Monthly Archives: December 2011

2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 7,900 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people. Click here to…

At year’s end, some thoughts on PTSD and infant surgery

While driving on the highway to my chiropractor, I had a glimpse of what life would be like without PTSD. I was behind a cement mixer, traveling along at a nice clip–60 mph. I accepted the fact that traffic was a bit heavy, and I would just go with the flow. Then I noticed the time…

Thank you, Surviving Infant Surgery blog (SIS)

I am extremely grateful to Fred Vanderbom, blogger at http://survivinginfantsurgery.wordpress.com. He continues to offer top notch information to those of us whose lives have been impacted by infant surgery. By researching medical articles on this topic in the US, Europe, Canada and around the world and interpreting this material for the lay person, he offers…

Many have PTSD but don’t know it

When we think of PTSD, we often associate it with combat vets returning from war. But I have come to realize that PTSD stems from a wide range of circumstances, conditions, and life experiences. PTSD is what I have from an infant surgery, possibly without anesthesia. PTSD is what people may have when they’ve been…

Two Pillows: A PTSD Story

It’s time I got rid of two pillows in my life. At first I thought I had to learn to live with them. But no, I simply must say good-bye. In my studio, there’s a pillow with a joyful, multi-colored fabric covering, which splits open at the back so the pillow can be easily removed and…

Do you have PTSD?

Many people have PTSD but don’t know it. I was talking recently to an old friend that I hadn’t seen for over thirty years and describing some of the symptoms of PTSD–the hypervigilance, recurring nightmares, panic attacks, heart racing, the hyperactive amygdala–when she broke in, exclaiming, “That sounds like me!”   I can’t tell you…