From the 8th

I forgot to post from my visit on Sunday the 8th, which was after Suzie hurt her shoulder, but before the sling or the change of beds.  She was in a good deal of pain because of her shoulder, but that didn't stop her from wanting to do a number of activities.  Both her mom and dad were there when I arrived and, as always, they seemed happy to see a Suzie visitor.  They both vacated the room and Suzie and I agreed to turn the tv off and we got to work.  I'm always amazed at how quickly the time flies once we get working.  We played several games of "concentration" with the paired cards and she was relentless.  With each card we would talk about the image - if it was a train we'd talk about the sound a train made, about train tracks, about subways, etc.  My hope is always to find things that hook the words and the concepts together in her head, and I feel like the more details - sights, sounds, pictures - she gets the better the chance of that connection happening for her.  

We also did a little painting and tried to listen to music while we worked but found it too distracting (me probably more than she).  

Thanks for all the recent updates about her shoulder and her move.  I love the idea of taking a laptop out there.  Will, is there internet access or were all of these pictures on your harddrive? 

kevin

A WEEKEND DOUBLE-HEADER IN QUEENS

It was a busy weekend out in Queens.

On Friday I flew back to JFK from a week-long work trip to London, which had prevented me from visiting Suzie last weekend. I've been trying to get out to Rego Park once a week, so I felt bad that I had to to miss a visit. As my cab drove by Park Terrace on the L.I.E, I vowed to make up for my lost weekend.

On Saturday I found Suzie in her room, looking fresh from a shower or bath. Her hair was damp, she was wearing an over-sized Moosehead Beer t-shirt. She had great color in her cheeks, the best I've seen yet. You might even call it a healthy glow.

As Betty reported, Suzie had her right arm in a sling, and she appears to have been moved to the bed closer to the door since her injury was discovered. What is unclear, however, is what she actually did to her arm, when she did it or how she did it.

Nobody seemed to know for sure, except maybe Suzie. And she's not telling.

Like Betty, I heard the words "break" and "fracture" from one or more of the nurses, but a nurse named Michelle told me that it was a sprain. I hope it is just a sprain, because allowing a break to heal with the arm in a sling (not a cast) is far from an optimal healing method.

When I arrived, Suzie was sitting near the door with her mom and her aunt. Every other time I have visited recently, Suzie has been with her father. It was good to see Mrs. Moon again, particularly since she is better able to communicate in English than Suzie's dad.

Mrs. Moon told me about Suzie's arm, and she said that the Korean doctor who had been visiting Suzie was no longer coming, due to her injury. She also said that Suzie had been taken to NYU Hospital in an ambulance for x-rays. As she told me this, she fed Suzie with chopsticks, pulling what looked like green kimchi out of a deli container.

"Suzie doesn't like Korean food so much anymore," Mrs. Moon said, sadly.

After that, Suzie's mom and aunt left us alone. Her new roommate (a middle-aged Hispanic lady) also vacated the room, which I thought was very considerate of her.

"What happened to your arm, Suzie?" I asked.

"I don't know," Suzie said. "Surgery."

"Did you have surgery?" I asked. "Or did you have x-rays at NYU?"

"Surgery," she repeated.

I don't think this is correct, but it's interesting to hear her use that word, perhaps, as a catch-all for medical treatment. It led me to believe that she was, to some degree, associating this medical procedure with the ones she had experienced last year.

"Do you remember when you had surgery last year?" I asked. "After your aneurysm ruptured?"

Suzie was distracted by the TV, so I asked her if we could shut it off. She said no, so I instead turned down the volume.

"Do you remember, being in dance class?" I asked. "You had an aneurysm in your brain and it ruptured. The blood vessel burst. Then they took you to the hospital. Some people thought you were going to die, but you didn't die. We're very happy about that. Are you, Suzie? Are you happy you didn't die?"

"Oh yes," Suzie said. "Absolutely."

"Good, I said. "But you don't remember what happened?"

"No," she said.

I told Suzie again about the brain aneurysm I had, which was treated back in 1997 before it caused any lasting damage. Although my situation was nowhere near what Suzie is enduring now, I did experience some issues with speech, memory and comprehension.

