Come to Our Book Signing!

Last week, M. and I met with Cindy Tumiel from the San Antonio Express News to discuss the book. We had a wonderful time speaking with her and she wrote a beautiful article in last Sunday's newspaper. It gave great perspective on the emotions Meredith and I experienced during deployment and also provided some publicity and awareness for Fisher House. Shortly after the article was published, we were surprised to be contacted by people both local and distant.

Sunday night, a man called our house, and told me that he wanted to talk to me after having read the piece. He fought in the Pacific in World War II and his leg was severely injured. Once back in the ship's hospital, a Navy orthopedic surgeon looked him over and cautioned him that he might not be able to keep his leg. He told the surgeon not to cut it off, that he was prepared for the risks of gangrene and the trials of a long rehabilitation. It could have been one of many conversations I had in Iraq. The surgeon operated on him, cleaned his wounded leg, and got him back to a military hospital in California. This man told me that to this day he wishes he was able to thank his surgeon, and after reading the article he was going to see if the Navy could tell him if the surgeon who treated him sixty-odd years ago was still alive. This man then went on to tell me that he thought that the troops today were facing a tougher war and worse injuries then he and his peers had faced in WWII. In WWII, 62 million were killed, 407,300 of them U.S. troops. And he says he had it easier. The troops will never cease to amaze me with their bravery and optimism in spite of any hardship. We may have only lost 3017 troops in this war and have had 22,834 wounded, but every one of them is treasure beyond measurable value and each misfortune a crushing loss to a family. Before I had a chance to thank this veteran for calling me and to tell him how my family and I appreciated his sacrifice and service, he abruptly said "That is all." and hung up. I don't want to lose even one more of these heroes.

I will sheepishly admit to the guilty pleasure of Googling myself for no other purpose than vanity. I come across numerous mentions and sites of the prolific filmmaker Christopher Coppola. In an odd twist, Mr. Coppola came across Ms. Tumiel's article about the book, and listed it in his blog. In an even more astounding twist, filmmaker Jim Wharton read about the book on Coppola's blog and contacted Meredith and me to talk about all the amazing individuals and experiences I encountered in Balad. He is an amazing guy and you can see his most recent short film "A Debt of 'Atitude", in which he also turns in a sharp acting performance.

Lastly, Ms. Dinah Price, of The Twig book shop in San Antonio called us to give us the chance to have an author signing in her shop. We immediately jumped at the opportunity, and she is going to host us on 10 FEB at 1400 at The Twig, which is at 5005 Broadway near the Witte Museum in the Terrell Hills/Alamo Heights area. Ben and I had lots of fun talking with her: she fenced for her school in Santa Barbara and also knew all of Ben's favorite books.

So if you are in town on 10 FEB, we invite you to join us at The Twig!

Peace and Swedish Fish,

Chris

Even and Odd

My son taught me how I could tell the difference between even and odd yesterday. He said that all I had to do was to count out little pirates and then combine them into pairs. If someone was left over, that meant the number was odd, but if everyone was in a pair, it was even. Why couldn't I have learned even and odd that way!?

I find that working in a modern hospital, there are medical challenges, and administrative challenges. I completely prefer the medical ones! I am far happier fighting through a long and difficult operation than I am spending the morning in meetings, like I did today. We have an opportunity to make our hospital better for children. At these meetings, I am surrounded by brilliant doctors from every imaginable specialty of care for children, and it is amazing that with all that brainpower, we still struggle to make progress. That's the kind of stuff they didn't teach me about in medical school.

So, as I was leaving a two hour meeting, I ran into the parent of one of my patients who was trying to get a test scheduled for her child. I took her straight to my friend on the inside, and helped her take care of it without waiting on hold or talking to a machine. It was the most usefull thing I got done all day!

B and I both have a fencing tournement coming up! Well, he's young, so it is no big deal. But my old joints have a hard enough time getting through a workout! I'll probably fall apart, but I'll let you know how it goes. Sometimes in practice I feel like Kramer in the Seinfeld episode when he was taking a karate class with a class of children over whom he towered. However, those youngsters are much faster than me so I think it evens it out!

Take care, be mellow, and love life!

C

Giving Thanks

Hi, friends! Thanks for stopping by. We are spending an awesome Thanksgiving weekend home, together, with the exception of birthday parties, fencing classes, and a couple of operations yesterday. I am thankful that we are together, and my heart goes out to the families, including those of surgeons in my own department, who are not together this weekend. I am also thankful for a good result in an operation I did yesterday. My friends in the nursery called me in to help, and due to their vigilance and early call for a surgeon, I was able to help a little one out before their troubles had gotten too bad. I felt for the parents, spending Thanksgiving with a loved one in the hospital, and I admired their strength and hopefulness. I hope for a speedy return of deployed friends so that they are once again safe in hearth and home.


A lot has happened since I have last posted. The US elections were a long-due indication that our countrymen and women have finally come to their senses about this war. I hope that this change in government heralds a speedy return of our troops to their families. I was emailing with an Iraqi friend after elections. He has had to move his family several times this year for safety. Please keep them and many others like them in your thoughts. He asked me what I thought the elections might mean for Iraq, and I told him I hoped that a rapid removal of the irritant of the primarily US forces in Iraq would reduce the justification that insurgents are using to recruit and kill their own people. He hoped there would be some improvement since it seemed to get more dangerous every day. I hope I can see him and meet his son someday. We shall see; I continue to pray for peace, and I am uncertain of how I can help in any small way to bring it about.

We have been fortunate to have been able to publish an academic account of the children we cared for in Iraq. You can read the abstract and an article about it.

Also, the group I worked with published important information about how to better treat battle injured troops.

And I was able to work with a surgery resident to add to the medical literature an account of a rare condition known as Frasier’s Syndrome, to hopefully help other children in the future.

We miss New England down here in San Antone. We had a good chance to get a taste of Nor’Eastern life when we went ice skating. It’s tough deciding what to where when it is 80deg outside the rink!

We also had a fun visit from my brother and father. It wasn’t quite Thanksgiving yet, but we deep fried a turkey and M made all the traditional fixin’s . It was great to have family close.

Hope you all stay safe and love life!

Until next time,

Chris