Sex and the Boy Scouts

Boy Scout Oath

I was never a Scout. But I’ve been a Scouter (adult leader) for over 16 years, and my two eldest boys are Eagle Scouts. My third son, a Life Scout, has completed all of his Eagle Scout required Merit Badges and is working on his Eagle Scout project. My fourth and final son is a Second Class Scout and loves the program probably more than his three older brothers put together. My only daughter is a Junior Girl Scout and loves every minute of it.

My fourth Scout is pure boy. Usually a path-of-least-resistance expert when it comes to chores and homework, but when Scouting is the subject he is front and center and full speed ahead.

Last summer, his second summer camp with the Troop, he earned more Merit Badges than any other of his 42 peers, and caught (and then released) his first fish.

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Yesterday, I received this letter in an email from the Chief Scout Executive, Michael B. Surbaugh:

I am writing to you today in anticipation of news reports that will speculate about the BSA’s financial position. We have an important duty, and an incredible opportunity, to focus as an organization on keeping children safe, supported and protected, and preparing youth for their futures through our nation’s foremost program of character development and values-based leadership training.

To do so in perpetuity, we are working with experts to explore all options available to ensure that the local and national programming of the Boy Scout of America continues uninterrupted. We have a social and moral responsibility to fairly compensate victims who suffered abuse during their time in Scouting, and we also have an obligation to carry out our mission to serve youth, families and local communities through our programs.

We care deeply about all victims of child sex abuse and we are steadfast in our belief that one incident of child abuse is one too many. We sincerely apologize to anyone who was harmed during their time in our programs. As you all know, we have always taken care of victims – we believe them, we believe in fairly compensating them and we have paid for unlimited counseling, by a provider of their choice, regardless of the amount of time that has passed since an instance of abuse. Throughout our history we have taken proactive steps to help victims heal and prevent future abuse. I want to stress that at no time in our history have we knowingly allowed a sexual predator to work with youth, and we always seek to act swiftly when alerted to abuse allegations.

Please know that these matters continue to have the full attention of the highest levels of our organization, and we will communicate transparently as there are developments or updates to share. I wanted to update you today due to the news speculation, and I want to assure you that our daily mission will continue and that there are no imminent actions or immediate decisions expected.

Thank you for your continued support of the Boy Scouts of America.

Michael B. Surbaugh
Chief Scout Executive

Then today, I read news reports that Scouting BSA was going bankrupt.

Articles written about it cited a drop in membership, from 4.0 million members at it’s height, to about 2.3 million members today, and falling.

The articles speculated that changes in the organization for the last five years or so played a major role in dwindling participation. Changes that betrayed the founding principles and morality of the decidedly religious organization.

Heck, I had trouble with Scouting since they got rid of red in the uniform several years ago! I still haven’t bought the “new” shirt, sticking with the red embroidery and patches.

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The articles speculate that the major changes, allowing openly gay Scouts in 2014, and openly gay Scouters in 2015, caused a huge exodus.

Boy Scouts had no rule against gay Scouts or Scouters joining the organization prior to the change, but forbade expressions of sexuality by anyone in scouting, which meant, an openly gay or heterosexual person would not be allowed to participate.

All this meant was there there is no hand holding, hugging, kissing, or other PDA (Public Displays of Affection) in Scouting. In fact, in the Youth Protection Training (YPT) required of adult leaders, touching a Scout is forbidden, and is associated with grooming behavior, which sexual predators use to desensitize their targets and condition them for future more intimate touch.

In short, there was no human sexuality in Scouting, either in the program or in interactions between boys, between Scout leaders, or between the two. None. Not part of teaching boys about leadership or community service. And that was a good thing.

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Then the real show stopper: Girls in Boy Scouts.

Nothing against girls, I was mostly raised by my mother, had older and a younger sister, am married to a woman and have a ten year old daughter. I love and respect the females in my life and I appreciate their unique contributions to family life.

Scouting has always been a family program through Cub Scouts anyway, with many moms as leaders, and with female siblings invited to participate in activities and events.

