November 2008

 


 

 

Name Of Column Author Title Article Type
News Views Pat Sanders Pets - How Much Are They Worth News & Events
VoicePoints Lisa Proper Dilemmas In Laryngectomy Rehab Education-Med
Between Friends Donna McGary New Friends & Old Relations Experiences
Practically Speaking Elizabeth Finchem Kitchen Table Therapy Experiences
WebWhispers Columnist Avraham Eilat Avraham & His Kleenex Photography
A Scottish Accent Rosalie Macrae Plates Of Meat Humor
WW Editor Dutch From Feb 2003 Can I Fly Advice
New Members Listing Welcome News & Events

 

 

 

 

 

Pets - How Much Are They Worth?

 

 

I tuned into the Dave Ramsey show on Fox Business network today and his topic was Money and Pets. He led off the show by talking about the tremendous amount of money being spent every year in the U.S. on pets and he took calls from many people who adopted a pet in a kind of accidental manner but ended with loving their pet to the extent that they spent $3,000 or $4,000 on surgery and care when needed. None regretted it but it did bust the budget in many cases!

Dave was sympathetic but warned people about taking on more obligations that they could handle, especially in today's economic crisis. He did suggest that in budgeting, you should not include the expenses of owning a pet in your general household budget but put aside the money in a pet category. The callers were mostly people who had one or two pets but some had six or one had nine. Even the dry food for that many adds up to a big budget figure. Add vet bills and you need a part time job! His advice was, "Know what you have and what you can afford."  Wise thoughts.

After watching the show, I thought about some of our email discussions regarding our pets and what they meant to us and I wondered that no one called in to talk about that. We, here on WebWhispers.org, are cancer patients and survivors, who required a lot of rehabilitation that often affected our relationships with our family, friends, neighbors, and employers but not our pets.

Let me tell you about mine. The little skinny deaf cat that I adopted had never had a chance to eat her fill. I got her from a household of rescued strays and unadoptables where there were 19 cats living in a two bedroom apartment. When she slept, she couldn't hear them call that it was time to eat so sometimes there wouldn't be much left. She was cowed down because there were so many cats and she was deaf so she couldn't hear them come up behind her. The day I went to get her was the luckiest day of her life and I was richly rewarded with my wonderful companion, my Angel.

In early 1994, it was found that I had breast cancer and I had a lumpectomy followed by 6 1/2 weeks of radiation. I shared my house with Angel, no longer skinny, and a tiny blue-eyed lady of mixed breed, named Cleo, who was born in a drainage ditch but rescued as a kitten. I was a very active retiree but had to make some changes. Radiation is very tiring and I started planning my days to come home, have lunch and lie down for a nap. I slept every day with a warm, loving, and purring cat on each side of me. They kept me feeling happy to come home and made me feel I was watched over day and night.

Later that year, I had another primary cancer... this one on the vocal cords. More radiation and more afternoon naps. By the time I had my laryngectomy the next Spring, the cats were ready to console me and nurse me through the next episode. This time, it was different because I had no voice but had brought back an artificial larynx that made buzzing sounds that Cleo wasn't sure about. Angel was ahead of the game here. She didn't even know that I had ever talked with sounds! She had learned to answer or maybe she had trained me to use hand signals. When I came home from the hospital, my son set up my new computer and he brought one of his executive chairs for me to use at my desk. It has a broad back, about 6" wide and, as I spent more and more time at the computer, this became Angel's throne. She slept on the back of the chair and I could reach back and pat her, or rest my head on her sturdy body.

Having these two that were with me during both my cancers gave me two reasons to get up in the morning, two loving reasons to get back to a normal life. They were my little friends who slept on my bed, adjusted to my schedule, followed me everywhere, crawled up into my lap when I sat down to read, were always here, and I needed and loved them as much as they needed and loved me.

So, I didn't count the amount it took to feed and cherish them and they didn't charge for saving me trips to a psychologist. All three of us adjusted well.

