Good morning my friends!
This is a VERY VERY good morning!
I saw "my" doctor yesterday. (dont you worry, his very cute wife assisted him...)!
He gave me the okay to go to the USA next week.
He also told me to get rid of my crutches and finally walk without them (....mmmmhhh something to think about for other areas as well :-))!
Everything is fine! Things I can not do: sunbath my right leg .. but thats okay!
I have to wear an orthopedic stocking (full leg) for the next 6 month! Not pretty - but health!
Thank you all for your support and your prayers! It helped me tremendeously going thru this time, knowing you all were there to support me and love on my.
I am forever grateful for all of you and to all of you!
Much love, may god bless you and see you soon!
Doris xxx
PS - pics of the leg and the cute doctor soon
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Laptop
Hello again!
I am (finally) out of hospital and am being spoiled by my mum!
Unfortunately I am very rarely online these days, b/c my laptop doesnt work anymore ... and dont know if he ever will again :-(!
I wont tell you the entire story. Some of you know it and it is nothing I am very proud off.
For those of you that dont know the story. Just let me tell you two things (you might guess the rest).
Bedpans (especially their content) doesnt go very well together with Laptops. Especially not mine!!!
I am working on a speedy recovery (for myself and my laptop now)
xxxxx mwah
Doris
I am (finally) out of hospital and am being spoiled by my mum!
Unfortunately I am very rarely online these days, b/c my laptop doesnt work anymore ... and dont know if he ever will again :-(!
I wont tell you the entire story. Some of you know it and it is nothing I am very proud off.
For those of you that dont know the story. Just let me tell you two things (you might guess the rest).
Bedpans (especially their content) doesnt go very well together with Laptops. Especially not mine!!!
I am working on a speedy recovery (for myself and my laptop now)
xxxxx mwah
Doris
Thursday, May 8, 2008
WALKING out of hospital on Monday
Hello my dear Family and friends all over the world!
This is going to be the last update you will receive from me while being in hospital :-)!
First things first: Dr. Friendly turned into McDreamy and I wouldnt be myself, if I would not have developed a major crush on him. Well he is adorable and he saved my life and my leg - so that is kind of a given. Aaaaaannnnd he is a loving father to his 13 month old cute daughter and a great husband to his gorgeous wife! = NEXT please!!!! :-).
In all seriousness he treats me like a private patient, comes to see me on sundays and days off (like today), he read through the entire blog (yes he read the initial one as well where we recommended him some personal development classes ..... he commented on that today, while opening my bandage AND than he hurt me ....all your fault Brenda - you wrote the blog!
He is very happy with the healing, no infection, no inflammation, skin sticks onto the forefoot and calf and doesnt peel off (no sign of cellulite on my forefoot either :-)!
He had to get rid of the 55 small metal clips that where tuckered onto my skin/wound (no painkillers of course) ....I was screaming, a bit for real, a bit for the show effect! And because he is an overachiever and he apparently thinks I am brave and can take it - he started cutting off the bandage. I really tried to stop him. Changed his focus. Asked quality questions like: "dont you think we should have a conversation before you do that?"
The normal routine for changing the bandage after skintransplantion (skin was taken off the thigh) is: the patient sits in a warm bath and the layers of bandage are gently peeling itself off (b/c its full with dry blood) or the nurse assists with loads off oil to gently peel the bandage off. The procedure for me: cut it in half and peel it off - by the "gentle" movements of my plastic surgeons hands = NO OIL / NO WATER ..... I kicked, screamed and tried to smack him.
Hint: dont do that while the doctor is still working on you. Got that lesson now!
And that was the first time I was really looking forward to his visit, b/c I thought it wouldnt be painful. Well, that didnt turn out too well, did it?!
Needless to say, that another 4 doctors stuck their head throug my hospital door to see why I was screeming and laughing at the same time. Because McDreamy tried to change my focus apparently, by making me laugh!
By now is Tony Robbins Trainer Material!
My timetable for the next month:
Today in the evening I can finally start sitting on my bed, letting my foot hang out of bed for max 15 minutes (for the blood to start streaming down and the skin getting used to be in that position soon).
Got my crutches waiting for me next to my bedside :-)
- might start walking on SaturdayDoctors visit on Saturday
- WALKING out of hospital on Monday
-delivered to my mum by ambulance
- being spoiled by mum
- start naturopath treatment to get drugs out of my body
- Thursday: see doctor again to change bandages AND going to a champagne party with Sabine (its the opening of my friend Christians champagnestore)
- 28th flying to LA/San DiegoLeaderhip Academy
What do you think? Sounds like a plan to me!!!
Cheerio to all of you!!!
Cant wait to see you, hug you and thank you for all the miracles you have created in my life!
God bless!
Doris xxx
This is going to be the last update you will receive from me while being in hospital :-)!
First things first: Dr. Friendly turned into McDreamy and I wouldnt be myself, if I would not have developed a major crush on him. Well he is adorable and he saved my life and my leg - so that is kind of a given. Aaaaaannnnd he is a loving father to his 13 month old cute daughter and a great husband to his gorgeous wife! = NEXT please!!!! :-).
In all seriousness he treats me like a private patient, comes to see me on sundays and days off (like today), he read through the entire blog (yes he read the initial one as well where we recommended him some personal development classes ..... he commented on that today, while opening my bandage AND than he hurt me ....all your fault Brenda - you wrote the blog!
He is very happy with the healing, no infection, no inflammation, skin sticks onto the forefoot and calf and doesnt peel off (no sign of cellulite on my forefoot either :-)!
He had to get rid of the 55 small metal clips that where tuckered onto my skin/wound (no painkillers of course) ....I was screaming, a bit for real, a bit for the show effect! And because he is an overachiever and he apparently thinks I am brave and can take it - he started cutting off the bandage. I really tried to stop him. Changed his focus. Asked quality questions like: "dont you think we should have a conversation before you do that?"
The normal routine for changing the bandage after skintransplantion (skin was taken off the thigh) is: the patient sits in a warm bath and the layers of bandage are gently peeling itself off (b/c its full with dry blood) or the nurse assists with loads off oil to gently peel the bandage off. The procedure for me: cut it in half and peel it off - by the "gentle" movements of my plastic surgeons hands = NO OIL / NO WATER ..... I kicked, screamed and tried to smack him.
