This web site was created by many different people, and put together on an Apple Macintosh iMac, running Adobe PageMill, Adobe PhotoShop, and Microsoft Word. The official CD for this website is “Healing” by Todd Rundgren, Bearsville Records, 1983. “If you're bleeding, then everyone can see you're bleeding/They can call for the doctor and provide what his diagnosis says you're needing/ And he'll take away your pain/But if your heart, your heart has been broken, and you don't wear it on your sleeve/ No one can tell, your hell goes unspoken, but there's one thing you must believe: Time heals the wounds no one can see...”


I would never have survived this accident and its aftermath, and recovered some semblance of a life, without the help of dozens of people. I'm grateful for the help of the doctors at Newton-Wellesley Hospital, Brigham and Women's Hospital, Idaho Falls Medical Center, and Spaulding Rehab. I am especially grateful for the help and constant encouragement of my family practice doctor. And big props to my neck doc, Dr. Robert Edmonton.*

My husband has been a rock throughout all of this. He has survived, with grace and humor, things no 38-year-old husband should ever have to go through, and accepted our family's losses with such a courageous spirit.

I couldn't walk, use my left arm, drive, or work at all without the help of my many physical, occupational, and psycho-therapists. Throughout my hospitalization and rehab, I was cared for and encouraged by nurses, LPN's, and home health aides; ambulance drivers, cabbies, pharmacists, receptionists, the people at the WCW company. I'm thankful for the folks at the Y, who took me back at work even when I could only work two hours a week.

My gratitude to my friends, former clients, and neighbors, is unbounded. Everyone has cared for me and rolled with my disabilities in a really generous way. My neighbors, who took turns walking me once a day for the first two months I was home from the hospital, when I was not allowed out by myself -- you are amazing.

I would never have recovered any sense of personal safety without the help and unending kindness of my attorneys, Doug, Rick, and Jennifer.

People say that when something like this hapens to you, when your life, your body, and your sense of self is destroyed, “You really find out who your friends are...” It always sounded so ominous before. But if you read the sentence literally, you see its true meaning. What I found out is what I had always suspected but never had to test: that my friends, family, neighbors, colleagues, and caregivers are loyal, dedicated, loving people whom I can rely on when things are blackest. Once I escaped from the Baptist, I gradually began to remember again that I rest upon and am connected to a web of human kindness that holds me up and protects me. I really have found out who my friends are, and I couldn't be more grateful.

My special gratitude goes to Dr. Nathan Schweitzer*, who took me in when I had been thrown out of the Baptist without the treatment I needed, and when I had already been maneuvered into refusing him once. Especially during the pain, fear, and despair of that first year after the accident, sometimes the only reason I didn't just curl up and die is that I couldn't stand the thought of disappointing him. For all of you:

“You've been so kind and generous...
I don't know how you keep on giving.
For your kindness I'm in debt to you.
For your selflessness, my admiration.
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound...
I'm bound to thank you for it....

You've been so kind and generous...
I don't know how you keep on giving.
For your kindness I'm in debt to you.
And I never could have come this far without you.
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound...
I'm bound to thank you for it...

Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave,
the love, the tenderness, I want to thank you.
I want to thank you for your generosity,
the love and the honesty that you gave me.
I want to thank you, show my gratitude,
my love and my respect for you, I want to thank you...
I want to thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Oh, I want to thank you....

- “Kind and Generous” Natalie Merchant, Ophelia


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Although my friends and family put up this web site for me, I take responsibility for its contents myself. If you have a beef with this site, take it up with me. God help me, my abusers and their buddies all know where I live.

If you are a peripheral party to this story, and feel there might be minor factual errors you'd like to see corrected, call me. I'll be happy to talk with you about it.