Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Thousand Year Question

How long can I be in a coma? I'm not physically, but I am on paper. This has caused problems, but nothing that is currently dire.

Now here is something unusual that might have occurred to a biologist or someone with background in biology. Aging is the accumulation of damage in the cells. If this damage is repaired, then there is no aging.

What I proposed is that neurogenesis happened due to adult stem cell release. Damage in neural cells is repaired. I can write.

I'm not just a head. I do have a whole body. Cell repair won't only be neural. The accumulation of damage to other cells in my body will be repaired. This has implications, 'We will be able to live to 1,000'

I'm alive when I am supposed to be dead. People need to start asking questions.

 I did not replace my brain. I proposed that adult stem cells repaired it.

I go back to how long can I be in a coma. Will I be in a coma for a thousand years? That sounds ridiculous, but this whole thing is. I've already explained why I wouldn't die when expected. It's called surgery to remove the cause, but the government wouldn't do it. Now I'm still in a coma and not dead. Something is probably going on to remove accumulated damage from all my cells, not just the neural ones that allow me to write this.

I will I be in a thousand years?



Friday, May 22, 2015

Why Was I Prepared?

I woke up and knew. What I experienced was covered by knowledge I used in work. Where I had been prior to leaving and having a brain bleed...

I was primarily in the home of the child receiving services from where I worked. I was basically a special education teacher for children not old enough to go to school yet. My goal was simple...try to get these kids to where they didn't need a special class, or at least a lot less. So when I woke from a coma and was told I had a bleed, I knew. I would over-hear medical professionals name specific brain parts. I knew what those were. I thought, "Wait! I need that part to understand."

Something was already odd when I woke.

I was also the manager of that program. I didn't like doing it, but I bossed people around. I couldn't talk, but I could dictate orders. It wasn't a quick and easy process, but I'd do it. Again, odd.

Now I write.

Has anyone ever asked "why"? Why did I have neurological education? My main degree is in psychology. Why did I work with brain injured children? We didn't call it rehab. We called what we did education. It was the same thing. This is just more strange stuff.

Why did I know what I had? Why did I know what to do? Why was I prepared for this?

Monday, May 4, 2015

False Despair

Yahoo asked if one would rather live in false hope or false despair. The top answer... "If those are the only two choices, probably false hope. But don't get too down on self delusion. Research has shown that part of the reason that the best athletes are so successful is because the[y] believe that they are indestructible. If you believe that you can do anything, there is a good chance that you will be able to do more than someone who knows his or her limits." ( ...The title? Can't Damage Me )

I have been afraid of giving false hope. In an age where I shouldn't have recovery, I am. It makes you wonder...why? It shows, though, that recovery is possible. It's not easy. I didn't take some magic pill.

The idea the brain couldn't heal took over. It's called neurological nihilism. We see it in the way a brain injury is treated. "... left hospital in a wheelchair with the neurologist warning he could expect no further significant gains." Doctors were giving despair.

I can say this is not true. On paper I am still not conscious. (That one will have to be fixed, but there's now a mess of problems to go with it.) This despair that was being given was false.

So there was a feeling nothing could be done. Doctors gave this feeling to their patients through the prognosis. There was nothing you could do, so a patient and family do nothing. A false despair is given to patients and families and nothing is done.

I saw differently. I saw change. I worked with children for so long. Kids change. You couldn't give them a set prognosis because they could show you that you that you were close or terribly wrong. Way before children, I spent a short stint on adult remediation. Adults could still do the changes kids did, but it was harder and slower.

I go back to the false hope I'm so afraid of giving people. I do give hope, but it is not false. I want to say it could be unrealistic, though. If you do nothing (absolutely nothing but wish) then don't expect any changes. You gotta do something,
This hope is a lot better than the despair. It's not false. It's just hard to come by.