 

Enjoy,
Pat W Sanders
WebWhispers President
 

 

 

VoicePoints written by professionals 

Coordinated by Lisa Proper, MS-CCC-SLP, BC-NCD-A, BRS-S

 

LisaProper@gmail.com                              [© 2008 Lisa Proper]

 


Dilemmas in Laryngectomy Rehabilitation

Lisa M. Proper, MS CCC SLP; BC-NCD; BRS-S

 

 

Dilemmas are a part of our daily lives secondary to the fact that each and every one of us is different, we are human. There is nothing we can do about their occurrence. What we do, to cope with a dilemma, may be as different as we are and is based on our beliefs, knowledge, and expectations. In short, our responses to all life's dilemmas are based on the individual's life long experience. So, how can one even begin to write an article on such a topic? Not easily, as it turns out.

However, this article is not just about how to deal with one particular dilemma, but, instead it is about inquiring how each and every one of you would deal with a particular situation and then for us to learn from each other's "life long experience". With this information, it is hopeful that one would be able to have a multitude of ideas and beliefs to assist us in responding to not only one dilemma in laryngectomee rehabilitation but hopefully to have additional perspective when responding to all such problems. It is written, hoping to prod all who are reading this article to write to me with other specific dilemmas, in addition to how they have responded or might respond to the same dilemma should they be so faced with that particular situation.

Just as dilemmas are a reality in our day to day lives, so are dilemmas a part of the field of medicine. In fact, medical dilemmas probably occur more often than those that occur in our daily lives. And as every one reading this article knows, decisions and controversies are a part of laryngectomy medicine and rehabilitation. They start at the onset and continue throughout the continuum of care, and unfortunately or fortunately, there are many.

I will present just such a perplexing problem, one that many speech pathologists face in the field of laryngectomy rehabilitation. In fact, I and many of my local colleagues have all faced this dilemma and I think everyone of us has responded differently, with either the same or different outcomes. What I will not present, at this time, is my response to this dilemma; I will save that for a follow-up article, as I want to present various responses and responders from all sides, Speech Pathologist; Laryngectomee, and Physician.

The dilemma: A patient undergoes a total laryngectomy procedure. The patient is referred to the Speech Pathologist postoperatively either as an inpatient or as an outpatient for post-operative laryngectomy rehabilitation. The referral is strictly for esophageal speech training ONLY. The physician is adamant that there is to be NO training in the use of the artificial larynx. Additionally, surgical voice restoration in the form of tracheo-esophageal fistulization will not even be considered until well into the second postoperative year. I am sure that any well educated Speech Pathologist in the field of laryngectomee rehabilitation would see the immediate dilemma this poses. However, before I ask for you to share your responses to this dilemma, you need more information.

The referring Otolaryngology Physician has been practicing for many years. This particular type of referral for esophageal speech training only is not an unusual request nor does it have anything to do with the individual patient. This is the standing order, which he uses for all laryngectomee patients. However, I do know of one exception to this, where this particular MD referred a blind patient to speech pathology services pre-operatively for artificial larynx training. Why was this patient granted more treatment options than others? Shouldn't all patients be given the same options when it comes to medical care WHEN it is medically appropriate? Other than this case, this MD has been not known to make any other referring order for ALD training. It has been reported that even after several trials of failed esophageal voice training, an order for an ALD or ALD training is continued to be refused.

So, what is a person to do? As I stated earlier, I believe this situation would present most SLP's with a dilemma. Of course, there are those SLP's who may not see this as a dilemma, would carry out the orders as such, not mentioning the ALD and not presenting the option of TEP until specific physician orders are received. Since I present this situation as a dilemma, I am obviously not an SLP with such beliefs and therefore, would not be able to present this action/response in the follow-up article. Therefore, it is important that I hear from those of you who are amongst this group, or perhaps those of you who, although may not believe in such, do feel it appropriate to follow the physician's orders strictly as written. For those other SLP's who see this as a dilemma which requires deviation from the referring physicians orders, what would you do if faced with this situation or for those of you with a similar experience, what did you do and what was the outcome?

In the follow-up article, it is extremely important to present various ideas and scenarios with a nonbiased attitude, which I intend to do, but I cannot present a multitude of responses to this dilemma without hearing from a variety of speech pathologists.