However, once crossed over into Boy Scouts during the second half of a boy’s 5th grade year, girls were not allowed to participate. Puberty was the common sense cut-off. And moms faded into Troop Committees for the most part, leaving uniformed leadership positions to men.

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In my younger days I participated in church camp, which was always co-ed. As an adolescent boy I can tell you there were probably three things I was most interested in, girls, girls and girls.

Later, when I became an older teen and then young adult, I was a church and other camp counselor for co-ed as well as single gender camps. The co-ed camps were barely manageable due to the natural order of things. Boys and girls were attracted to each other, all-the-time.

As an educator of over 32 years, I have read the studies and seen first hand that males and females learn best apart. I taught high school health education in New York City public high school for several years, and the curriculum would probably curl your toes. There is no place for human sexuality in Scouting.

We separate boys and girls for sports and other activities at around 12 or 13 years old. Again, for good reason. Boys and girls are different. Biology is a fact.

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Scouting had a remedy for girls preferring a more adventurous experience than usually offered by Girl Scouts by offering a co-ed Venturing Program that focuses on adventure-type activities for older teens and young adults of both genders, supervised and led by male and female adults.

As for gay Scouts and Scouters, probably most Boy Scout Troops knew or suspected a gay-leaning Scout here or there, and maybe even a gay leader. But no one cared because sexuality was not part of the program. Sexuality of any kind was not allowed to be discussed or displayed.

YPT has always been front and center as long as I have been a Scouter, and two-deep leadership principles strictly adhered to. Scouting is serious about youth protection. And now, apparently, is serious about abuse remedies, expenses be damned.

All that is fine, but how do you put the sexuality genie back in the bottle?

How do we save Scouting?

The Mormon Church has announced that they will no longer sponsor Scouting BSA Troops beginning in 2020. That’s about one third or more of the remaining membership.

Founded by Lord Robert Baden-Powell, a devout Christian, Scouting was never shy about its religious grounding. In fact, one of Baden-Powell’s famous quotes is: “Scouting is no less than applied Christianity.”

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In other words, Scouting was not PC. Scouting was about rough and tumble, using ones hands, learning skills and teaching boys how to DO things, through the teachings of God. Scouting was the one place you could count on other than church and the dinner table that boys would be taught citizenship, something I was graded on in elementary school in the 1960’s but apparently fell out of practice in the self-esteem era. Scouting seemed timeless.

Scouting is non-denominational, and accepts Catholics, Jews and Protestants, Buddhists and Muslims. Scouting teaches reverence and respect.

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The changes in Scouting over the past several years have betrayed the founding philosophy that made Scouting what it was.

Will we survive this? I don’t know. I’m trying not to panic.

The road forward will be difficult, especially if those who lead the national organization continue down the path of social progressiveness and do not listen to traditional Scouters and alumni.

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As alternative programs for boys gain popularity and take hold, especially through church groups, Scouting BSA will fade into something amorphous and strange. I fear it’s only a matter of time before they change or get rid of the Oath and Law altogether.

Change for change’s sake is never a good idea. And saying it’s best for the organization to change in order to reduce litigation fees is a cop out and a sellout.

In my opinion, our boys and our society deserve better.

 

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Heather Nauert: Nominee for UN Ambassador

Heather Nauert State Department Spokeswoman

Heather Nauert, US State Department spokesperson, was nominated today by President Donald Trump to be the next US Ambassador to the United Nations.

Heather is a dedicated wife of a Morgan Stanley executive and mother of two sons. A graduate of Columbia University’s School of Journalism, this Emmy nominated talent has had many high profile media stints, including hosting morning and special report shows.

Her last media position, News Presenter for Fox News’ Fox & Friends, is what she was doing when I met her.

Heather and I followed each other on Twitter for a time, and then I received a direct message from her asking if I would be interested in coming on Fox & Friends as an expert on the incarceration mission at the US military detention facility at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

I accepted the offer, and over the next several years made occasional appearances for live interviews on Gitmo, and even did a segment on Bret Baier’s Cuba special.