Hint: dont do that while the doctor is still working on you. Got that lesson now!
And that was the first time I was really looking forward to his visit, b/c I thought it wouldnt be painful. Well, that didnt turn out too well, did it?!
Needless to say, that another 4 doctors stuck their head throug my hospital door to see why I was screeming and laughing at the same time. Because McDreamy tried to change my focus apparently, by making me laugh!
By now is Tony Robbins Trainer Material!
My timetable for the next month:
Today in the evening I can finally start sitting on my bed, letting my foot hang out of bed for max 15 minutes (for the blood to start streaming down and the skin getting used to be in that position soon).
Got my crutches waiting for me next to my bedside :-)
- might start walking on SaturdayDoctors visit on Saturday
- WALKING out of hospital on Monday
-delivered to my mum by ambulance
- being spoiled by mum
- start naturopath treatment to get drugs out of my body
- Thursday: see doctor again to change bandages AND going to a champagne party with Sabine (its the opening of my friend Christians champagnestore)
- 28th flying to LA/San DiegoLeaderhip Academy
What do you think? Sounds like a plan to me!!!
Cheerio to all of you!!!
Cant wait to see you, hug you and thank you for all the miracles you have created in my life!
God bless!
Doris xxx
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Peter and Brenda pics from my first week here
Brenda, Camel, me
Camel, Peter, meeh no Peter, Camel, me
Dinner nice! Pete couldnt stop laughing!
first flower bunchers -soooo pretty!
"lazy" sunday
Oh boy! Not really a lazy sunday at all. Honestly I was very nervous about the doctors visit today, because - as mention earlier - I could still remember his painfull visit last week.
So, I woke up at 6 am being restless and not quite a happy campger. But luckily the constant stream of visitors started already at 9 am with my mum and her neighbour. She - having been in hospital herself for the past 3 days :-( - was very happy to see me again and cheered me up.
We had a little panic (me) situation right after lunch time, b/c the machine that was attached to my food and sucked out the air and the "ichor" (looked that term up = liquid that comes out of my wound) stopped working. Well I paniced - not really, but in my world I did - and I assume I broke a little bit rapport with my nurses. Because they had not really a clue how to fix it and where to busy to call someone. I do understand, and I DONT! For god sake its MY foot and I was in uncertainty! Long story short, I found out "my" Doctors private number and called him on his cell. On a sunday, while he was having lunch with his family and his little supersweet 13 month old daughter. He was very nice and told me to tell the nurses what to do and that he will show up soon. The nursed did as I told them (remember I am the BOSS :-)) and Dr. Friendly showed up pretty quick.
He opened the bandage - YES I got a heavy dose of painkillers and the pain was not even half of what it was last time.
He was very happy with his work. I liked how my foot looked and I can imagine how it will look soon. He promised me that I can wear highheels soon again :-)!
At this point, I really want to thank this brilliant surgeon for his amazing work and his dedication for his profession (passion). Other doctors would hand the work over to someone else, when they are off duty. But he came into the hospital to check on me in his private sunday time off. And he promised me to come and look after my foot even next week, when he is actually out of town to study for his MBA (yes he must be very smart as well). So, Dr. Kamolz if you read that, just know how deeply I thank you for your brilliant work and your caring!
It still looks like I can leave hospital by the end of the week.
My mum cant wait to have me home and to nurture me.
I will see many of you hopefully in San Diego soon!
God bless!
Love and laughter to you all!
Doris xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
So, I woke up at 6 am being restless and not quite a happy campger. But luckily the constant stream of visitors started already at 9 am with my mum and her neighbour. She - having been in hospital herself for the past 3 days :-( - was very happy to see me again and cheered me up.
We had a little panic (me) situation right after lunch time, b/c the machine that was attached to my food and sucked out the air and the "ichor" (looked that term up = liquid that comes out of my wound) stopped working. Well I paniced - not really, but in my world I did - and I assume I broke a little bit rapport with my nurses. Because they had not really a clue how to fix it and where to busy to call someone. I do understand, and I DONT! For god sake its MY foot and I was in uncertainty! Long story short, I found out "my" Doctors private number and called him on his cell. On a sunday, while he was having lunch with his family and his little supersweet 13 month old daughter. He was very nice and told me to tell the nurses what to do and that he will show up soon. The nursed did as I told them (remember I am the BOSS :-)) and Dr. Friendly showed up pretty quick.
He opened the bandage - YES I got a heavy dose of painkillers and the pain was not even half of what it was last time.
He was very happy with his work. I liked how my foot looked and I can imagine how it will look soon. He promised me that I can wear highheels soon again :-)!
At this point, I really want to thank this brilliant surgeon for his amazing work and his dedication for his profession (passion). Other doctors would hand the work over to someone else, when they are off duty. But he came into the hospital to check on me in his private sunday time off. And he promised me to come and look after my foot even next week, when he is actually out of town to study for his MBA (yes he must be very smart as well). So, Dr. Kamolz if you read that, just know how deeply I thank you for your brilliant work and your caring!
It still looks like I can leave hospital by the end of the week.
My mum cant wait to have me home and to nurture me.
I will see many of you hopefully in San Diego soon!
God bless!
Love and laughter to you all!
Doris xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Friday, May 2, 2008
:-) speedy recovery
Hi everyone!
Well by now I have to be very cautious because "my" doctors are reading the blogs now. Even Dr. "Friendly" - who has become a real darling.
Well and on that note, he visited me this afternoon to hang out and chitchat AND to tell me that he will come on sunday afternoon to open my vacuum bandage. Which will - as I remember vividly from last time - be superpainfull! But hey it will make me stronger! Oh lord!
BUT I can go home by the end of next week.
Who would have thought!
Thanks to all of you!
Keep up the good work - especially when my hero dr. friendly comes on sunday to "visit"
love to all of you
doris xxxxxxxx
PS havent seen any dr. house´s yet
Well by now I have to be very cautious because "my" doctors are reading the blogs now. Even Dr. "Friendly" - who has become a real darling.