Another aspect to this situation and one of the most important aspects that I would like to present in the follow-up article is the perspective of the laryngectomized patient. I believe if the Speech Pathologist is aware of the wishes of the patient and the laryngectomee population in general, that this would assist in their decision making process to respond to such a dilemma, and to respond in a more beneficial and productive nature to positively influence the patient's post-operative laryngectomee rehabilitation. Therefore, for all the laryngectomees reading this article; how would you like your SLP to respond to this situation?

The purpose of this article is twofold, to ask and eventually provide answers to a longstanding dilemma and to primarily get us talking. Please share your thoughts on the above as well as any additional information you would like to discuss, share, learn more about, etc. In fact, your responses to this article are necessary for me to even write a follow-up. Your responses may be anonymous should you desire because what we need are the thoughts and ideas of the readers, even if just a single sentence. VoicePoints needs the participation of it's readers in order to continue monthly informational columns.

I look forward to reading your comments. E-mail me at LisaProper@gmail.com.

 

 

 

 

 

On Old Friends and New Relations

 

 

Perhaps the only advantage of a long and protracted move is that opening long-stored boxes feels like a childhood Christmas and family reunion, all wrapped up together in mountainous stacks of unassuming brown packages. After six months in storage, even the most prosaic items took on iconic stature. Oh, it’s the silverware Nana gave me…look, my measuring cups…and my favorite whisk. I caressed my tea caddy and practically swooned when I unpacked my ancient food processor. We have made so made batches of pesto together over the years, I would not be surprised if everything I make with this little sweetheart is not faintly redolent of the stuff.

But it was the books that took my breath away. The books were the last to be unpacked and for awhile they were stacked in corners out of the way until I decided on a color for the library. One thing about building a house they will tell you but, until you have been there, you just don’t understand.. is how many decisions that never occurred to you need to be made. And, they need to be made today, now, and within budget. I was fearless for a time, but somewhere after doorknobs and closet shelves, I began to falter. The paint in the library would have to wait.

And wait it did, until I had courage enough to choose the right green (actually it has a bit too much yellow…I was thinking more grey/green but it does look very nice with the bamboo floor. This is just one of those things some of you are going to roll your eyes at and some of you are going to sigh. I understand completely. But it is a good bookish color. Then came all the bookshelves, collected over the years, sturdy keepers of the lore, no doubt about it -- these are serious bookshelves. Not an étagère among them.
But, ahhh, opening the boxes of books…there is a smell of books, and a feel to them. I actually stroked some as I remembered their power. One thing to know, there are very few books in my library which I have not read or at least referenced. There is no book I wouldn’t share (and some I miss because they were never returned) or that I think unworthy of reading more than once. But this is not just my library so there are several shelves for my son and his wife’s tastes. Some I can abide. Of their other, more dubious, choices, I can only say, “Whatever”. I will admit, I am a bit of a snob about my books.

Unpacking my son’s collection of the Stephen R. Donaldson series of Thomas Covenant, The Unbeliever, made me smile. It has been over twenty years since I last read these books and I remembered the way they fired my imagination but I could not remember why. And to be honest, when I started to re-read the First Chronicles, I was not impressed and vaguely disappointed. Sort of like running into an old boyfriend and left wondering, “What was I thinking?” They went quickly onto the shelves designated to science fiction, although his writing belongs to a sub-genre of epic fantasy, more akin to Tolkien than Asimov.

The siren call of those old book boyfriends is strong, however, and one night, bored and needing something to read, I revisited Thomas Covenant and his land of Earthpower and giants named Saltheart Foamfollower, and I remembered exactly what I was thinking. It was good to be back.

Like all epic fantasies, and the ancient mythologies which are their inspiration, it is about the battle between good and evil. In the larger worlds of heaven and earth as seen between nations and peoples and, also, in the individual men and women struggling to give meaning to their own lives in the face of such mysteries and powers. Sounds dense and deadly dull the way I write it, but in the hands of a skillful story-teller, such as Donaldson, it is one whale of a story. And a wicked good read!

