the power of the little box called a computer

I just got an e-mail from a friend in NY who has a friend in LA who has a friend who just had a brain aneurysm that burst.  She is now in an induced coma as the doctors wait for the blood to drain. After the past couple of years of family friends dying of cancer, I simply can’t imagine what their family and friends may be going through.  Here is the e-mail from the friend of a friend…I encourage you to look at Erik’s blog and send Uma as many thoughts of love and prayers as you can…what goes around comes around!

“Okay, so, in all of my “Uma Update” emails I’ve been asking people to pray and send out healthy energy vibes to Uma and to visualize her waking up and having a full recovery, and even though her progress is slow, she does continue to make progress, and I truly believe that all of the love out there is making a difference. It manifests itself in two ways: first, I think she feels a lot of it in her hospital bed, and it helps her get better, ever so slightly. Which is a pretty damned good way for it to manifest itself. And then second, I think that some of it trickles back to us, which is good, too, because when Uma opens her eyes she’s going to find herself in a world that’s just a little bit better because of all of the love that’s been ricocheting back and forth between us.

If you don’t know Uma and don’t know what she’s going through right now ( i.e. if you’re one of those random people in my address book who are like: “who is this guy?”), Uma is a smart, mischievous, funny, irreverent, snarky, deeply passionate young woman. Her favorite book since childhood has always been Crime and Punishment, she identifies most with Miranda from Sex and the City, and after a long day she likes to dance alone in her living room to let off steam. She’s a former wannabe-mathematician, an actress, a Canuck, a good friend�and on December 25 she got engaged to a really great guy. Oh, and then on Wednesday January 31, she had a freaking brain aneurysm, which burst this was ten days ago and now she’s in an induced coma, as we wait for excess blood to drain from out of her brain (it’s literally in the creases and folds of her brain, and the only thing they can really do to get it out is to wait just wait for it to drain) so that the doctors can try to wake her up.

All of Uma’s family and friends (and even lots of friends of friends, and many strangers) have been hoping and praying and sending out good, healthy vibes, and Uma is slowly moving in the right direction. But she’s still in a really fragile place. And I thought, why don’t I send out for the cavalry, and get even more good vibes coming her way? So I’m sending you this email everyone in my address book asking you to pray for Uma and send her good healthy thoughts too. It’d be cool if we could all focus our energies and think of Uma at the same times throughout the day, so that maybe the combined effort of all of our visualizations will reach her with some extra oomph. So let’s say that whenever you notice the clock switching over to a new hour, close your eyes and visualize Uma waking up and recovering fully and walking out of the hospital. (She’s also having two procedures today that we could visualize going smoothly: a PEG procedure, moving her feeding tube from her nose and putting it directly into her stomach; and a tracheostomy, moving her ventilator from her mouth and putting it directly into her throat.) (Which sounds scary, but both procedures will make her much more comfortable.)

Okay, that’s it, if you could think healthy warm thoughts for Uma today, that would be so greatly appreciated. Feel free to forward this email to everyone in your address book too let’s try to get millions of people thinking of Uma, and hopefully that’ll help snap her out of this thing.

Thank you,

and love,

Erik Patterson

p.s. Here are some links

If you want to read more about what Uma’s been going through these past ten days, here are some of the updates that have been sent out:

DAY TWO: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/urp.html

DAY FOUR: http://myyearofnewthings .blogspot.com/2007/02/day-4.html

DAY SIX: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-nights-uma-update.html

DAY EIGHT: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday-night-uma-update-from-marie.html

DAY NINE: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/sharing-love-keeping-energy-flowing.html

If you want to help out with Uma’s medical expenses (she only has the most basic health insurance and it doesn’t cover any sort of long-term care or rehabilitation), you can find out how to donate money via paypal by going here:

http://teamuma.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-youd-like-to-help.html

If you want to participate in National Vandalize the World for Uma Day, read this: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/national-vandalize-world-for-uma-day.html

And check out these Uma Graffitti Photos: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/national-vandalize-world-for-uma-day_06.html

And these: http://myyearofnewthings.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-vandalization-for-uma.html

To see photos of Uma, check out her myspace page:

http://www.myspace.com/umanithipalan

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Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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