Bobby Schindler Makes a Point

Bobby Schindler, Terri Schiavo's brother, has commented on a phenomenon I have also noticed: The propensity of the media to continually distinguish Terri's case from other examples when purportedly unconscious people awaken, or dehydrations are stopped because the patient is found to be much more aware--as in the Haleigh Poutre
and Ron Comeau cases. He writes about it in "Please Don't Confuse This Story with Terri Schiavo." Here are a few excerpts:
He gives several examples of this ubiquitous media approach, and writes:One can't help but wonder if perhaps the mainstream media is feeling a growing sense of uneasiness regarding Terri's death. In the two years since my sister died I have witnessed an increasing determination on their part to convince the public that she was "hopeless" and in a persistent vegetative state (PVS) regardless of any and all evidence to the contrary.
I believe this is happening because of the increasing number of questions now being raised as to the veracity of the PVS diagnosis, which was the litmus test used to kill Terri--a litmus test which is still being used to justify the killing of others who are said to be in this condition. Just last month researchers found that over 40% of the people diagnosed as being in a PVS are, in fact, misdiagnosed. This new study confirmed an already existing British study regarding the high rate of PVS misdiagnoses...There have also been a growing number of persons diagnosed as being in "vegetative" conditions, predicted by doctors to never to regain consciousness, who have unexplainably awakened.
One has to wonder why the media goes to such extravagant lengths to distance Terri's case from anything and everything that might connect her to a positive development or outcome. Perhaps it is because they realize just how culpable they are in her death. Rather than report the facts of her case, the media championed the cause of the so-called "right to die" movement. They wrote Terri off as "hopeless" from the beginning and never bothered to examine the reality of her situation. By trumpeting the decision of the judge who sentenced her to die, handling with kid gloves the "husband" who sought to kill her and giving a platform to euthanasia advocates, the media abdicated all responsibility to present the truth to the American public.
But what about Terri's famous autopsy that confirmed she was PVS? Uh, it didn't:
And let's not forget the autopsy which did NOT prove that Terri was PVS. The fact of matter is that the media--incredibly--continues to distort the autopsy with the public believing, all the while, that it confirmed Terri was in PVS. Dr. Thogmartin, who performed Terri's autopsy clearly stated, on at least three separate occasions, that he was unable to conclude whether Terri was in a PVS because it is a clinical diagnosis (person must be alive) and cannot be confirmed by autopsy. Even more significant was the statement of Dr. Thogmartin's colleague, neuropathologist Dr. Stephen Nelson, who said he could not rule out that Terri may even have been in a minimally conscious state (MCS) which is a higher level of consciousness than PVS.Of course, it didn't matter to the Schindlers whether their beloved Terri was conscious or unconscious. They simply wanted to love and care for her for the rest of her days. Too bad the media is so intent on convincing everyone that her family was wrong.
Labels: Media Bias. Terri Schiavo.


8 Comments:
I have noticed exactly that too; that people and the media try very hard to keep the Schiavo case in check and always say that Terri was worse that any situation that has come forward.
I have no doubt in my mind that Terri was probably MCS.
Pro-death death advocates try to use the autopsy as a mighty weapon to justify the death of Terri Schiavo.
I believe while the autopsy finding might have been accurate, the way the autopsy report was conveyed and written was definitely done in a way to give support to the court's and Michael's claims.
The autopsy clearly noted that Terri's anterior portion of her brain was mostly intact.
The autopsy points out several times that the highest degree of damage and the majority of the damage was concentrated in the posterior part of her brain; most noteably the Occipital lobes.
There was also damage to her mid-brain, but most of the anterior portion of her brain was undamaged;this is where cognitive thought recides.
While the EEGs, CT scans and Spect Scans pointed to PVS, these are not diagnositc; meaning there is really no definitive way to measure consciousness. This is still in the grey area and doctors are still trying to refine tests and devices to accurately measure consciouness. This is why the PVS diagnosis has such a high misdiagnosis rate.
Based on all the eye witness accounts, I believe Terri was most likely MCS.
Instead of having no consciouness, I believe Terri had altered state of consciounsness.
A reader writes: "Thank you for spotlighting what few are brave enough to even address.