There are some very good lessons in these timeless tales, beyond the adventure and romance. Not romance as in a relationship between two people, but romance as in the spirit or fascination of something idealized. There is precious little sex in these tales…sorry, my love, not tonight…I’m off to save the land from destruction and despair.

One new lesson is in vocabulary…Donaldson’s is prodigious, a word I already knew, but I am not sure I am going to ever be able to use hebetude, sapid and susurrus in anything I ever write, let alone speak them in a conversation! Beyond that, he raises some interesting ideas. In one interview recently, he talked about how, in his latest installment, he tries to address “the redemptive potential of inadequacy”, which is not as obscure as it sounds. It is about knowing your limitations, accepting them without bitterness and self-loathing and rising above them, basically by being smart about facing your fears.

That concept I can use…it could even snap me out of my current hebetude (mental lethargy). Thomas Covenant suffers mightily with his inadequacy. He is maimed and an outcast in “our world” because he is a leper, but in the “Land”, he is a hero reincarnate with tremendous power, which he does not know how to use. Every time he does try to use it, his disease induced bitterness and self-loathing cause him to harm the very thing he wants to help. His life pretty much sucks until he learns to let go of the rage and self-hate.
I am willing to bet I am not the only one of us who understands self-induced isolation and loathing. The saving of my life maimed me in body and spirit, and frankly, I am still struggling to unlock the “redemptive potential of inadequacy”. I find no romance in this real adventure and my own fears have driven my life into an ever narrowing circle. Nevertheless, I am not powerless against these black moments…actually they are somewhat like the adrenalin rush of sudden fear with all its power to alert and activate.

There are references to “comfort zones” in this issue and the last and it is a powerful concept. The sub title to my column references a quote from Nietzsche, “That which does not kill us makes us stronger”. Sometimes, we may think, mistakenly, that things do not try to kill us in our "comfort zones". Fear is the artfully concealed warder of that prison, luring us in with soothing ministrations, “It’s OK, It’s OK, I understand. Don’t go there. Come here”. His susurrus (whispering murmurs) of sympathy is seductive.

The comfort zone is a dead zone. I need to be thrown out of mine. There is no growth without tension, without striving, without conflict. I have been too long under the spell of this fell air (those guys always talk like that). If I can garner all this from the second reading of a fantasy novel, this guy Donaldson may have a point, regardless of his gaudy vocabulary.

There aren’t many quests here in Durham, Maine, so I am going to have to figure out some other way to get off my skinny old butt and do something with my life, outside of the zone.
By the way, did you know that the lucubrium of a thaumaturge is simply the workshop of a magician and there is a whole web-site devoted to this guy’s weird and wonderful vocabulary? I am thinking that place may be in my comfort zone but it is way out of my universe.

I’ll stay here, thank you very much.

 

 

 

 

 

Kitchen Table Therapy

 

How often have you heard the words, “you have to practice”? It doesn’t matter what technique you are trying to master, it seems the message is always the same. You need to practice or you’ll never reach your goal. Yet there is resistance to this direction or requirement. Have you noticed that “practice” is something that seems to be set aside for a particular time and place? Later. Somehow we seldom seem to find the time or place to do it.

This idea of tackling the process of leaving our comfort zone to learn something new rides on the coat tails of the old adage, “ya’ gotta wanna”. Of course we seek instruction, attend a class, lesson, or training session. The follow through on our own is the glitch. There comes a time when we finally get down to the business of “doing it on our own”, trial and error. What works well and where do we get in trouble? Can we discover what works best for us?

After mastering what I needed to learn while using an electro larynx, and then esophageal speech I had some idea what worked well when I began to teach others. My mentors had taught me how to teach others very well, but there were some practical applications that life in general had also taught me. My concern was how to help my students put what they learned during our sessions to work at home.

I thought about my family when I was a very young child, growing up in my grandmother’s home with a raft of aunts, uncles and family friends. The upright piano in the large vestibule was a player piano, but it was used lovingly by everyone who played “by ear”. Not a lesson among them; who could afford lessons in the late 1930s. They played well and strictly for their own enjoyment. Yes, there was a whole lot of singing and dancing as well.

