of bodily functions, an oxygen mask on to help
her breathe, two tubes sticking out of her nose, and a couple of other hoses
inserted in various parts of her previously perfect body for trauma drainage
purposes.
Very
little on her innocent young body has not been penetrated or tapped or wrapped
with something.
Technological wonders
The
technological marvels wrought by industry research, development, application and
availability to perform healing triumphs are, unless you actually see it, almost
ineffable.
Tiny
thingy on a tiny pinkie
The
little girl is hooked up to multiple machines, technological wonders, that
monitor all of her important life functions, everything. And a lot of the
information comes from a little attached finger wrap that emits a glowing red
light.
The red
light doesn’t get hot. Or even warm. Not at all. How cool is that?
But
through this little red-light finger attachment, her body is monitored and
melded with a machine that, when warranted (which is about every 10-15 minutes
in this young girl’s case), sets off loud alarms that can either notify of heart
stoppage, low oxygen, blood-pressure anomalies or other functions vital to her
survival.
Another time. Another place. Magic. Big magic.
The
little girl is still bloody in many places over her body. Dried. Dark. Blood.
But, she is well sedated and doesn’t seem to notice too much yet. She floats in
and out of consciousness.
Pain scale
This is
where the pain scale comes in. The nurse asks her what number she feels (0-10),
and they respond accordingly, plus she has her own little push-button device
that is quite impressive. Whenever she feels pain, she pushes it and
self-administers morphine. She can’t overdose herself because the machine is
intelligent -
programmed with intelligent software that, based upon her weight, age, and
various other factors, will only administer a specific dose every eight minutes
if needed.
The
young girl’s teenage brothers come to see her in the ICU.
After
they recover from the initial sight, they look like they have been run over by a
truck. The only part visually recognizable to them is her little face covered by
an oxygen mask, but even that is swollen.
Bells
and tubes
Alert
bells constantly go off, oxygen too low, heartbeat too low, pain too high, IVs
clogged, IVs empty.
Drainage
tubes fill up and need to be emptied, get blocked and cause poisons to seep back
into the little girl’s body.
It’s
24-hour, minute-by-minute care. Observations, corrections, logging information,
calling doctors … perpetual motion.
Enter
the
Heartbeat (s)

The
technology is advanced, it’s spectacular, best in the world. But without the
human touch, the caring touch, the empathetic touch, the healing touch, it’s
irrelevant.
The
nurses are great. Caring, courteous, attentive, empathetic, responsive. Seems as
if they have turbojet shoes on. The slightest alarm and they race in.
A near-disaster
11:00
p.m. The drainage tube which runs up from her stomach and out of her nose,
pulling poisons and waste from her stomach gets blocked and backs up. The little
girl begins to vomit.
She’s
laying on her back.
Immobilized.
The
little girl can’t move her head. She can’t stand. She can’t roll her head to the
side because the screws stick too far out of her head.
She is
suffocating in her vomit.
The
nurse rushes in and with the little girl’s mother’s help, cleans and suctions
out the vomit -
she begins to breathe again.
The tube got blocked. No mistake.
Just something that can happen. A lot of poison, waste and drainage can muck up
a tube.
Try
this at home … not
The tube
needs to be replaced. It’s pulled up from the depths of her stomach, with the
black gooey poison and waste splattering everywhere. Up and out through her nose
accompanied by a heavily drugged pained yelp.
Then … a
new one. A bigger tube is inserted and pushed back through her nose into her
stomach.
Garden hose up your nose
A very
painful process. Like shoving a garden hose up your nose and down into your
stomach. The gagging reflex kicks in. The little girl now has two bigger tubes
running down her throat. They will stay there for the next 12 days.
After
day one, the little girl has to be turned. Turned you say? That doesn’t sound
bad.
Well,
she is strapped to a special bed called a “Stryker.” It’s designed so it can be
flipped upside down with the patient secured by straps and a large oval, metal
bar.
The Stryker