Well and on that note, he visited me this afternoon to hang out and chitchat AND to tell me that he will come on sunday afternoon to open my vacuum bandage. Which will - as I remember vividly from last time - be superpainfull! But hey it will make me stronger! Oh lord!
BUT I can go home by the end of next week.
Who would have thought!
Thanks to all of you!
Keep up the good work - especially when my hero dr. friendly comes on sunday to "visit"
love to all of you
doris xxxxxxxx
PS havent seen any dr. house´s yet
am bored
Okay only two news today (so far- we just started the day :-) )!
They use me here as a guinea pig - dont give me painkillers today, to see how lang I last without them ...... GREAT!!!!
The other one is that I am bored and impatient with my neighbour! That can only mean that I am on major recovery.
God bless you all!
Doris
They use me here as a guinea pig - dont give me painkillers today, to see how lang I last without them ...... GREAT!!!!
The other one is that I am bored and impatient with my neighbour! That can only mean that I am on major recovery.
God bless you all!
Doris
Thursday, May 1, 2008
update day 16 in hospital(s)
My cherished friends!
Good news again - almost wonders (again)!
The doctor showed me today the results of the bloodtests from 2 days ago (the one who also checks out the blogs, so cant write anything mean about him here :-) ) - well 2 days is quite a time ! :-) just kidding!
And almost all bloodtest results (values) are NORMAL .. my infection result is only very slightly up - but hey I had surgery!!!!!
Please celebrate those outstanding news with me!
Love you all - massively!
Doris xxxxxx
Good news again - almost wonders (again)!
The doctor showed me today the results of the bloodtests from 2 days ago (the one who also checks out the blogs, so cant write anything mean about him here :-) ) - well 2 days is quite a time ! :-) just kidding!
And almost all bloodtest results (values) are NORMAL .. my infection result is only very slightly up - but hey I had surgery!!!!!
Please celebrate those outstanding news with me!
Love you all - massively!
Doris xxxxxx
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
4th and LAST surgery
Hi my friends!
Its 8 pm now in my world and I am finally on massive painkillers again. Well I guess after 15 years of drugfree organic living, it was time to get some drugs into my healthy body.
I am finally off coffee again ..... another good thing!
I had the 4th surgery in 13 days now! And (my intenion) the LAST one. The doctor said he cleaned out the wound (so I hope he ment there is no bacteria in it anymore) and put on some fresh skin from my thigh onto my forefoot and calf. Apparently my first question after the surgery was, if I can see my cellulite now daily on my forefoot. I am embarrassing! (and I like that).
He will open the wound again on friday to see how we are doing. His plan is to get rid of me in 10 DAYS!!! My plan is to get rid of the hospital in a week.
By now I think the surgeon is cute ... could it be the drugs? But honestly, he safed my leg (or and my life) so who wouldnt think he is cute.
My mum brought him two bottles of Schnaps (liquor) yesterday and I so hope he didnt drink it before my surgery!
All joking aside ( I like that I dont have to say that .. remember my j-challenge ....): both wounds hurt now and I am not allowd to move = my ass is sore!!
Thank you again and again and again for your MASSIVE support! Its so amazing how we all stick together when one of us is in need!
I love you guys!
Doris
PS .. you should see what I see everyday, but I dont have a camera on me, to post the pic ... there is a 70ish year old quite heavy white man, who constantly runs to the restroom - wearing nothing but a huge pink undie ........yikess!!!! where is MY compelling future???
Its 8 pm now in my world and I am finally on massive painkillers again. Well I guess after 15 years of drugfree organic living, it was time to get some drugs into my healthy body.
I am finally off coffee again ..... another good thing!
I had the 4th surgery in 13 days now! And (my intenion) the LAST one. The doctor said he cleaned out the wound (so I hope he ment there is no bacteria in it anymore) and put on some fresh skin from my thigh onto my forefoot and calf. Apparently my first question after the surgery was, if I can see my cellulite now daily on my forefoot. I am embarrassing! (and I like that).
He will open the wound again on friday to see how we are doing. His plan is to get rid of me in 10 DAYS!!! My plan is to get rid of the hospital in a week.
By now I think the surgeon is cute ... could it be the drugs? But honestly, he safed my leg (or and my life) so who wouldnt think he is cute.
My mum brought him two bottles of Schnaps (liquor) yesterday and I so hope he didnt drink it before my surgery!
All joking aside ( I like that I dont have to say that .. remember my j-challenge ....): both wounds hurt now and I am not allowd to move = my ass is sore!!
Thank you again and again and again for your MASSIVE support! Its so amazing how we all stick together when one of us is in need!
I love you guys!
Doris
PS .. you should see what I see everyday, but I dont have a camera on me, to post the pic ... there is a 70ish year old quite heavy white man, who constantly runs to the restroom - wearing nothing but a huge pink undie ........yikess!!!! where is MY compelling future???
Monday, April 28, 2008
the surgeon was here
Okay he came in and I said "oh no" .. he said "thanks for the kind welcome"! Well my manors have never been the best (as we all know). The good news, he DID NOT open my foot. Instead he decided to do surgery on me tomorrow. After that surgery he will know wether there are still some beasty bacterias (which I know will not) in my foot or NOT!
The first option is that he takes skin away from my thight and places it on my foot and fill in the rest with some plastic (or whatever). That means if that is the case I am out of here in 10 DAYS!!!!!!! WITH MY LEG!!!!!!! YIPPIEEE!!!
Thanks to all of you!
so please keep up the great work for another big wave of love, prayer and healing energy tomorrow lunchtime (austrian time)!
Thank you thank you thank you
a very very happy doris
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The first option is that he takes skin away from my thight and places it on my foot and fill in the rest with some plastic (or whatever). That means if that is the case I am out of here in 10 DAYS!!!!!!! WITH MY LEG!!!!!!! YIPPIEEE!!!
Thanks to all of you!
so please keep up the great work for another big wave of love, prayer and healing energy tomorrow lunchtime (austrian time)!