What we do often is what we become really good at. Whether we learn to read, knit, swim, fish, play golf, garden, paint, or whatever your interest may be, the truth is painters paint, writers write, and knitters knit. The more we do it the better we become at the activity. I confess there are some endeavors I’ve tried, such as bridge and golf that were culled from my “to do” list. Who cares about that stuff when there are so many other things I enjoy much more?

What we choose to learn is a personal decision. I took that into consideration when I thought hard about how to engage my students in a program that would keep them using what they learned during our speech therapy sessions. Sometimes it was electro larynx in combination with the basics of esophageal speech. Some of my students were from other countries. They needed to bring translators with them, usually a family member. At first I felt a bit frustrated because the adult children were taking turns bringing my students into the hospital for speech therapy. It was necessary to explain the basic information and goals to each new member until the whole family was on the same page. That is when the idea of “Kitchen Table Therapy” kicked in.

As the family sat around the kitchen table for coffee or a meal they conversed. They all knew what the new laryngectomee was capable of doing because they had heard him or her speak while working with me. They knew what the assignment was. They knew the importance of warming up sometime during the day with vowel duration, and vowel strings. The fun began when the laryngectomee was able to speak several syllables at a time. In a matter of a few weeks these new laryngectomees were able to speak fluently with their esophageal voices. I was floored by their quick success, and asked how they had managed to improve so fast? As they explained, it was while they just sat around the kitchen table chatting. It was a family project to help with the continuation of what they had learned in my office. Wow. After working with so many seniors who live alone and would call me to practice on the telephone, I had a full appreciation of just how much the families had helped several of my “out of country” students get ready to return home to Argentina, Brazil, Spain, Yugoslavia, and elsewhere.

Many times I’ve listened to speech pathologists advise the need for structured sessions and progressive levels of practice assignments. I can agree on the need to teach the way to warm up when working with a new student. If I may, I’d like to suggest that we can also move toward refined esophageal speech a little faster, and avoid the habit of picking up the electro larynx when all we want to say is “thank you”, or “stop”. Holding folks back until they reach the level of 10 ahhs on command, two weeks from their last appointment, is frustrating to all concerned. I’ve seen quick results from putting the vowels to work in this way; IOU can become I owe you one, or I owe you lunch. As an example: Iowa and some other states are easy to say esophageally, after warming up. The names of the states are familiar words, and non-emotional since they are not as emotionally charged as conversation, but more useful than a meaningless word list that only fills their stomachs with a lot of air. Another successful technique is talking about names of restaurants or menu items they usually prefer. The words just roll out, much to their surprise.

Take advantage of family and friends who are willing to listen, and to provide helpful feedback while sitting in a comfortable environment. Whether it is at the bar or at the kitchen table, I know it works. Telephone calls are also a fine way to help by giving them the opportunity to talk to someone who will honestly listen while providing important feedback on how well they are doing. If you need to ask them to repeat so you understand, you are doing them a kindness that will help them improve their skill.

We need to support each other since we are all “family” after all and if it is an enjoyable experience it isn’t “practice”.

Elizabeth Finchem
Tucson, AZ 10/78
 

 

 

 

 

Avraham

 

We are delighted, amused, and privileged to have this contribution from the distinguished Israeli scholar and artist, Avraham Eilat. Avraham lectured about his controversial views on art internationally before he had his laryngectomy in 2000, and still doles out advice and help. He lives and works in an artists' colony in Israel.


Reading the October issue of Whispers on the Web, in which we published an article by Rosalie Macrae entitled "Talking about Comfort Zone", Avraham's interest was caught. The article began by asking "What should one do with a bunch of heavily used Kleenex?",

This reminded Avraham that a year ago, he was invited to stay and work for two months in a guest studio of the city of Dusseldorf, Germany. He worked on a series of drawings and watercolors and, at the same time, documented daily the process of his work and life in the studio. Since paper tissues played an important part his daily life, some of those used ones entered his photographs. He sent along samples of this work and described Kleenex as a tissue of drama, an important part of his life now.

