MY TWO TERRI S
Written on my flight home from Florida
the day after Terri Schindler Schiavo's death
from state sponsored starvation/dehydration:
Terri, meet Terri. You don’t know one another but we all have something
in common. I have had the pleasure to have been involved in heroic efforts
to save you both from the Euthanasia movement’s diabolic plans to steal your lives.
Uncanny isn’t it?
Theresa Corrao and I crossed paths in 1996. My husband and I were just about
to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. One fateful day, I heard a pathologist
named Paul Corrao on television stating that his sister Theresa was in a hospice
and was being severely overmedicated. He was trying to rescue her from the facility
and save her life. He mentioned one Susan Fox Buchanan – a Denver elder care “expert.”
Having sat in on numerous Governor’s Commission on Life and the Law meetings
in the late 1980s and early 1990s, that name jumped out at me as one heavily invested
in the pro-death ethic that so permeated the beautiful state of Colorado in those years.
I contacted Paul Corrao and warned him that there was an insidious plan afoot in my
state that he should be aware of. From that point forward Paul and I worked together
to save Theresa from those who sought to destroy her. After all, Theresa had signed
an advanced directive waiving extraordinary care hadn’t she?
Paul and I persuaded Theresa that life was worth living and that she actually might
like to sign a will to live. Unfortunately, Theresa Corrao had a severe bedsore that
needed surgical repair. Ironically, she worked for the hospital where the surgery
would take place and she had insurance to cover it with her employer, Columbia HCA.
During the planning stages for the surgery, Paul, insisted that the surgery be performed
under a local anesthesia. As a pathologist, he believed that his sister’s liver was
quite compromised by her treatment for breast cancer as well as the extremely high
amounts of morphine used in hospice prior to her leaving the facility. As Paul left
the hospital the evening before the surgery, doctors approached Terri and persuaded her
to agree to a general anesthetic, possibly stating that they wouldn’t we able to manage
her pain with a local.
Theresa underwent approximately 5 hours of surgery that fateful day. As I entered her room post surgery to confer with Paul, death was in the air. As he had feared, her liver
was unable to process the anesthesia from such a lengthy procedure. Theresa Corrao died
shortly thereafter, destroyed by the pro-death movement in Colorado – progenitor of the
euthanasia movement, nationally.
Terri Schiavo’s loved ones were holding a 24hour prayer vigil for her in front of her
Pinellas Park, FL hospice. This event was to thrust her into the international spotlight,
where she would remain, for the next 18 months. During that period, I would travel
to Florida five times to work, tirelessly, to save Terri’s life. I had the honor and
pleasure to work alongside hundreds, if not thousands of individuals dedicated to
helping Terri’s parents and siblings spare her life.
This incredible woman inspired us all to work to protect her from the insidious conspiracy by the so called “right to die” forces which found themselves in the perfect storm of circumstances arrayed to deliver Terri to their dark plot.
Former husband, Michael Schiavo, was able to persuade nearly every level of government, judiciary and media that she wouldn’t want to live as a disabled
person. Despite heroic efforts and prayers by pro-lifers and disability activists
in the US, it apparently wasn’t meant to be.
As a member of a team of lobbyists working to pass the “Jessie Jackson sip of water compromise” I am pleased to say that we never gave up as long as Terri held on for
nearly 14 days without food or water – while not even an ice chip was allowed to quench her insatiable thirst.
Terri either passed or was pushed into eternity on March 31, 2005 at the end of Holy
Week. She and her family taught us a lot about love, perseverance and dedication to family.
Her president and governor taught us they knew little to nothing about the constitution
which guaranteed Terri due process of law and religious liberty as well as freedom from cruel and unusual punishment.
As our nation this week mourns the passing of Pope John Paul and tries to make
sense of Terri’s senseless death and the Florida corruption which ensured it, I ponder
the irony of losing 2 friends named Terri to a death machine that has its origin in
my beautiful state, Colorado. Like the hospice grounds where Terri was held hostage
for the past five years, what looks beautiful to the undiscerning eye, often has below the
surface – deadly evil.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
LONGFELLOW'S "PSALM OF LIFE"
Performed at the Colorado March for Life
by Personhood Amendment sponsor -
KRISTI BURTON
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Performed at the Colorado March for Life
by Personhood Amendment sponsor -
KRISTI BURTON
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
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