Thank you thank you thank you
a very very happy doris
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Kim Anthony Jobst - from Grad Community
Kim Anthony Jobst
Dear All,The timing of this is remarkable. I am about to set off to London and just checked in on the mail having finally signed up to the Grad community. Doris was my Life Mastery Trainer and I felt and still feel close to her. Please make sure tha tthis is shared with the fire team - we are working together globally with ho'oponopono through Dave Albin's inspired leadership and already many of us have experienced profound healings. I am absolutely certain that every single one of the fire team will wish to support Doris at these times. Please give her my Love and know that we are with her body, mind and spirit - and in unison we share "I'm Sorry, please forgive me, Thank you, I love you". Peace of I.Kim.
Dear All,The timing of this is remarkable. I am about to set off to London and just checked in on the mail having finally signed up to the Grad community. Doris was my Life Mastery Trainer and I felt and still feel close to her. Please make sure tha tthis is shared with the fire team - we are working together globally with ho'oponopono through Dave Albin's inspired leadership and already many of us have experienced profound healings. I am absolutely certain that every single one of the fire team will wish to support Doris at these times. Please give her my Love and know that we are with her body, mind and spirit - and in unison we share "I'm Sorry, please forgive me, Thank you, I love you". Peace of I.Kim.
another pleasant surprise
It was a very sad morning today, because my dear Hospital Mainroom Manager had to leave early morning today!
Around lunchtime I heard the nurse talk in english, okay I knew the call was for me .. so I started screaming to get me the fr... phone! She finally handed it over, just to sit next to me to return it to her. It was Janice Neiderhofer. She called me back on my cell phone and we had a long and very loving and comforting chat! you are the best Jan and thank you for your offer :-)! You know I will take you up on it, right?
So later this afternoon I started returning some calls and emails. One of those was Pa Joof. We talked a bit and he was a bit distant and I wondered why. I asked him where he was and he said: "in Africa".
1 hour later - PA JOOF HIMSELF walks into my hospital room!!!
The only words I could say where (not very elegantly): fuck fuck fuck!!!
Man am I blessed to have so many friends .. I mean siblings!
Please keep praying - tomorrow is THE day and I am a bit nervous about it!
Much love to you all
doris xxxx
Around lunchtime I heard the nurse talk in english, okay I knew the call was for me .. so I started screaming to get me the fr... phone! She finally handed it over, just to sit next to me to return it to her. It was Janice Neiderhofer. She called me back on my cell phone and we had a long and very loving and comforting chat! you are the best Jan and thank you for your offer :-)! You know I will take you up on it, right?
So later this afternoon I started returning some calls and emails. One of those was Pa Joof. We talked a bit and he was a bit distant and I wondered why. I asked him where he was and he said: "in Africa".
1 hour later - PA JOOF HIMSELF walks into my hospital room!!!
The only words I could say where (not very elegantly): fuck fuck fuck!!!
Man am I blessed to have so many friends .. I mean siblings!
Please keep praying - tomorrow is THE day and I am a bit nervous about it!
Much love to you all
doris xxxx
From Heidi to Trainers...
Peter, you are a riot!! Thumbs up on your masterful 'Mission Accomplished' Trainer Stretch Extraordinaire! Cheesy grin and all!! Do we give medals for trainer efforts done outside the seminar environment? If not, let's start now!! I begin by nominating Brenda for showing up to be by Doris side, and Peter for his sweat-dripping Fawlty Towers chase!
A thought struck me today:
As Doris' experience has unfolded, it is evident that there is prayer needed on many fronts...Jayne, Pam, and of course blessings to David's new baby! The thought is for all this to evolve into a 'Trainer Prayer Circle' where we can all cast our wishes for prayers (via email, text, phone or blackberry!). I am sure that within each of our group of family and friends someone is going through something - it is just part of life. So without any shyness or consideration of the extent or severity of the challenge, email us all with the details and particulars (specifics helpful but not at all necessary) - I certainly have plenty of space on my prayer list to devote to all of you, and would be honored to do so! It is an effortless, fulfilling task that takes seconds. My father had a stroke back in Feb paralyzing his right side, (he is doing very well now) it was a tough time, as it always is when our parents go through challenges - and I would have so welcomed the emotional boost knowing that quiet prayers were being sent my family's way.
Many of you may know the story of a woman who sent out a silent prayer to someone who was in a car accident up ahead as she waited in the traffic jam that ensued. He had an out of body experience and observed the pulse of prayer that came from her vehicle. Many months later after a long recovery, he somehow had been able to recollect her license plate number from the OBE, and through that found her address, and showed up at her door with flowers, to say Thank You.
That story has forever stayed with me on the power of even an anonymous prayer.
So I offer and would love to inaugurate our 'Trainer Prayer Circle' as a means for us all to be an extra set of wings to help carry any of us through the challenges that we, our friends or family members might face. Knowing that we all become more of who we already are as we come to the other side of a tough situation, having the heart and mind of all of this group behind us, I am certain would provide a soothing balm as troubled waters are traversed.
I send you all Love in Abundance,
Heidi xoxoxoxooxo......
PS Doris, continue to be the warrior you are, I am thrilled to be hearing about your progress! And next time, for goodness sake, wear a complete wet suit when hiking, along with knee high boots, thick gloves and a crash helmet - we want you to be prepared for anything!!
Jayne, you are on my prayer list as I awake on Monday morning - may your brother hear you in the intervention and commence his way back to Love.
Pam, Love and Prayers to your Dad, I will continue to hold you and him in my prayers..
and on the joyful side, David and Truda - Congratulations!! on a bringing a beautiful soul into the world! I homebirthed both my girls - it's an amazing experience!!
It's 3:30am here in New York, time for bed! (As many of you may attest, when you have wee ones, the only time to get things done is in the wee hours!!) Have a great rest of your weekend and God Bless to all!
A thought struck me today:
As Doris' experience has unfolded, it is evident that there is prayer needed on many fronts...Jayne, Pam, and of course blessings to David's new baby! The thought is for all this to evolve into a 'Trainer Prayer Circle' where we can all cast our wishes for prayers (via email, text, phone or blackberry!). I am sure that within each of our group of family and friends someone is going through something - it is just part of life. So without any shyness or consideration of the extent or severity of the challenge, email us all with the details and particulars (specifics helpful but not at all necessary) - I certainly have plenty of space on my prayer list to devote to all of you, and would be honored to do so! It is an effortless, fulfilling task that takes seconds. My father had a stroke back in Feb paralyzing his right side, (he is doing very well now) it was a tough time, as it always is when our parents go through challenges - and I would have so welcomed the emotional boost knowing that quiet prayers were being sent my family's way.