My book, “Saving Grace at Guantanamo Bay: A Memoir of a Citizen Warrior,” published in 2010, details my time at Gitmo as the ranking US Army Medical Department officer with the Joint Detainee Operations Group officer, Joint Task Force 160, from February to June, 2002, and was promoted on the show.

Heather and the hosts on Fox & Friends who interviewed me, including Brian Kilmead, Steve Doocy, Tucker Carlson, Ed Henry and Pete Hegseth (also a fellow Gitmo alumni) always treated me like, well, a friend.

Before and after segments, Heather would call me over to her desk in the studio and she and I would exchange pleasantries and chat about our families. Always brief, but always sincere and appreciative.

A fan of Fox News and especially Fox & Friends, I enjoyed the professionalism and talent of these people who always made me feel welcome and appreciated when I was on.

I was happy and excited for Heather when she left Fox for the State Department in April 2017. Again, as spokesperson for the Secretary of State, first for Rex Tillerson, and now for Mike Pompeo.

Heather’s delivery as spokesperson is always confident and reassuring, and her press releases informative and on point. She is a very pleasant, but no nonsense communications expert.

If appointed to the position of UN Ambassador, I have no doubt that Heather will be an effective and efficient communicator. She will take care of the business of the United States in the UN with grace and aplomb, and represent Americans with the very highest standards of excellence and diplomacy.

I know that Heather will excel in this role if for no other reason than because of her loyalty to duty and country. Heather is a full blown patriot from all American roots in the heartland, of Rockford, Illinois, not far from my birthplace in Geneva, IL, and where my father was born and raised in Rockton, IL. My mother was born and raised just across the border on a farm in Beloit, Wisconsin. I can attest with full confidence that the Midwest values with which Heather was surely raised, she will be honest and true, no matter the circumstances.

Before obtaining her master’s degree from Columbia (where I am also an alumni; from Teacher College), Heather attended  Keith Country Day School in Rockford, IllinoisPine Manor College in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts, then Arizona State University. After landing an internship hosting a country music video program in Washington, DC, she stayed there to finish school, earning her Bachelor of Arts degree in communications from Mount Vernon College for Women.

Heather has worked as a government affairs consultant on issues including health insuranceSocial Security and taxes. She was also a member of the Council on Foreign Relations.

Her time in the State Department has been successful and impressive, having dealt with sticky issues of significant importance time and again, from Saudi Arabian-led intervention in Yemen and Gaza border protests to a tense situation between Canada and Saudi Arabia, where in response to calls for US involvement in a dispute, Heather said, “It is up for the Government of Saudi Arabia and the Canadians to work this out. Both sides need to diplomatically resolve this together. We cannot do it for them.”

I have no doubt that Heather will make all Americans proud carrying the torch of freedom and liberty through democracy as an example to all nations in the UN.

Congratulations on your nomination, Heather. I know I speak for a lot of your followers and fans when I say we will be hoping and praying for a painless, smooth and successful confirmation process.

How about let’s get out there and remind our senators what we think about Heather and that we feel she is the absolute best person to represent our interests in the largest, most important diplomatic organization on earth.

 

Veterans Day Remembered: Forced Fun

(Presented as a message sermon at the First United Methodist Church of Port Jefferson, Long Island, New York, Sunday, November 11, 2018 by Montgomery J. Granger, Major, US Army, Retired. Video: https://www.facebook.com/pjfumc/videos/502873243555742/ Start at about 19:20)

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Good morning!

Happy Veterans Day!

Would all the Veterans here today please stand? Thank you for your service and Welcome Home!

Let’s please remember, Memorial Day is for remembering those who either gave their lives in battle or who have otherwise passed on. Veterans Day, today, started 100 years ago, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918, and known as Armistice Day at the end of World War I, is to show appreciation for those served and who are still with us.

I would also like to remember Army Veteran Shirley Leonard, and my good friend PFC Wayne F. Hurley.