"I had some of the same problems that you are having now," I said. "I could understand what something was when I looked at it, but I couldn't think of the word, of what it was called. Does that happen to you?"

"All the time," she said.

"So it's all up here," I said, touching her head. "But now we have to get it to come out of your mouth."

"Absolutely," she said.

I know there are some people who may think I shouldn't talk in detail to Suzie about what happened to her. But I don't agree. I'm trying to put myself in her position to whatever degree is possible and, if what happened to her had happened to me, I would like to know why. I'd like to know how I got brain damaged, partially paralyzed and stuck in a long-term care facility out in the ass end of Queens. And, most importantly, I'd like to know how I could get out of there some day.

"I know being here sucks," I said. "Do you want to be here for the rest of your life?"

"No," she said, her eyes widening.

"You wanna get the fuck out?" I asked.

"Get the fuck out," she agreed.

"Good, then let's turn off the TV and get to work."

"Absolutely," she said.

The first assignment was for her to stop using the word "absolutely." I suggested "definitely" or "I'm in complete agreement" or "I agree 100 percent!"

"100 percent!" she repeated.

Then, since we were talking about numbers, I pulled some bills out of my wallet.

"This is money," I said. "Where do you keep your money? A wallet or a purse? Wallet or purse?"

"Purse," she said.

"Very good, which of these is a $5 and which is $1?" I asked.

We kept this up, rapid fire. I switched the five dollar bill with the one, and sometimes replaced the five with another single. Every time she got it right I gave her a high five. When she got it wrong I gave her a thumbs down. Whatever we did, I said the words, again and again, over and over. At then end of this exercise, she let out a deep sigh.

"Tiring, huh?"

"Absolutely," she answered.

"You can't say absolutely anymore," I reminded her. "What can you say instead?"

"100 percent," she replied.

Then I pulled out my computer. I asked her what it was.

"Cell phone," she said.

"That's close," I replied, pulling my iPhone from my pocket."This is my cell phone. And this is my computer."

I then repeated all the words I could think of relating to computer: laptop, Apple, Macintosh, Mac, keyboard, email, Internet, Facebook, screen. Then I pulled up the pictures we had used in earlier sessions: Barack Obama, Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton, Hilary Swank, the Beatles, Madonna and Darth Vader.

We went through each picture. She got Obama right with no prompting, but the others required some help. When we got to Madonna, I started singing. Badly. "Feels like I'm going to lose my mind. You just keep on pushing my love over the..."

"Borderline," Suzie sang in a sweet voice, finishing the chorus.

Then I played her an MP3 of the Facts of Life theme and she was able to sing some of the lyrics to that as well. She did the same thing with a few Beatles songs, singing "Yeah yeah yeah" to She Loves You. Suzie remembers these things, and they make her smile. And it's good to see her smile.

At that point Mrs Moon walked in with Suzie's dinner, followed by Janine and Mia. Suzie ate like I have never seen her eat. I guess all that work made her hungry.

And there was more work to be done -- and fun to be had -- when I went back again on Sunday.

Suzie recognizes this picture every time.

Team Suzie Video

Hi All,

Just wanted to let you know we finally showed Suzie the benefit video and she LOVED IT! It was great to watch her view it. She laughed and AWWWWW'd alot. She seemed to pretty much know who everyone was. Our visit (frosty was with me) was very short and sweet. We basicallly just fed her dinner and watched the video.

Suzie was moved closer to the door so the nurses could keep an eye on her. As much as it stinks that she hurt her arm, it was great to know she feels the pain. This means she actually does indeed have feeling in that arm.. (which doctors before her fracture were unsure of)

Get out there and visit if you can! She needs the visits. The more visits she gets the happier she is and the stronger she becomes...

xoxox janine

Suzie - Fractured in right shoulder and new roommate

I saw Suzie this weekend (3/21) and have a few things to report.

Suzie has a fracture in her right shoulder. I asked the nurses how she got it but they don't seem to know. Suzie is on pain medication to help her out with the fracture but please do not move her right arm.