Many of you may know the story of a woman who sent out a silent prayer to someone who was in a car accident up ahead as she waited in the traffic jam that ensued. He had an out of body experience and observed the pulse of prayer that came from her vehicle. Many months later after a long recovery, he somehow had been able to recollect her license plate number from the OBE, and through that found her address, and showed up at her door with flowers, to say Thank You.
That story has forever stayed with me on the power of even an anonymous prayer.
So I offer and would love to inaugurate our 'Trainer Prayer Circle' as a means for us all to be an extra set of wings to help carry any of us through the challenges that we, our friends or family members might face. Knowing that we all become more of who we already are as we come to the other side of a tough situation, having the heart and mind of all of this group behind us, I am certain would provide a soothing balm as troubled waters are traversed.
I send you all Love in Abundance,
Heidi xoxoxoxooxo......
PS Doris, continue to be the warrior you are, I am thrilled to be hearing about your progress! And next time, for goodness sake, wear a complete wet suit when hiking, along with knee high boots, thick gloves and a crash helmet - we want you to be prepared for anything!!
Jayne, you are on my prayer list as I awake on Monday morning - may your brother hear you in the intervention and commence his way back to Love.
Pam, Love and Prayers to your Dad, I will continue to hold you and him in my prayers..
and on the joyful side, David and Truda - Congratulations!! on a bringing a beautiful soul into the world! I homebirthed both my girls - it's an amazing experience!!
It's 3:30am here in New York, time for bed! (As many of you may attest, when you have wee ones, the only time to get things done is in the wee hours!!) Have a great rest of your weekend and God Bless to all!
To Peter From Pranav
Peter,
Kindly convey to Dorris...that I am a firm beliver in prayers....and I have prayed for her wellbeing everyday since your mail arrived...My best wishes and prayers are always with her....
You may have heard about Hillary Clinton being presented with a Ganesha idol....Lord Ganesha is the God we in India pray for removing all obstacles and our overall wellbeing.....
Sunita Wiliams...the NASA astronaut also carried a small idol of Lord Ganesha with her in space all through her more than 6 months stay....
It is this Lord Ganesha to whom I pray everyday.....now including for Dorris......
Gene Meyers had mentioned to me about Doris and once again I pledge all prayers for her....
Pranav
Kindly convey to Dorris...that I am a firm beliver in prayers....and I have prayed for her wellbeing everyday since your mail arrived...My best wishes and prayers are always with her....
You may have heard about Hillary Clinton being presented with a Ganesha idol....Lord Ganesha is the God we in India pray for removing all obstacles and our overall wellbeing.....
Sunita Wiliams...the NASA astronaut also carried a small idol of Lord Ganesha with her in space all through her more than 6 months stay....
It is this Lord Ganesha to whom I pray everyday.....now including for Dorris......
Gene Meyers had mentioned to me about Doris and once again I pledge all prayers for her....
Pranav
From Team Peter Sage Japan (DWD)
To Ms .Doris (of Ms.Positive !)
We are Team Peter Sage Japan.
It asked your situation from Peter, and We have been the companion of the prayer added for about three days.
There seemed to have been a serious challenge this time.
However, because it is supported by wonderful companions, it is relieved for asking gradually when it is a good direction.
Far it continues as returning to your energetic original appearance early and we also are praying from Japan though we are bests.
With Love and energy
Team Peter Sage Japan.
Hideyuki Takagi (Call me parTy? Because I love party !)
We are Team Peter Sage Japan.
It asked your situation from Peter, and We have been the companion of the prayer added for about three days.
There seemed to have been a serious challenge this time.
However, because it is supported by wonderful companions, it is relieved for asking gradually when it is a good direction.
Far it continues as returning to your energetic original appearance early and we also are praying from Japan though we are bests.
With Love and energy
Team Peter Sage Japan.
Hideyuki Takagi (Call me parTy? Because I love party !)
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Saturday Update
Thursday they took my blood to check the bacterial status. On Friday the results were the bacterial infection was in fact moving in the right direction. The doctor was pleased with those results; however, he had some concern because the tests also revealed the liver was under stress because of all the antiobiotics.
Today, being Saturday, the world renowed professor arrived with five of his students and he taught my case to the students. So for me, not so much anything in regards to my foot but for his students a rare case to see the results of a flesh-eating bacteria. And of course, him being another one of those positive doctors, tells his students if we can't stop it we will take her leg from below the knee and he shows them. Thank God I am Ms. Positive.
The next major update with be Monday. Please continue the prayers for me as I would like to be able to have reconstructive surgerz conversations with the doctor. I really want to kick ass at leadership with my right foot of course!
Today, being Saturday, the world renowed professor arrived with five of his students and he taught my case to the students. So for me, not so much anything in regards to my foot but for his students a rare case to see the results of a flesh-eating bacteria. And of course, him being another one of those positive doctors, tells his students if we can't stop it we will take her leg from below the knee and he shows them. Thank God I am Ms. Positive.
The next major update with be Monday. Please continue the prayers for me as I would like to be able to have reconstructive surgerz conversations with the doctor. I really want to kick ass at leadership with my right foot of course!
Claudio
I don’t know a lot but i know one thing, only you Peter could have got this done, ou are the Master!
Thank you so much for sharing your adventure, you made me laugh and cry at the same time. Great way to start my day.
Thanks a lot!
Claudio
Thank you so much for sharing your adventure, you made me laugh and cry at the same time. Great way to start my day.
Thanks a lot!
Claudio
The Spanish Spider Story
My walking pilgrimage began on April 4th and I planned on arrving in Santiago de Compestella on the 19th. My entire hike was to be a total of 507 kilometers.