Three years ago when my 19 year old son was severely injured by a drunk driver I was thrust into the ugly nightmare of medical ethics. My son went from a vibrant healthy young man with a brilliant future to nothing but an organ donor. Scary doctors drooling over his potential to save others.....problem was he wasn't dead. Boy were they mad when I insisted they save him. He lived. He's minimally conscious, he lives at home with a family who loves him. We take care of him, we always will...he's not dead, he's our precious boy. The medical world may never value him, but he is our treasure."
"I was thrust into the ugly nightmare of medical ethics. My son went from a vibrant healthy young man with a brilliant future to nothing but an organ donor. Scary doctors drooling over his potential to save others.....problem was he wasn't dead."
I have been carefully watching a new TNT show called Heartland about a transplant doctor and his estranged wife--who procures organs. I have already seen signs that it is propaganda designed to condition viewers into believing that the desire to save loved ones, who will live in less than perfect shape, is selfish.
Also, some of the lawyers who came to testify on our side during the futile care law fight told a story of a severly injured young man in a small town hospital. The organ procurement team descended on the family in a highly aggressive and rude manner. Then the hospital tried to use the futility protocols in what seemed to the family to be pressure to remove treatment for the purpose of organ donation. The family was steadfast and called in the attorneys--unfortunately, the boy died before the lawyers got to the hospital. (They didn't tell this story in testimony)
Yes, yes, yes, yes..
Jerri Lynn: I have been carefully watching a new TNT show called Heartland about a transplant doctor and his estranged wife--who procures organs. I have already seen signs that it is propaganda designed to condition viewers into believing that the desire to save loved ones, who will live in less than perfect shape, is selfish.
YES.. From the moment I saw the first commercial, the agenda behind "Heartland" screamed through loud and clear.. Tried to watch it twice now.. Cannot stomach it because it does come across as such blatant "propaganda".. Just hadn't had the cognizant wherewithal to blog it thusly myself (yet, wink)..
Bobby: Basically everything quoted as attributed to him.. :)
YES.. No amount of subsequent fancy wordplay will ever cover up, will ever remove from memory the multiply accompliced act of Terri's Life being taken in full view of the entire World.. Beyond conscionable comprehension from here is how anyone could have ever supported doing her in after viewing the video of her that was circulated, by the media no less, at that time..
I've noticed that too, and drew the same conclusion that Bobby Schindler draws.
This whole issue of mercy killing, medical ethics...it makes me utterly sick. Literally.
I have cerebral palsy with multiple complications, including clinical depression. I have had depression all my life, but wasn't diagnosed until I left home.
I know now that when I showed symptoms of depression at home, like lots of crying and isolation, I was yelled at for them. It turns out that half my family has depression too. One of them believes in "faking it till you make it."
I do not have that option. 3 years ago, I developed chronic pain. I have to take morphine just to sit up. I spent two years in Hell, losing weight and suicidal until they put me on specific anti-depressants that help control the pain. But I am not the same mentally or physically that I was three years ago.
I have been waiting for three years for a pain clinic, one pain clinic already washing it's hands of me because they cannot do physio on me, because of my medical complications.
I am STILL waiting for accessible housing with the proper care I now need.
I see my psychiatrist every 2 months, just long enough to ask "How are you" and to book the next appointment. This profession is not trained to deal with disability issues that aggravate depression and I have ISSUES: estranged family, botched surgery for which I still suffer and a long stint in a psychiatric institute which is still a rather "emotional" issue back home.
There is a documented link between pain and depression, and I am much more suicidal that I used to be...in fact, I am not the same in that department at all...the chronic pain has caused my depression to explode and I am relying on a friend I met thru e-mail to help hold me together.
His name is Doug and we met on a euthanasia discussion forum. Everyone else was pro-death...except him. I sat there for two weeks, lurking and getting progressively sicker and sicker by what the "other side" was saying. It was one fine morning when they all decided to "flame" him en masse that I finally had enough. I wrote to him, thanked him for what he was doing...and then charged in and let loose and told these people what I thought about what they were saying.
I later became a Catholic with Doug, my sponsor at my side. And shortly after that happy event, I developed chronic pain...and everything changed.