The other thing is that Suzie is still in room 211 but for whatever reason, they moved her to the bed closer to the door. She also has a new roommate now. When I walked in, there was so much action going on in the room. Her roommate had her TV blasting very loud and had many visitors in her side of the room. Suzie had her TV on the same channel that her roommate was watching. I guess if you can't fight them, join them but unfortunately, the channel they were watching was a spanish channel that I don't think Suzie was able to understand. I turned off Suzie's TV and tried to talk to her but Suzie was very distracted by what was going on in the other side of the room. Eventually, I moved her out of her room to the dining room for some quiet instead.

Suzie's mom said that it doesn't look like Suzie will be going home on weekends soon. The doctors are going to reassess the situation in June.

Suzie is still being her sweet self. She did a great job with the photo flash cards. She was able to name quite a few items and worked very hard to remember the items she didn't know.

SUZIE'S HISTORY LESSON

On Saturday morning I flew in to JFK on a red eye from Heathrow and grabbed a cab to the city. A few minutes later my car passed right by Suzie's building.

I think we were on the Grand Central, but don't quote me on that. I don't really drive, so every highway looks the same to me. I noticed the Park Terrace sign from the distance and, as we passed by, I was close enough to see into the courtyard.

I looked for Suzie, hoping that she was outside enjoying the warm, early Spring weather. When I didn't see her I thought about asking my driver to pull off the parkway so I could make an impromptu visit, but I decided against it because I was tired.

I felt guilty for the rest of the ride home. Of course. In retrospect, telling Suzie about my trip, and showing her pictures, seemed like it might be a good teaching opportunity. So I put down my bags, took a nap and headed back out to Queens on the R train.

"Guess where I was today," I said to Suzie as I sat down next to her. "London."

Her eyes widened. She seemed to grasp that concept that London was far away. Then I pulled out my laptop and pulled up a Google map of England.

"Right there," I said, pointing to London. "That's where I was. Then I got on a plane and flew back to the United States, to the airport right near here. I looked for you when we drove past."

I then switched to a world map and traced the course of my plane ride with my finger.

"Far," she said.

Suzie seemed really engaged by the computer, almost like it was a window to the outside world. I asked her if she wanted to do a picture quiz. She said yes, so I pulled up a picture of the president and showed it her. She smiled knowingly.

"Who's this?" I asked.

She looked at the picture with clear recognition, but struggled to tell me what she was thinking.

"The captain?" she asked.

"Close," I said. "He's like the captain. He's the president. His name is President Barack..."

"Obama," she said. Then I went back to the US map.

"Very good. And he's the president of the United States of America. That's where we live. And that's where I flew to today."

When I arrived at Park Terrace Suzie had been watching a rebroadcast of American Idol. She was distracted by it while we talked so I decided to ask her about it.

"What's this show called?"

Suzie shook her head.

"It's called American..." I said, waiting for her to finish.

"Singer?" she said.

"Close. It's called American Idol. Do you know who the host is?

I pulled up a picture of Ryan Seacrest and showed it to her. She seemed to have no idea who he was, which is probably for the best.

"Okay how about more presidents?" I asked, pulling up a picture of Bill Clinton. "Let's see if you know who this is."

Again, she registered recognition. She said a few things that didn't make any sense, but she was clearly trying to express something.

"You're thinking it in your head, but having trouble saying it," I suggested.

"Yes," she said with a big sigh. She seemed to be happy that she was able to communicate that fact to me.

"Okay I'll give you a hint," I said. "His first name is Bill. President Bill...."

"Clint," she said. "Clinto..."

"Close enough!" I said. "President Bill Clinton. And his wife is Hilary..."

"Swank?" she said.

I laughed. "Well, he might prefer to be married to Hilary Swank, but unfortunately he's married to Hilary Clinton."

I showed her a picture of Hilary Swank from Boys Don't Cry. Again, she seemed to recognize it. Then I brought up a picture of Bill and Hilary.


"This is a picture of Bill and Hilary Clinton," I said. "Did you know he cheated on her with the intern?"

"Oh no," Suzie said, her eyes wider than I have ever seen them. "Oh no!"

She seemed genuinely disturbed by the fact that the former president had cheated on his wife. And shocked. Interesting that she seems to have an understanding of who these people are, but not necessarily what happened to them. So I talked about it for a while and then I decided to show her one more picture.