I am a former US Army Medical Service Officer who started as a combat medic, and then after five years as an enlisted soldier went to Officer Candidate School and then served 17 more years as a Medical Service Officer, the last 9 of which were with a Military Police (Enemy Prisoner of War) Brigade Liaison Detachment, whose job it was to take care of bad guys, which we did with Christian spirit and professional acumen, contrary to what you may have heard from the mainstream media. After 9/11, from February to June, 2002, I served at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, as the ranking US Army Medical Department officer with the Joint Detainee Operations Group, Joint Task Force 160, in charge of coordinating medical, preventive medical and environmental services for detainees and the guard force at Gitmo. I served again from February to June 2003, at Fort Dix, New Jersey, and then again for 14 months, from October 2004 to December 2005 for a tour to Iraq, where again I found myself coordinating services for detention operations there, in Baghdad, at Camp Victory, in Abu Ghraib (after the scandal there, my unit was sent to help clean it up), in Al Basra, at Camp Bucca, and in Ashraf, at Forward Operating Base Spartan.

In deference to my father-in-law, a Korean War veteran with the Air Force, and who is at home today dealing with COPD, among other things, he would want to know how long my message was going to be. 15 minutes Bob, and you can start timing me now!

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Fair warning, this is a participation message, and may have some repeat after me moments.

Forced Fun

Forced fun is when you are ordered to do something that if you weren’t ordered to do it you probably wouldn’t do it.

November, 2008, a month before I retired from the Army after 22 years of service, including nearly 2 ½ years of deployments since 9/11/2001, and I had never participated in a parade. This time there was no escape.

Like a Commander’s Ball, no one could get out of it. With a wink and a nod the command had made it abundantly clear that from the very top general in the region, “everyone” would participate in the annual Veterans Day parade in New York City.

The uniform of the day would be the battle dress uniform, at this time it was the pixeled pattern we called the Lego pattern of light green and tan. It would be cool, but according to the powers that be, not cold, so no field jackets or anything worn on the outside of the uniform. You could however put layers on underneath and wear gloves. But if one person wore gloves, everyone had to wear gloves. If one person forgot their gloves no one could wear gloves.

Head gear would be the black beret; in other words, cold ears.

With temperatures in the 40’s in the morning prior to the march we would be shivering a bit.

There’s a lot of “hurry up and wait” in the military. This was no exception. The parade would start at 11:15, at around 26th Street and 5th Avenue, and then conclude at 46th Street, a distance of a little over a mile.

Report time? Zero 8:30, or 8:30 a.m. for you civilians.

“Don’t complain,” I told a colleague, “we’re getting paid and we’re not getting shot at.”

“Hooah!” Came the answer. Hooah! Is Army speak for just about anything except “No.”

For example, “How are you?” Hooah! “How’s the chow?” Hooah! “Did you get the beans and bullets?” Hooah! “Good morning,” Hooah! Question: Hooah? Answer: Hooah!.

I know you want to, so go ahead and try it one time: Hooah? (Audience: Hooah!)

So, from now on, when you hear my question, Hooah? You may answer back, “Hooah!” It will let me know your still with me. Hooah?

That’s the Army for you, simple and direct, efficient and effective. No wasted words or energy.

“Conserve the Fighting Strength” was the Medical Service Corps motto, and we put that to work every day.

I remember at the parade that not everyone had brought their gloves. Bad news. Good news: we could wear our gloves if we brought ‘em BEFORE the parade started. We could also go, a few at a time, to local coffee shops or kiosks and get coffee. That helped.

When it was time to march a strange feeling of nervousness grew amongst us. Some had been in parades before and told those of us who hadn’t that it was no big deal. Just look straight ahead and march. We would be singing cadence, so the march will go by quickly, and before you know it it will be over.

We heard drums and a band, and we saw costumed high school students with batons and flags and instruments. Giggling girls and serious boys, scrambling to form up.

We had been standing in formation for over two hours. Army people can never just stand around in a blob, looks bad don’t you know? And when we stand in formation we always keep one foot anchored to the ground in line so that if need be, in an instant we can form up and look like perfect little soldiers.