Four
nurses come in, take special straps, and secure them. They get the top part of
the stretcher and put it on top of the little girl.
They
then get a large metal bar, which has to be forced down, vise-like, until it
clamps on the other side.
When
it’s secured, and the little girl is squashed inside, moaning (or screaming in
pain), the nurses rotate the bed upside down. This takes a lot of physical
effort and concentrated attention because all the tubes and IVs have to be
carefully held and flipped at the same time so they don’t kink.
Oh
... did I forget to mention
That the
traction stays in place and is flipped at the same time?
Then,
when the little girl is upside down, they release the clamps and the top half of
the bar is removed. She’s now facing down. This takes about five to ten minutes,
and will be done at least once every shift for the next 12 days.
CINCINNATI CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL A-6N
The
Home of the Heartbeats of Healing
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“You give but little
when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give
of yourself that you truly give.”
- Kahil Gibran
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On day
three after the operation, she is transferred from the ICU to a special unit at
Children’s Hospital, A-6N.
During
the next two weeks, the nurses care for her like she was their own child.
That’s
right.
They
care for her with the same attention and love that a mom, dad, or family member
would.
Could
you ask for any more than that?
Battling, struggling, healing, hoping
One has
to wonder how the nurses that see this kind of trauma and pain on a daily basis,
cope with it. They’re in the trenches. Battling. Struggling. Healing. Hoping.
You just
have to be a special kind of person.
Very
special.
You just
have to be a … “ Heartbeat of Healing.”
A-6N Heartbeats never sleep
For
the next seven days, it’s a series of beeps, alerts, moans and screams.
Twenty-four hours a day for seven straight days.
Words no parent ever wants to hear:
“Daddy I can’t breathe.”
“Mommy I’m going to throw
up.”
She
was strapped down. Pinned by weights. Quietly pulling and stretching, with the
connective muscle and tissues disconnected from around her spine.
She
can’t stand the thought of going to the bathroom being immobilized the way she
is -
an insufferable indignity for an 11-year-old girl. Everyone had to leave the
room … except the nurse.
More words a parent never wants to hear:
“Let me up! I can’t move!”
“I can’t see. I can’t
see!”
She’s
in constant pain and heavily medicated. Morphine.
Dilaudid.
Roxicet. Valium … and many, many more. Wonderful pain-management tools. If it
were possible, you’d wish there was a way to induce a healing coma so the
innocent victims could sleep through these kinds of operations. But some of the
medications have side effects on the little girl. Hallucinations for one.
Dreaming when you’re awake
… no fun
“I hate this! I can’t stop
dreaming when I’m awake. Make it quit.”
This
goes on, and on, and on. And the nurses were there.
All
the time.
Every
time.
Can
you say any more than that?
Yes
… some of the nurses stopped by on their off hours. Get that? Their off hours.
One
nurse brought in her own personal shampoo for the little girl, who has a flowing
mane of locks as thick as the earth’s mantle. They shampooed her, then helped
braid her hair.
On
their own time.
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“A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves
a mark.”
– Chinese Proverb
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There
was never a 15 to 20-minute respite when something wasn’t happening. Noises.
Alarms. Cleaning. Doctors. Nurses.
And
each day more weights were added in traction. To pull her head north, her torso
south.
One amazing thing … so extra-step
I
noticed immediately. I think because it seemed so unusual … so “extra-step.”
The nurses not only empathized and treated the little girl like she was
their own child, but were spectacular with the family
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the father, mother, brothers, and visiting relatives, anyone who was present in
the room with their little 11-year-old angel. The nurses brought food, drinks,
videos, blankets, pillows, towels … you name it for whatever family member was
there.
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“What dazzles, for the
moment spends its spirit;
What's genuine, shall
posterity inherit.”
- Goethe
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They
took a genuine interest.
Genuine.
That’s hard to find this day isn’t it?
SECOND OPERATION – PHASE 2
One
week and a lifetime later, the little girl was back on the operating table
again.
She
went in for the second operation at 7:30 a.m.
11:30
a.m.: The waiting room phone rings for the parents. All the blood the little
girl and her family donated over the previous six weeks for the operation,
enough to normally do the operation … is already gone. They ask for the parents’
“okay” to go to the blood bank.
Ever
seen a squashed possum in the middle of the road? That eerie, dead, glazed
eyeball look? If not, had you been in the waiting room with the little girl’s
parents, you would have.
12:00
p.m. … 1:00 p.m. … 2:00 p.m. … 3:00 p.m. … nothing.
Silence can be scary
RING
–
Complications. Nothing major. Should be done in 1-2 hours.
4:00
p.m.
5:00
p.m.
RING
– Another hour or so.
7:00
p.m. – Finished.
ICU AGAIN - 7:30 p.m.
Back
where she started. Back in ICU again. The little girl had been on her
stomach for a long time, opened up from the top of her butt almost to the tip of
her spine.
What’s that look like? Well … sorta like this.