"Who's this?" I asked, "I'll give you a hint. He was president too, but a long time ago. His name was President Abraham..."

"Lincoln," she said definitively.

At this point one of the nurses came in, a young woman I had never seen before. She told me her name was Cara.

"We're doing a history lesson," I said. "So how is Suzie doing. How's her mood been?"

"It's much better than it was this morning," Cara said. "She wouldn't get out of bed this morning, right Suzie?"

Apparently, the Korean doctor that Suzie's parents have hired came by in the morning, but Suzie wanted no part of him. Her dad told me that he had to send the doctor away and ask him to come back the next day.

"Over all, how is her mood?" I asked.

"Better," Cara said. "It's way better now than when she first came here."

"Well we're trying to get more people to come out and visit," I said. "But it's hard because this place to is so far from the city."

"That really helps," Cara said. "You can really see the difference in her after a visit."

Following up on this, I pulled up Facebook on my laptop and started showing Suzie pictures of our friends from work: Janine Panico; Ciro Caso; Kay Hayward; Pauline Leung, Kevin Corstange and others.

"And here's one who lives in Los Angeles now," I said, showing her a picture of a former co-worker. "His name is Doug..."

"Loftus," Suzie continued. Last week I had mentioned Doug to Suzie and shown her a card that he sent. I wondered if she remembered that.

Suzie's dad came back in the room, and mentioned that Suzie's friend Betty had been by for a visit. I asked Mr. Moon about what had happened that morning.

"Suzie kept saying space, space, space," Mr. Moon said. "Do you know what that means?"

I told him I didn't know for sure, suggesting that maybe she was trying to say that she needed space, or felt cooped up, or wanted to go outside. Mr. Moon told me that Betty had taken Suzie out to the courtyard before I came.

"Suzie, do you want to show your dad what we worked on today?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I went through our quiz again, and she remembered most of what we worked on. Mr. Moon was very impressed. He thanked me and gave Suzie a hug. Then the nurse brought in Suzie's dinner and I said my goodbyes.

Another Great Visit!

I went to go see Suzie on Sunday. When i walked in i was very happy to see that Suzie does indeed have a lot more space then her other room. She was chewing her gum and smiling. We chatted for a bit and talked about how she liked her new short hair.. She said she wants to keep it like that. We then pulled out the MJM book and went through the pictures. This time i decided to go another route. I Pulled out two pictures at a time and ask her between the two pictures to point to the persons name i had given her. Well that WORKED! She knew every single person in every single picture. So basically she knows who you are but can't say your name.. Now one may say this was just luck but i went though the entire book twice and there are alot of pictures in there.. We then moved onto the Picture Flash cards. Same thing she knew every single card. We then did some exercises with dad.. stretching and stuff.

I then realized Suzie's feet were very swollen so i called in a nurse and she explained that because suzie is not on her feet alot that her feet are swelling.. SOOOOO when you go to see Suzie we need to elevate her feet on our laps or a chair so that the swelling goes down...

Another great piece of news. Mr.Moon hired someone to come work on Suzies right arm. Well on sunday she moved her fingers.. This is a very good sign. so when visiting take her arm out of the sling and let her try and move her fingers.. it took me a bit to get her to do it. its a very slight move at this point but whomever Mr.Moon hired is doing a great job..

Thats all for now.. yet another great day with MS. Suzie Moon..

EMPANADAS AND FINE ART IN REGO PARK

Saturday was a lovely Spring-like day here in New York -- a perfect day for a jaunt out to Rego Park.

A heads-up about Saturday/Sunday travel out to Queens: the subway lines are almost always altered for weekend construction work. (But you already knew that.) Yesterday both the E and the R were affected. My advice is to check on-line for subway disruptions before you head out.

In my case I got on the E train, which was running on the F track in some sort of Super Express configuration. It shortened my trip by about 15 minutes, which was a nice surprise.

When I got off the Q23 bus I made a quick stop at an empanada shop on the corner of Van Doren Street. The place is tiny, but there were tons of people packed in, all speaking Spanish and enjoying lunch. The empanadas are really good and super cheap, so, if you needed any more incentive to make the trip out to Queens, now you have it.

When I got to Suzie's room she was watching TV, as usual, with her father.