The commands were given, “Group, at-TEN-SHUN! Right, FACE. Forward . . . MARCH!” And off we went, left foot first then right. “Left . . . Left . . . Left, Right, Left.”

The cadence caller warmed up and then began to sing. When you sing in the Army it’s more like military rap. Most guys can’t carry a tune, so the caller usually just sticks to monotone and simple words:

“One, two, three, four,” was the call, and the reply, from almost all veterans and folks who’d been in 10, 20 or 30 years, was “You can’t count to five!”

And you can imagine the echo amongst the tall buildings coming from hundreds of soldiers.

“One, two, three four,” “Can’t count to save your life!”

So you get the idea, when cadence is called, the caller sings and the group repeats. So, let’s try that.

“Here we go again (Audience Repeats), same old stuff again (AR), marchin’ down the avenue (AR), one more mile and we’ll be through (AR). I’ll be glad and so will you!” (AR) Excellent! Easy, isn’t it? You could all be soldiers! Hooah!

On we went, singing our souls out, loving the tremendous echo we were sure traveled all the way down to the Canyon of Heroes in Lower Manhattan.

We stopped and started with those ahead of us, never longer than a minute or two. It seemed that whenever we got into a rhythm we’d have to stop.

Police stood at intersections, intermittently allowing foot and vehicle traffic to sever the parade stream, and then as quickly let it flow again.

Between 26th and 34th streets there seemed to be a decent crowd of people watching with interest and clapping from the sidewalk. That gave us a warm good feeling inside, despite the chill. There they were, perfect strangers, standing, smiling, clapping and waving.

“It’s great to be an American,” I thought. Hooah?

As we moved further uptown, the crowds thinned and then got sparse, as the band up ahead moved off at the end of the route, by the time we reached the end, only passersby were left, walking and going about their business, not seeing a mass of hundreds of uniformed soldiers marching, and then dispersing.

My wife and family were waiting for me at the end, and we smiled and hugged.

We all came to see Daddy in the parade, and to attend a free showing of the Rockette’s Christmas Spectacular, at Radio City Music Hall, sponsored by the United Service Organization or USO.

Walking to the theater, my wife told me how shocked she was that when we, the soldiers got to the end no one but them and other families were clapping. In fact, she said, one woman passerby came up to her and asked what was going on. “It’s a parade,” she said to the woman. “It’s Veterans Day.” “Oh,” the woman said, and then moved along.

It’s Veterans Day.

In line for the show, which stretched around the block into Rockerfeller Center, there were many uniformed folks all around, from all branches of service.

I actually ran into an Army chaplain I had known from my service in Iraq. We were both very surprised to see each other, as the Chaplain was from Atlanta, Georgia, but had come north to visit family who had obtained tickets for the show.

The Chaplain and I had served together at Forward Operating Base (or “FOB”) Spartan – “Come home with your shield or on it!” Was the motto, a nod to the ancient warrior class of Greek Spartans. The metaphor was honor. Come back with your honor or don’t come back alive. Hooah?

These were serious dudes we served with. The FOB, a security and detention operation of Active Duty Military Police, had the reputation for being the most disciplined FOB of any American outpost in Iraq. And it was so.

Strict Army discipline was observed. Attention to detail was the order of the day. Paying attention to detail in a war zone saves lives. Hooah?

The FOB was so, well, Spartan, that we had to have daily LOG runs, or logistical convoys for supplies, such as beans, bullets and water. Twice a week we made two trips a day. The spring and summer of 2005 were perhaps the most deadly up to that point in Iraq.

Insurgents were pushing in places like Falluja, Baquba, and the Airport Road in Baghdad. IED’s, or Improvised Explosive Devices were common, sometimes hidden inside the dead carcasses of large animals left roadside, frequently stopping log convoys such as those to and from FOB Spartan.

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I was on convoys to and from our log base once or twice per week to coordinate medical, preventive medical and environmental services for FOB Spartan.