Stainless steel rods were implanted along the sides of the spine connected by
pedicles
(hooks and nuts). It looked like a high-tech, internal
latticework.
What’s that look like?
Sorta like this … a before
and after

The
little girl is once again traumatized. Her eyes are swollen shut and she looks
like she just got out of a world-heavyweight boxing match.
But
the traction weights have been reduced down to 10 lbs. and should be off in 2-3
days.
That’s good. Really good. Once again, she is in and out of a heavily drugged
consciousness.
THEN
The
next day, 7 a.m.. The swelling has noticeably reduced. A neurologist comes in.
More words no parent ever wants to hear
The
neurologist quickly notices something wrong – he asks her to follow his fingers.
Only her right eye moves and follows. The other one is frozen in the middle.
Stuck. Paralyzed? It causes her to look cross-eyed.
Here’s what the neurologist said:
“Is there a history of stroke in the family?”
Here’s what the family heard:
“Trouble. She might have had a stroke.”
The
team of doctors that came in shortly was like a world-class, high-tech SWAT team
attacking a holed-up terrorist. Neurologists, Ophthalmologists, Orthopedic
Surgeons, and on and on … trying to figure out what was wrong. They poured over
her medical records for her entire stay to date, line-by-line, looking for
anomalies.
No
MRI possible
An
MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) was needed on her brain. The neurologist wanted
it done immediately.
But …
it couldn’t be done immediately.
Why?
Traction. The metal pins were still screwed into her head and the
horseshoe-shaped metal bar. If they took them off prematurely, it could cause
paralysis.
A
dark night of the soul for any parent
During the operation, the little girl had to have blood transfusions. One
unpleasantly little-known side effect of a blood transfusion.
Internal itching.
Total
body itching. But that’s not too bad.
“Daddy I itch! On the inside. Something is crawling inside me.”
It
feels like it comes from the inside of your body. Imagine having 1,000 termites
inside your body.
Once again, the
nurses ride in with their heartbeats throbbing. They caress her little face,
hands, legs, and administer anti-itch medicine.
At
1:00 a.m. that night the father thanks them profusely. He recalls the night
before her operation to the nurses. She forced him to go see a new Johnny Depp
movie “Secret Window” with her.
Just
her and her Dad. Dad and growing daughter.
Cotton candy; oily, buttery popcorn; cokes and snowcaps.
Normal.
Just
normal.
You
don’t truly appreciate the “normal” moments until abnormal knocks you in the
head.
What happened?
The
doctors had no explanation for her condition. They thought maybe because blood
loss was substantial and the operation was long, the brain may have shut down
blood flow and oxygen to that side, or to the nerve that controls the eyes. (The
brain does that when it thinks the body is dying, trying to protect vital
organs.)
Prognosis? Maybe her eyesight would come back in 4-6 months.
Maybe
it wouldn't.
Ever. Just didn't know.
Even
with the greatest technologies and knowledge in the medical world, this was an
inexplicable occurrence.
Healing and the internet
The
little girl's father was having a difficult time with this. He went outside
into the dreary, drizzly night for a private moment. When it’s late, dark, and
you walk out into a dreary raining night, thoughts can haunt you, guilt can
overwhelm. He recalls forcing her into the car to drive her to the operation,
after she had made an attempt to run away into the early morning darkness.
Now
this. Could it have been done differently? Later? Another time? Another day?
He
went back upstairs to A-6N. When the little girl slept, he would check his
e-mail.
A
strange thing happened.
A lot
of people had put this little girl on their internet prayer groups. The father
began receiving notes, e-mails, cards from people and churches all over the
world saying they were praying for her.
The
networking effect of the internet was pretty amazing. It took him totally
off-guard. Massive amounts of e-mail, mail, gift baskets, etc., began pouring
in.
Doctors don’t care
On
the fourth day after the operation, her eye began to move again.
Why?
Who
knows … was there a correlation between the internet prayer group campaign and
her turnaround?
Who
knows.
I’ve
spoken with some doctors and researched this phenomenon. There is quite
authoritative and quantitative research that shows prayer actually works in the
healing process.
Why?
No
one knows really.
But the doctors I spoke to didn’t care.
It
worked. And that’s all that mattered to them. It worked. Anything that helped further the healing process was fine by them.
Finally
Traction was removed. A simple thing. Unscrew the pins in her skull. Then to
the leg. Know how those screws come out?
I
won’t tell you. But