I hiked for nine days for a total of 380 kilometers. On day nine I began to have fever and instead of sleeping in one of the pilgrimage stops (fleas, bunkbeds, cold, dirty, sometimes no warm water) I decided to stay at a hotel to give my body a rest and to recover and continue my hike.
Since I still had fever another day and night I decided to stay an additional night which I should have not done because something bit me that night. When I woke up in the morning I had three tiny bites on my foot and a rash. But you know, who would think something of that.
Since I lost a full day I had to catch up by bus in order to finish my hike on time. When I arrived in the next village my foot was hurting and the sent me to a medical facility. This lady said it was an allergic reaction to the bite, gave me an injection and some creme and sent me on my way. For the first time in three days I had some really good sleep. When I woke up the next morning I felt rested and healthy, my foot was still swollen but no red rash or sign of infection so I decided to hike another 20 kilometers.
So I started hiking fresh in the morning, enjoyed the scenery getting more excited, just a happy little camper. Ten kilometers I decided to have breakfast since I hadn't eaten anything. While I was putting medication on my foot after breakfast an angel name Virginio showed up. Virginio is a good looking Italian guy assisting people in doing the pilgrimage in an easy way. He looked at me, looked at my foot and he said, "Girl I will take you to the next village, you are not walking anymore." Me being me said not thanks I can hike whilst taking a pain killer. But a true pilgrimage must be hiked the entire way...no driving. I already felt less than since I had already used a bus.
I hiked another five kilometers when the angel shows up another time. He says, "but now I take your backpack to make it easier for you." Of course I say no thanks, I can do it my own. Remember it weighs twenty pounds.
Two kilometers I stop to take another pain killer because now it is really painful. I am almost fainting. I finally arrived in the destination village for the day. I had to walk up 45 steps to get to the village. At the end of the steps I almost fainted and I made my move to stay focused and not faint and walked up to the pilgrimage hostel only to ask for the next doctor. I knew something was wrong.
I was driven to the med station and I got rid of my boot and sock only to be in total shock because now my foot shows big blisters on the toes and foot and a variety of colors, blue, yellow, red, etc. I was totally shocked and so was the doctor. She gave me another injection and said it is because you hiked with a rash and irritated it. She said I should keep the foot cool and elevated and everything will be better.
Back in the hostel my angel showed up again. I showed him my foot and he choked and said, "I told you". We had dinner together, wine together, he played the guitar and sang songs for me. It was a very nice evening. During dinner we decided since I cannot walk for the remaining four days he would just add me to his tourist drive. We would hang out, see the sites and talk about life. Being a trainer I had already asked him what his mission was and since he doesn't know we decided it was going part of our road trip. So I was looking forward to four fun days.
Little did I know the night would be so horrible. I had cold sweats, shivers, heat rushes, you name it. When it was finally morning and the lady also on the pilgrimage woke up she said we must get you to the hospital you look horrible. She packed my bag, woke up my angel and he drove me to the medics again. They immediately called the ambulance and within an hour I was in the hospital and another long day began.
Tests were started and I waited again. I laid in the hospital hallway because there were no rooms. I was sweating, feverish and was given no medication nor water. I was without water for six hours. Finally after six hours they moved me to a room and of course on the way to the room one of the nurses concidentally touches my foot which made me scream out loud, Jesus Christ in English, which silenced the hospital. Everyone was looking at me. So finally I am sharing a room with another Spanish lady (thank God I speak Spanish). She had within two hours twenty visitors. They all looked at me and my foot; no one touched it. Her visitors were very helpful, they brought me water, food and some diet coke.
Another two hours later (now 7 p.m.) the doctor shows up because I am with high fever again. He looks at me, looks at my foot and says okay you need to go into surgery now. From there on I don't remember much for the next 16 hours. When I woke up again the next day I saw my right foot cut open. I see raw flesh and bones. I was in Intensive Care. For the next three days I received cleaning and treatments. Thank God they put me on morphine and pencillin. I had many dreams on morphine. I still have no clue how serious it is. I think I can fly home tomorrow. On Day 3 I finally realize the infection continues and so do the doctors. The doctor being a surgeon wore as a piece of jewelry a razor blade. I was thinking what jerk, but the jerk saved my life.
On Friday I realized it was not going to be better and contacted a friend in Austria to check my credit card to see if travel insurance is included to get me a flight home. She called back immediately with a contact number for the flight ambulance. I called them, described my case with no clue of what I had and now the nightmare starts.
Spanish people don't speak English; Austrians don't speak Spanish. So the Spanish doctors refused to talk to the air ambulance because they didn't speak Spanish. A doctor arrives at my bedside to ask me what to write in the report for the air ambulance. She asks me??? Come on. I told her to talk to my surgeon; talk to my doctor and write everything down and send it to them. The next morning she finally finished the report, tried to fax it just to learn that there is no international line in the hospital. So I asked them if they could scan it in and email it. Four hours later, nothing. So I called the air ambulance and told them of the challenge. They said they knew and said they would find an alternative way. Another hour later the surgeon shows up at my bed, touches my wound, OUCH! but still on morphine and says you have to have surgery today. I say no way, he says yes you must. I call the air ambulance again and tell them of the surgery. They said we have good news we are going to get you out today.
At 11:30 p.m. an Austrian doctor and nurse show up at my bedside. I was never happier to see Austrians and I started crying tears of joy. So they took me out of the hospital and drove me for an hour in a Spanish ambulance. The ambulance driver, Juan, was another angel. There was another challenge. The airport closes 30 minutes after midnight. So if we don't make it we will not be able to fly out. So Juan was a race car driver and we made it just ten minutes before the closure of the airport. Two really good looking pilots picked me up from the ambulance and put me in the private jet and flew back to Vienna arriving at 4 a.m. just to learn the hospital I am was to be admitted to did not have a bed for me so I was taken to another hospital which did not specialize in my situation.
But still they did another surgery on Sunday night because it was critical. On Monday I was transferred to the largest hospital in Austria. I arrived at 10 a.m. finally at 7 p.m. the plastic surgeon shows up. We were still joking and I asked for full service while he was working on me (liposuction, facelift). He was up for some jokes. But suddenly, he stopped joking and he looked at me very serious and he says okay, here is the deal. You must undergo another surgery immediately or you will lose your foot. There are people dieing of this disease within one and a half days. My surgery was scheduled for 1:30 a.m. but already two hours later they picked me up because they could not wait any longer.
