The transition from AISH to ADAP is happening in July. In this article, Michael Franklin explains what this means to many Albertans.
“‘When we move onto ADAP, what’s going to happen is that ADAP clients are now going to be $725 below the poverty line. It’s going to push people deeper into poverty.'”
“‘We keep thinking that it’s all about death, but it isn’t. It’s about life.'”
This article looks at different perspectives surrounding MAID.
“The Martin Family Legacy Garden hopes to create a sense of belonging for all who join the space, keeping inclusivity and support at the forefront. The hope is that the park will act as an inspiration for other projects by promoting thoughtful design and accessibility.”
Air travel can be challenging for many people. This is especially true for individuals with disabilities. Although policies may be in place to address this issue, whether or not they have truly been implemented and/or bring about the desired outcomes is another question. This is something that Marketplace investigated not long ago. What they discovered was less than reassuring.
According to a statement from Anita Anand, Minister of Transport, “‘Accessible air travel isn’t optional…It’s essential, and we expect all airlines to do their part.'” (https://www.cbc.ca/news/marketplace/air-canada-promises-accessible-transit-hidden-camera-1.7369146)
“I invite the premier, health minster, and the people directly responsible for this decision to come for a sleepover in the hallway of one of our hospitals for a few days. Once you have experienced the indignity of eating, sleeping, and toileting in a thin gown in front of a ward full of people, visitors, doctors, custodial staff and other allied health-care workers, I might be willing to accept that this policy was made in an informed way.”
The above is from a powerful opinion piece written by Manpreet (Mona) Gill. Click here to read the full article.
“‘Two weeks ago, I told my wife, you know, ‘Bonnie, I’m really happy. I feel very happy.’ I’m dying. I have ALS. But, you know, I’m trying to enjoy my life the best I can.'”
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/toronto/long-term-care-resident-centred-1.6659458
May 1st marked the start of a special initiative that is taking place in Calgary. Thanks to front-line staff and others, including Paul Wright, a member of our Pts4Chg community, patients are breaking free of PJ Paralysis. Check out these Tweets for more information and follow the Twitter discussion on #endPJparalysis.
Today we saw the power of engagement. We took our first steps on our #endPJparalyis journey in Calgary. The momentum is contagious and frontline driven. Thank you all who were involved and supported today. It’s just the start @BrianwDolan pic.twitter.com/td7pQ561zo
— Paul Wright (@paulwrightpfcc) May 2, 2018
Gail Wing on ending PJ paralysis: "I feel so much better when I get up and get dressed for the day. I’m not sick — so why would I stay in my pyjamas?” https://t.co/RzntweFDYv pic.twitter.com/Ig3oiLPpRn
— Alberta Health Services (@AHS_media) May 4, 2018
The paramedics who were driving a dying woman to the hospital took a detour, and in so doing fulfilled her final wish.
“Sometimes it is not the drugs/training/skills – sometimes all you need is empathy to make a difference!”
Click here to read this heartwarming story.
Although the following is a work of fiction, Patricia Bath (author) states, “[T]he situation explored may be all too common.” Without further adieu, let the story begin.
Beep. Beep. Beep. There’s a slow, rhythmic sound next to my head. I’ve never heard a sound like it before. I hear a whoosh on the other side of me, and at the same time I feel pressure in my chest, like a balloon that on the verge of popping.
It only lasts a few seconds and the pressure is gone. My chest returns to normal and I immediately feel better. Something squeezes my left arm tight—so tight that I want to yell. But I can’t make any words come out.
Then, just as quick as the pressure in my chest came and left, so does the pinch around my arm. I don’t know where I am, but I feel like I’m being tortured.
“I know that it’s cold in here, but I’ll use this warm blanket to keep you warm,” says the strange voice, belonging to a person I can’t see.
Who are you, I try to ask. But just as the darkness around me persists, so does my inability to speak. I have no idea where I am, and I’m scared.
The voice comes back, “Ok, it’s time to roll on your side.” I feel someone tug on my left side and roll me onto my right. A new beeping starts: this one sounds angry, like something’s wrong. I want to ask but I can’t make the words come out. I feel what I think is water and a washcloth on my backside and I’m overcome with embarrassment.
Why is this stranger washing me? I feel the sensation of rubber being dragged across my left side as I hear a different voice say, “Hey, I’m dropping her here. Are you almost done?” There’s a little push on my back and the rubber stops tearing at my left side.
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