In the end of his stay, it was all exhibited with the drawings on the walls and the photographs screened as a slide projection.

We are honored to present his answer to Rosalie's question.

 

   
   
   

All the best,


Avraham Eilat

http://www.pixelpress.org/eilat/

 

 

 

 

 

PLATES OF MEAT

by Rosalie Macrae

 

Mr. Bird, the chiropodist, was in fine form as he separated my toes with cotton-wool buds. How lucky that this dignified little man is not Welsh or he would be known as Bird the Bunion, I mused. He gave a final buff and said they were really lovely feet. I snorted and said he should have heard my lovely voice. My real voice. It is a silly joke we have, and then he says the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away and I aim for his jugular. Then I showed him Avraham's Kleenex pictures, conveying the drama of his life.

My footman buzzed away with the dinky vacuum, like a hollow toothbrush, which sucks up the yukky nail gubbins and said if that was abstract art you, could keep it. His only work artefact worth being preserved for the National Gallery was the electric drill Mrs Bird had bought him for their silver wedding anniversary. Noisy beast but was the business for problem clients.

He had come to me from an assignation with a lady who had curly toenails, all thick and luxuriant and I will spare you the details. But the drill had done the necessary. Two more sessions and her plates of meat, as the Cockneys call them, would be as dainty as my size nines. Kidman's slender feet are tens, so who is counting. How does one's mind retain these strange things, I wonder. While on celebrity trivia, I read over my porridge that photographer Bruce Weber employs someone full-time to blow dry his golden retrievers.

The Revolution cometh. Returneth.

For anyone irritated by my self-indulgent wittering in October, while the banks crashed, about taking my comfort zone to New England from the UK, the news is that I stayed here anyway. The arthritic pain, first in my life, was so awful that I had to cancel my trip. Everything. Virgin Atlantic, the riotous Irish Boston B and B, the Maine alpaca farm, not to mention the oysters. My insurers have links with Lehmann. Be still my pounding heart.

Back to Mr. Bird's drill. He had forgotten to tell me the end of his saga. He had been drilling away at these tough nails, thinking about his raspberry bushes, when he was aware of a strong smell of burning fat. He dashed through to the kitchen where a chip pan was in flames, and beat it out with a cloth. The ceiling was blackened. The fumes were lethal.


(Lucky you weren't there Missesem, said Mr Bird.)


He asked the late priests's housekeeper, for it was she, having her feet done for the funeral out of respect, why she had left the pan unattended. Mr. Bird reached for one of my Kleenex , yes Avraham, all white and aloe-scented this one, and spluttered that Mrs Ryan said the 'soothing' drill had sent her to sleep. She had so much to catch up with since the dear Father died and she had heard funny things about the new priest. Bossy. She'd see about that. And would Mr. Bird be a dear man and fetch her some chips from the Chinese takeaway when he left. She would be sure to say an extra Hail Mary for him at the Requiem. Two maybe, as she would be able to wear her pointy black courts now instead of the usual Sunday best flat suede bauchles.

Talking of priests, my friend Carol who had been coming with me to New England rang up. She had taken a train to Canterbury and was sitting , surrounded by pilgrims, in the cathedral crypt where the archbishop had been murdered all these centuries ago. Very moving and sad. To cheer herself up, ruined holiday et al, she booked herself into a slumbering, very grand hotel in the square. A good doctors and nurses book, a bottle of Cava and a deep bath. And a peppermint foot soak. Life seemed liveable .

Mr Bird would have given that a gold star.

 

 

 

 

Two years ago, we lost our founder, Dutch Helms, to a recurrence of cancer. I thought this might be a suitable time to remember "Dutch" with one of his practical type advice messages from our email list. (Pat)Published in the WebW List, February 2003

 

CAN I FLY?

 

 

Stop worrying so much about "flying as a lary." Bear in mind that several WW laryngectomee members are private pilots and continue to fly ... just as they did prior to their surgery. I have flown commercially at least three times per year since my laryngectomy (1994), have taken NO unusual precautions and nothing HORRIBLE has ever happened. I guess the ONLY thing I do is insure I have sufficient Kleenex handy, in case I need to deal with mucus while in flight. Using a TEP/prosthesis, I don't have to deal with an electrolarynx (which might cause minor but manageable issues going through security).