On that day in the afternoon I texted Gerry McKinney to ask him to pray for me. Later that day when I found out how serious the situation was I texted him again and while I was in surgery I believe he informed the entire world and had everyone praying for me. The surgery was complete at midnight and the doctor told me that he was very pleased that it was not as traumatic as he thought and said the foot would be saved probably. He never says 100% on anything.
The next morning at 6 a.m. my phone rang and Ariane was on the phone. I now learn the entire United States and Ireland are searching for me. I failed to mention to Gerry where I was. So Ariane begins to call the 43 hospitals in Vienna. No result. Tad Schinke remembers my friend Sabine owns a gasthaus in Limbach and passes the information on to Ariane. I can imagine the phone call asking for a girl by her first name, no last name that owns a gasthaus, again no name of the gasthaus. But alas, luck is on their side and Sabine is able to provide the inforamation needed to find me. The reason Gerry couldn't call me is when I went into surgery they locked my phone away.
When I woke up I had 230 text messages and tons of phone calls from around the world. That is when I knew I would be healed completely. I never realized how strong our support group really is and I am very happy and proud to be part of such an amazing group of people that is family to me.
Two days after the surgery the doctor opened my compress and was super happy with how everything looked. I am on the road to recovery. I plan to kick ass at leadership with this foot.
I think it will be even stronger.
Virginio, my angel, still keeps in touch with me. So does one of the male nurses from the Spanish hospital. He gifted me with a bunch of flowers when I left. Not to forget to mention that one of the friends of my fellow patient in the Spanish hospital visited me daily while I was in Intensive Care and even brought me a farewell gift.
I will keep you posted on the lessons, laughter and love I have learned so far.
I hiked for nine days for a total of 380 kilometers. On day nine I began to have fever and instead of sleeping in one of the pilgrimage stops (fleas, bunkbeds, cold, dirty, sometimes no warm water) I decided to stay at a hotel to give my body a rest and to recover and continue my hike.
Since I still had fever another day and night I decided to stay an additional night which I should have not done because something bit me that night. When I woke up in the morning I had three tiny bites on my foot and a rash. But you know, who would think something of that.
Since I lost a full day I had to catch up by bus in order to finish my hike on time. When I arrived in the next village my foot was hurting and the sent me to a medical facility. This lady said it was an allergic reaction to the bite, gave me an injection and some creme and sent me on my way. For the first time in three days I had some really good sleep. When I woke up the next morning I felt rested and healthy, my foot was still swollen but no red rash or sign of infection so I decided to hike another 20 kilometers.
So I started hiking fresh in the morning, enjoyed the scenery getting more excited, just a happy little camper. Ten kilometers I decided to have breakfast since I hadn't eaten anything. While I was putting medication on my foot after breakfast an angel name Virginio showed up. Virginio is a good looking Italian guy assisting people in doing the pilgrimage in an easy way. He looked at me, looked at my foot and he said, "Girl I will take you to the next village, you are not walking anymore." Me being me said not thanks I can hike whilst taking a pain killer. But a true pilgrimage must be hiked the entire way...no driving. I already felt less than since I had already used a bus.
I hiked another five kilometers when the angel shows up another time. He says, "but now I take your backpack to make it easier for you." Of course I say no thanks, I can do it my own. Remember it weighs twenty pounds.
Two kilometers I stop to take another pain killer because now it is really painful. I am almost fainting. I finally arrived in the destination village for the day. I had to walk up 45 steps to get to the village. At the end of the steps I almost fainted and I made my move to stay focused and not faint and walked up to the pilgrimage hostel only to ask for the next doctor. I knew something was wrong.
I was driven to the med station and I got rid of my boot and sock only to be in total shock because now my foot shows big blisters on the toes and foot and a variety of colors, blue, yellow, red, etc. I was totally shocked and so was the doctor. She gave me another injection and said it is because you hiked with a rash and irritated it. She said I should keep the foot cool and elevated and everything will be better.
Back in the hostel my angel showed up again. I showed him my foot and he choked and said, "I told you". We had dinner together, wine together, he played the guitar and sang songs for me. It was a very nice evening. During dinner we decided since I cannot walk for the remaining four days he would just add me to his tourist drive. We would hang out, see the sites and talk about life. Being a trainer I had already asked him what his mission was and since he doesn't know we decided it was going part of our road trip. So I was looking forward to four fun days.
Little did I know the night would be so horrible. I had cold sweats, shivers, heat rushes, you name it. When it was finally morning and the lady also on the pilgrimage woke up she said we must get you to the hospital you look horrible. She packed my bag, woke up my angel and he drove me to the medics again. They immediately called the ambulance and within an hour I was in the hospital and another long day began.
Tests were started and I waited again. I laid in the hospital hallway because there were no rooms. I was sweating, feverish and was given no medication nor water. I was without water for six hours. Finally after six hours they moved me to a room and of course on the way to the room one of the nurses concidentally touches my foot which made me scream out loud, Jesus Christ in English, which silenced the hospital. Everyone was looking at me. So finally I am sharing a room with another Spanish lady (thank God I speak Spanish). She had within two hours twenty visitors. They all looked at me and my foot; no one touched it. Her visitors were very helpful, they brought me water, food and some diet coke.
Another two hours later (now 7 p.m.) the doctor shows up because I am with high fever again. He looks at me, looks at my foot and says okay you need to go into surgery now. From there on I don't remember much for the next 16 hours. When I woke up again the next day I saw my right foot cut open. I see raw flesh and bones. I was in Intensive Care. For the next three days I received cleaning and treatments. Thank God they put me on morphine and pencillin. I had many dreams on morphine. I still have no clue how serious it is. I think I can fly home tomorrow. On Day 3 I finally realize the infection continues and so do the doctors. The doctor being a surgeon wore as a piece of jewelry a razor blade. I was thinking what jerk, but the jerk saved my life.
On Friday I realized it was not going to be better and contacted a friend in Austria to check my credit card to see if travel insurance is included to get me a flight home. She called back immediately with a contact number for the flight ambulance. I called them, described my case with no clue of what I had and now the nightmare starts.