You
get the picture?
Every Day, in Every Way,
Better and Better

Each
day her eye functioning got better and better. It slowly returned to normal six
weeks later.
No
reason. Just came back on its own.
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“Pretty much all the
honest truth-telling there is in the world
is done by children.”
– Oliver Wendell
Holmes
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The
little girl rebounded quickly. She was in the wheelchair for the first couple
of days, then she refused to ride in it anymore. She was quickly moved to a
“walker” which she shortly thereafter determined to be “un-cool.”
“My Cat Won’t Even
Remember Me!”

She
just wanted to get out of the hospital so bad. To her she had been there a
lifetime and was seriously worried that "My Cat Won’t Even Remember Me!”
She's
in a brace now for the next six months.
But,
in a testimonial to the world-class skill and expertise of the doctors and
nurses of Cincinnati Children’s Hospital … they originally thought that they
could only correct her spinal deformity 50% … which still would have left a big
curve.
The
X-rays were incredible. They had nearly straightened it perfectly. Like a
flagpole. But, a costly side effect? The little girl grew several inches in
height … in one single day!
“I’ll need a new wardrobe Dad.”
Now
she is learning to walk again (looks like the Tin Man on the “Wizard of Oz”
).

But
in my opinion, she is a little miracle girl. A miracle brought about by the
doctors and nurses – the Heartbeats of Healing – of Cincinnati Children’s
Hospital.
Oh …
before I introduce you to them, I almost forgot … the little girl’s name?
It’s Stephie.

We,
amazingly enough, share the same last name.
And
the same house.
Instauratio Magna – The
Great Renewal
What
to draw from this? This story? These Heartbeats of Healing?
All
kinds of things I guess. But for me, personally, it was an overwhelming
gratefulness. Or, as Roger Bacon once wrote “Instauratio Magna,” a great
renewal.
A
gratefulness for being alive in this day and age. Had this been many years ago,
she'd probably be doomed to paralysis, deformity, pulmonary and neurologic
compromise.
Gratefulness for a personal awakening to the magic and everyday miracle workers
that are often overlooked by a better, faster, cheaper pursuit mentality.
Grateful for a second chance at a normal life for the little girl.
Grateful for the nurses who gave her sustenance, and

and
healing (and painkillers, man the painkillers, morphine, vicodin, roxcet,
dilaudin, oxycotin and a gazillion others) but mostly for treating her like she
was their own daughter. There is no word that expresses the thanks for
the comfort that gave.
Grateful for the doctors, technology, and researchers that paved the way for
today’s doctors.
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“Bear in mind that
the wonderful things you learn in school are the works of many generations.
All this is put in your hands as your inheritance in order that you may
receive it, honor it, add to it and one day faithfully hand it on
to your children.”
-Albert Einstein
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Grateful for the doctors who pioneer these life-enabling surgeries and perform
them every day -
even at the risk of being sued out of business. One mistake equals paralysis and
a life gone awry.
Grateful for all the people I have never met, nor probably will, that took time
out of their busy lives to say a prayer for a little girl they had never met,
nor probably will.
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“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
- Mahatma Ghandi
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Grateful yes. That's the word. But also changed. “Instauratio Magna.”
And Now … Introducing
HEARTBEATS
OF HEALING

Healers. Miracle–workers. Professional experts that daily
perform life-saving and enabling surgeries. Unless you see them in action, it’s
hard to believe.
If
you are ever in Cincinnati and want to meet some world-class heroes – doctors,
nurses and administrators
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or need their specialized healing services …
Here
they are.