It took some doing to convince my friend that I hadn't turned my back on pro-lifing. I've finally done it, but the fact is, I do grapple with suicide just about every day, with only my Catholic friends to back me up. My depression is so severe that even my faithful doesn't think I can be fixed. I live in total isolation but because of the depression and thanks to the pain, it is now too much for me. I have been progressively getting worse since January. And the depression is just too strong...because of some of my issues, I am too scared to go to the hospital to be treated for depression. I'd have to be taken in by stretcher, even if conscious, because they can't take my chair. I would lay there all night, awake and terrified something terrible will happen. I am alone during this and unable to even get a glass of water. Then in the morning they would finally take me home and I would be awake for 12 hours afterwards, too terrified to sleep in my own bed because the paramedics have just been there.
The last time I was fortunate enough to be able to afford cab fare, I got scared, tried to leave and it took six security guards to stop me from leaving in my three hundred pound chair. I lasted on the psych ward for just a week and then I was sent home only because the elevator was broken when I was out on a weekend pass...had that not happened, I fear what would have transpired.
I do have moments when I have felt happier than I have in years...in choir and just now with Doug, but choir's off for the summer and Doug is in Toronto and I'm in Ottawa and the "monster" as I call him, is definitely back.
I hear about disabled people killing themselves far too often and the media and the people applaud it...they applaud it and say horrible things about disabled people...it breaks my heart and it makes me more depressed....much more...and no one knows what I have been trying to do out here. But if I ever lobbied for the right to die, ten thousand people would show up out of the woodwork to pay my legal bills and applaud my "choice", while saying all the while that disabled people should all be wiped off the earth. People who are now nowhere in sight, and especially when the government cut 220 dollars off my food allowance for political reasons...I still have to fight to eat...and I am mentally in no condition to mount an appeal...I am just too depressed and suicide is always on my mind....I don't like it but it's there....and there is a way out for me...a REAL WAY out. I know there is...but I need help...and for the most part it is not there.
And to this day, I avoid discussion forums on euthanasia because they tend to be rather one-sided....even reading a story in the paper makes me more depressed and I get these stories all the time, because Catholics are heavily involved in pro-life issues.
I've known since high school that I wanted to fight euthanasia with all my being...I know now it was what I was meant to do. I heard about this evil in class and was devastated. I'm smart and I understood the implications at once. Because of my depression, hidden at the time, I never said anything...and I recently learned that I was called the b***** of my high school from a supposed friend, who turned vicious when I refused to marry him...he was a fellow patient from the institute where I spent so long...and that past still haunts me.
I am probably speaking to the converted here...but next time someone with a disability asks for suicide...do a little digging, I beg you, they might not be themselves and there is usually more to the story, stuff which they find too painful to say.
God forbid, the next one could be me. There but for the grace of God go I and that is the truth. My battle is not over until my God calls me Home and I now pray every night for that.
I wanted to live once, part of me still does, but this depression is killing me.
I gotta go...I'm crying now...it's been awful since my friend went back home...and I used to live near Toronto...he's closer to my parents in distance than I am...and my depression and their anger and guilt distance me even more. Please don't call me a hero, I really do need help...I hope I get it someday. Depression can't be "snapped out of" and my God, I've tried so hard.
I'm sorry if I've upset anyone. It's a rather emotional issue for me...sometimes I'm rather torn up between my beliefs and my depression...it's quite painful...more than my handicap in some ways.
Wes, you stay in the fight. There are people who need you to stay in there and many are too overwhelmed to realize and would probably tell you to Bleep off and let them die...those are the people who need help the most. And they don't even see it.
I lived that hell now for three years and it's worse than my wheelchair, much worse.
I know one of the reasons why you joined and I'm sorry for your friend.
In the capital of Canada, there is a bookstore where copies of Final Exit are right next to books on mental illness...I've seen it. And yes, I've read Final Exit. You're right. That is a dangerous book for depressed people and it is a temptation too great to ignore. Too great for me...that's for sure and it would take little physical effort for me to take myself out...so easy and I've had to fight hard against that...I shouldn't have to.
Please pray for me and my fellow sufferers of depression and pain and sickness...so many want to get rid of us...and pain can make you see murder as mercy. I didn't understand. I was blind once but now I see.
God forgive me, I now see.
Please pray I get the help I need. But pray for "my brothers" too. They're in too much pain to defend themselves. I've been there and I'm still there.
We're all in this together. Thanks for coming by, Hamstergirl. Keep on posting.
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