Spanish people don't speak English; Austrians don't speak Spanish. So the Spanish doctors refused to talk to the air ambulance because they didn't speak Spanish. A doctor arrives at my bedside to ask me what to write in the report for the air ambulance. She asks me??? Come on. I told her to talk to my surgeon; talk to my doctor and write everything down and send it to them. The next morning she finally finished the report, tried to fax it just to learn that there is no international line in the hospital. So I asked them if they could scan it in and email it. Four hours later, nothing. So I called the air ambulance and told them of the challenge. They said they knew and said they would find an alternative way. Another hour later the surgeon shows up at my bed, touches my wound, OUCH! but still on morphine and says you have to have surgery today. I say no way, he says yes you must. I call the air ambulance again and tell them of the surgery. They said we have good news we are going to get you out today.
At 11:30 p.m. an Austrian doctor and nurse show up at my bedside. I was never happier to see Austrians and I started crying tears of joy. So they took me out of the hospital and drove me for an hour in a Spanish ambulance. The ambulance driver, Juan, was another angel. There was another challenge. The airport closes 30 minutes after midnight. So if we don't make it we will not be able to fly out. So Juan was a race car driver and we made it just ten minutes before the closure of the airport. Two really good looking pilots picked me up from the ambulance and put me in the private jet and flew back to Vienna arriving at 4 a.m. just to learn the hospital I am was to be admitted to did not have a bed for me so I was taken to another hospital which did not specialize in my situation.
But still they did another surgery on Sunday night because it was critical. On Monday I was transferred to the largest hospital in Austria. I arrived at 10 a.m. finally at 7 p.m. the plastic surgeon shows up. We were still joking and I asked for full service while he was working on me (liposuction, facelift). He was up for some jokes. But suddenly, he stopped joking and he looked at me very serious and he says okay, here is the deal. You must undergo another surgery immediately or you will lose your foot. There are people dieing of this disease within one and a half days. My surgery was scheduled for 1:30 a.m. but already two hours later they picked me up because they could not wait any longer.
On that day in the afternoon I texted Gerry McKinney to ask him to pray for me. Later that day when I found out how serious the situation was I texted him again and while I was in surgery I believe he informed the entire world and had everyone praying for me. The surgery was complete at midnight and the doctor told me that he was very pleased that it was not as traumatic as he thought and said the foot would be saved probably. He never says 100% on anything.
The next morning at 6 a.m. my phone rang and Ariane was on the phone. I now learn the entire United States and Ireland are searching for me. I failed to mention to Gerry where I was. So Ariane begins to call the 43 hospitals in Vienna. No result. Tad Schinke remembers my friend Sabine owns a gasthaus in Limbach and passes the information on to Ariane. I can imagine the phone call asking for a girl by her first name, no last name that owns a gasthaus, again no name of the gasthaus. But alas, luck is on their side and Sabine is able to provide the inforamation needed to find me. The reason Gerry couldn't call me is when I went into surgery they locked my phone away.
When I woke up I had 230 text messages and tons of phone calls from around the world. That is when I knew I would be healed completely. I never realized how strong our support group really is and I am very happy and proud to be part of such an amazing group of people that is family to me.
Two days after the surgery the doctor opened my compress and was super happy with how everything looked. I am on the road to recovery. I plan to kick ass at leadership with this foot.
I think it will be even stronger.
Virginio, my angel, still keeps in touch with me. So does one of the male nurses from the Spanish hospital. He gifted me with a bunch of flowers when I left. Not to forget to mention that one of the friends of my fellow patient in the Spanish hospital visited me daily while I was in Intensive Care and even brought me a farewell gift.
I will keep you posted on the lessons, laughter and love I have learned so far.
Thank you
My cherished friends, brothers, sisters and mentors from all over the world!
Even starting to write that brings tears into my eyes!
You have no idea how grateful I am for this wonderful worldwide family we all have. It was and still is so overwhelming reading all your beautiful emails, voicemails, comments, text messages and faxes.
Not to speak about the many many flower arrangements I received from all over the world!
The hospital staff thinks I am a superstar and they are very fascinated by the blog (austria is way back .... they have never seen a blog - lets hope they have seen my illness before, because if they need to google it .......:-( bad luck doris)!
After all, this experience has been and still is a very rewarding one and a big big learning experience. Asking for help has never been my biggest strength -but I guess after that, it will be! And I will allow others to do the same for me as I do for them (puhh what a concept). Because it really feels great to support and help others, so why not give others the same opportunity!
I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the love you sent (and keep sending), for the many many blessings (thank god for the onenessmovement) and for the tremendous amount of prayers from around the globe! It is and was like a miracle that I will keep my foot(and my life). And I am totally convinced that the power of combined prayers and intentions helped to get from superserious to super optimistic and positive (even dr non positiv is positiv now)!
All my love to you my friends - you are very closed to my heart!
May God bless you!
Doris xxxxxxxxxx
Even starting to write that brings tears into my eyes!
You have no idea how grateful I am for this wonderful worldwide family we all have. It was and still is so overwhelming reading all your beautiful emails, voicemails, comments, text messages and faxes.
Not to speak about the many many flower arrangements I received from all over the world!
The hospital staff thinks I am a superstar and they are very fascinated by the blog (austria is way back .... they have never seen a blog - lets hope they have seen my illness before, because if they need to google it .......:-( bad luck doris)!
After all, this experience has been and still is a very rewarding one and a big big learning experience. Asking for help has never been my biggest strength -but I guess after that, it will be! And I will allow others to do the same for me as I do for them (puhh what a concept). Because it really feels great to support and help others, so why not give others the same opportunity!
I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the love you sent (and keep sending), for the many many blessings (thank god for the onenessmovement) and for the tremendous amount of prayers from around the globe! It is and was like a miracle that I will keep my foot(and my life). And I am totally convinced that the power of combined prayers and intentions helped to get from superserious to super optimistic and positive (even dr non positiv is positiv now)!
All my love to you my friends - you are very closed to my heart!
May God bless you!
Doris xxxxxxxxxx
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