TO
ALL THE NURSES OF CINCINNATI CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL A6-N!
So many wonderful nurses
I’m afraid if I named all 70 of them I would miss one. Each and every one was
courteous, caring, wonderfully responsive and empathetic. Special thanks to
Janelle for bringing in
her own shampoo, and Nita for laughing so much, and Kelly for being so patient,
loving, caring and responsive even when she had 2,000 things going wrong at the
same time. I suspect Kelly could have been an Olympic sprinter based upon what I
saw. And, Lauren, for understanding a dazed and confused look for what it was.
An Ophthalmologist described in complex detail the nerves that may have been
damaged to cause Stephie’s eye to lock up. Lauren went back out and asked the
doctor to come back and translate what she said into English for me. Explain in
simple laymen’s terms. And, a heartfelt
A
Super-Duper-Califragilisticexpialidocious Thanks
to each and every A6-N
nurse. Each one, bar none, was spectacular. A real-life MASH teamwork and
high-tech professionalism that’s almost too amazing for words.
And
also to ...
Peggy W. Beavin, RN, CNS

The Head Nurse. Peggy
always smiled. Even when she probably wanted to smack me upside the head. So
polite. So courteous. So strong when she needed to be.
Darlene A. Brooks, RN, BS
A
real sweetie. Children flock to her. I know Stephie did. (No picture available.
But I would like to ask her what the BS stands for.)
And
NURSE CINDY! (no
picture available)
Darlene and Cindy were Stephie’s special spinal nurses. Always answered our
concerns and calls (still do). They made the unintelligible understandable.
Allayed the fears. Comforted the heart. Could you ask for any more?
The
Doctors:
Junichi Tamai, MD
Assistant
Professor Clinical Affiliated of Pediatric Orthopaedics, University of
Cincinnati Medical and the lead surgeon on Stephie. He was tireless in his
efforts. Truly spectacular in his work. The results of the X-rays are
unbelievable. Can you imagine what it is like to cut open a child from neck to
butt, and work on her spine for hours on end, knowing the slightest mistake
could lead to paralysis?
Needs work on his
sense of humor though. When Stephie’s brace was taken off the first time to be
checked, she had an unusual anomaly. If you touched her on the lower back or got
within an inch of it, she started giggling, jumping, or laughing. When I
suggested he may have “wired something wrong, perhaps the ‘giggle
reflextor-rectus nerve’ in Stephie’s back,” it took him a little while to see
the humor in it.
That’s okay.
He can wire the
giggle reflextor-rectus nerve wrong anytime he wants. Just keep on healing, Dr.
Tamai.
But, if you have
a spare guide to “humor and understanding the giggle reflextor-rectus nerve
response,” feel free to send it to him.
E-mail:
Junichi.tamai@cchmc.org
Phone:
513-636-4785
Alvin H. Crawford, MD, FACS

World-renowned
Professor of Pediatric Orthopaedic Surgery, University of Cincinnati Medical
Center. Supervised and assisted Dr. Tamai.
Dr. Crawford, is
one of the nation's foremost authorities on video-assisted thoracoscopic surgery
and neurofibromatosis, and is the director of pediatric orthopaedics at
Cincinnati Children's Hospital Medical Center.
TRANSLATED … really smart. Really good. Really effective.
E-mail:
alvin.crawford@cchmc.org
Phone:
513-636-4785
Eric
J. Wall, MD

Director Outpatient Services
Dr. Wall
assisted and worked with Dr. Tamai during the operation(s). Warm, friendly,
concise, kids love him.
E-mail:
eric.wall@cchmc.org
Phone:
513-636-4785
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