"Hey Suzie how are you doing?" I asked.

"Well," she said, definitively.

Suzie's dad pulled out an envelope with a card in it.

"Did you send this?" he asked.

"No," I said, opening up the card. "Suzie this is from Doug Loftus, one of our co-workers from MJM."

"Oh," she said. "Doug Loftus."

I don't know if she remembers Doug, of course, or if she was just repeating what I had said. Suzie and I had worked together with Doug on a pharmaceutical meeting every spring for the last 3 or 4 years, but I've been trying to avoid talking about the past with her. I'm not sure what it achieves. She looked at the card and smiled.

"You want to work on some pictures?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Suzie answered.

The fabulous Miss Kay Hayward made the trek out to Park Terrace this week with another fine art sticker book in tow. The Matisee sticker book Kevin Corstange had brought a few weeks ago was a big hit with Suzie and successfully completing each picture gave her, I think, a good feeling of accomplishment.

The newest addition to the Suzie Moon Fine Art Sticker Book Library is an Alexander Calder book. It's filled with bright colors, odd patterns and geometric shapes and Suzie seemed really engaged by it. We moved over to the common room on her floor, commandeered a table and began working.

Our first project was a funky picture called Gouache. As with her Matisse book, this one provides a finished picture on the left page with a page featuring a partially raw "canvas" on the right. This particular "canvas" page featured a twisty snake at the bottom.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the snake.

Suzie looked at me blankly, so I began making an "ssssss" sound and sticking my tongue out at her.

"Ssssss........snake," I said.

"Snake," Suzie repeated.

"And what's your name?" I asked. Again, a blank look, so I began making a "suuuuu" sound.

"Suzie!" she said. "Suzie Moon."

Yes, she needed some prompting, but I was glad that she was able to say her name. Kay had reported after her visit that Suzie didn't respond to her name, which surprised me. I've heard her say it many times, and seen her respond to it just as often. There are so many reasons why Suzie may not respond at a given time: fatigue, medication, distraction. It's hard to get a benchmark with her. Her capabilities seem to vary wildly from visit to visit.

For example, when Suzie and I did a picture in the Matisse book, following her lengthy visit with Kevin, I was floored by her sharpness. Yesterday she took a bit of reminding, about how we were duplicating a picture, not placing stickers over the existing art. As time progressed, though, she seemed to re-get the hang of it.

That's the one consistent thing I've noticed, visit to visit. The longer I stay, interact with her, talk to her, prod her, whatever -- the sharper she gets. It's like warming up for a race. It takes a while to get loose but, once you're loose you're loose.

All the while we worked on the picture, I continued to drill her on the snake, her name, and mine. I also threw in a few repetitions of "shut the fuck up" and "awesome dude!" with high five's and thumbs up.

My goal was to get Suzie to multi-task as much as possible and to make sure that we got plenty of talking done during our little art class. By the time we finished our first picture she was able to answer me on cue: snake, Suzie and Will (or William, as she said more than once).

The right side started out with only the snake and the center swirl.

After Suzie and I signed our artwork, I asked her if she was tired and she told me yes. Then I asked if she wanted to go back to her room.

"Oh no," she replied.

"Do you want to do another picture?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, and began flipping through the book. Suzie was much quicker and sharper on our second picture, although her dexterity with stickers is still limited by by her ability only to use her left hand. Even so, she did a great job.

Calder's "Untitled" - the right side started w/ only the orange and yellow

I wrote the day and date under the picture. Before I added the year I asked Suzie what year it was.

"2006?" she said. I shook my head and pointed my thumb upward. "2007? 2008? 2009."

Interestingly, this happens every time I ask her the year. For some reason, she starts with 2006, and seems surprised when she realizes that it's actually 2009.

"Wow," she said.

"I know, 2009. It's crazy, right?" I replied.

"Crazy," she said.

I took her back to her room, said we showed her father the pictures.

"Suzie did this?" he asked, and she smiled a beautiful big smile. This was followed by high fives all around.

"Every time you come, after, Suzie is very tired," Mr. Moon said to me. "Very good. Very good. Thank you."

And then I headed out, fighting the urge to grab one more of those empanadas for the road.