I simply go to the airport (normally), check in (normally), board (normally), take my seat (normally), chat with my "seatmates" (normally), eat (normally), watch the movie (normally), read (normally), and eventually deplane (normally) and go about my business (normally).

I don't inform the flight attendants as I board that I am a "lary" ... although it often becomes OBVIOUS to them when they take my drink or meal orders enroute. "I" know where to place the Oxygen Mask, should it drop during flight ... but if that WERE to happen, my being a lary would be the LEAST of my worries at that point .. other things would be happening that would FAR overshadow my "lari-ness"!! :-)

You MIGHT consider two things to do .. like drink some water during the flight and wear a moistened stoma cover or an HME ... airplane air is demonstrably DRY!!

I cannot provide any "suction pump" advice, since I NEVER used one. The nursing staff may have used one on me in the hospital, but if they did, I sure do not remember it. But I DO know that I never used one after my discharge in July of 1994 and have never had a need for one. If mucus became a problem, I simply coughed it up and got rid of it.

Bottom line .. don't worry about FLYING. If you want to take the trip ... go DO IT!! Having your airway moved from your nose/mouth to your new "stoma" should not interfere in any meaningful way with your ability to fly commercially. Living one's life as a laryngectomee is 98% mental and 2% physical ... sure ... there ARE some physical limitations .. but these are minor and surmountable ... the ones that are most difficult to deal with are the mental and emotional ones (that is, those we inflict upon ourselves).

GO FLY!!

Dutch
 

 

 

Welcome To Our New Members:

 

I would like to extend a "Warm Welcome" to our most recently accepted laryngectomees, caregivers, vendors, and professionals who have joined our WebWhispers community within this past month. There is a great wealth of knowledge and information to be accessed and obtained from our website, email lists, and newsletters. If ever there should be questions, concerns or suggestions, please feel free to submit them to us from the "Contacts" page of our website.

 

Thanks and best wishes to all,

 

Michael Csapo

VP Internet Activities

WebWhispers, Inc.

 
 

We welcome the 33 new members who joined us during October 2008:

 

Maisam Abbas - (Medical)
Karachi, Pakistan

Kevin Michael Ahern
Elizabethtown, PA

Bruce Wayne Allen
Christiansted, St. Croix

     

Robert Almy
Mechanicville, NY

Mark Anderson
Ventura, CA

Robin Andersen - (Caregiver)
Ventura, CA

     

Patricia Ast, RN, MBA - (Medical)
Pensacola, FL

Bernard A. Bliznik
Binghamton, NY

Deborah L. Bradford
Ridgeway, VA

     

Elizabeth Briggs - (SLP)
White Bear Lake, MN

Louise Burton - (Caregiver)
Yakima, WA

. Christine Carmichael - (SLP)
San Antonio, TX

     

Dorothy Guay
Kapaa, HI

Bob Huckaby
Capan, OK

Russell Johnson
Belleview, FL

     

Conrad E. Kerwath - (Caregiver)
Sugar Hill, GA

Beulah M. Lindberg
Lake Station, IN

Charles P. Maloney
Port Orange, FL

     

Correna Maughan - (Medical)
Tuam, Co.Galway, Ireland

Raghi Nair - (Caregiver)
Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India

Harold F. Nau
Greenville, NC

     

Shirley Olson
Sugar Hill, GA

Samuel Rodriguez
Kissimmee, FL

James C. Sevigny
Merrimac, MA

     

Rod Shelton
Detroit, MI

Wayne K. Staples
Attleboro, MA

Keith Steele
Otago, New Zealand

     

Valerie Steele - (Caregiver)
Otago, New Zealand

Christina Uerling
Yakima, WA

Erma Jean Vickers
Blackwell, OK

     
Denise Ward - (SLP)
Portland, OR
James C. Weaver
Bruceton Mills, WV
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Birmingham, AL

 

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