The log base was Camp Anaconda, about an hour from our FOB and over the Tigress river, in the land of the birthplace of civilization and the stories of Babylon, and the Garden of Eden.

Compared to FOB Spartan, Anaconda had civilization. Swimming pool, Movie Theater, mall, barber shop and fast food. It was an oasis.

I remember entering the MWR (Morale Welfare and Recreation hall) there for the first time.

Lots of board games, video games, ping-pong, magazines, TV, DVD check out, popcorn machine and Movie Theater.

There were no tickets, and no charge for anything.

Army soldiers and Marines wandered inside, dusty, sweaty and tired. And some with that look in their eyes, the look coined in WWII as the Thousand Yard Stare. The person was there, but not there.

When I entered the movie theater inside the MWR, a large room really, inside the airplane hanger-sized building, it was pitch black, between scenes in a movie. When the flicker of the film returned it lighted the faces of dozens of soiled, exhausted men, almost every one of them . . . fast asleep.

The convoys certainly took it out of you, whether an 18 hour schlep to Al Basra to inspect a detention facility at Camp Bucca, or an hour long ride to and from Anaconda the stress of not wanting to “Get blowed up,” took all of your energy. Hooah?

The stress was so intense that it was common for drivers and soldiers to fall asleep at the wheel once inside the wire and before parking the vehicles. Energy drinks such as Red Bull were encouraged.

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The Chaplain and I hugged, and asked about family and introduced everybody to each other. It was really great to see her.

She was a staple at FOB Spartan, offering Bible study, prayer groups and two Protestant services on Sundays, one traditional and one contemporary.

I was more familiar with the traditional services, so I attended those at first, and then I got curious about the contemporary services, which ended up reminding me more of my mega church experiences as a young Christian teen growing up in Southern California.

I’ll never forget one Sunday when the Chaplain invited everyone to a baptism.

She had convinced a visiting group of combat engineers to dig a hole, about four feet, by four feet, by four feet, lined it with a tarp, and then filled it with water. She had ministered to some of the Pakistani cooks at the FOB dining facility, and several wanted to convert to Christianity! Now that’s doing God’s work! Hooah?

Did someone say “Crusade?”

No, we did not, but Christian soldiers were there to accomplish a mission, and even created one there in the arid land where God put the first of us.

Beside the door to the tent/chapel was a wooden sign with the 91st Psalm painted on it. Many of us there had the 91st Psalm, what we called the Psalm of protection, printed on camouflaged scarves we kept with us on convoys.

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That worked for me.

Prayer also worked. Hooah?

I’d like to thank the Worship Committee again for asking me to share my thoughts with you this Veterans Day Sunday.

If any of you know a veteran, ask them about their favorite Veterans Day, or their most memorable. If they can’t think of one, help make a memorable one for them.

It’s OK to ask us about our service. It shows interest and appreciation, and it makes us feel . . . normal. Many of us have some fond remembrances and some funny stories. Yes, there were some scary parts, but talking about it helps us make connections that are important, especially with family and loved ones.

I hope this was better than forced fun for you, and that through my stories you’re able to see veterans as normal people, and not just as a group of folks who are mysterious or scary.

We are just like you in most ways. And one thing many veterans have in common is the belief that every day is truly a blessing. That God’s gifts are sweeter and more vivid in the light of day after service.

What a blessing it is to be safe, secure and not worrying about getting “blowed up.” Hooah?

Thank you!

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(Major Granger is the author of “Saving Grace at Guantanamo Bay: A Memoir of a Citizen Warrior” http://sbprabooks.com/montgomeryjgranger/ )

Fall

Sugar Maple

The sugar maples caught fire this week

Spewing leafy flame about the yard

Burning bushes are lit

Searing fence lines and fields

Crisper air has bit my nose

And colder winds through the forest blow

Evergreens are standing stiffer

Shivering silently in the new winter breeze

Birds tweet and soar

Searching now for winter homes

Children run, house-to-house

Seeking tricks or treats

Pixies, witches, monsters and heroes

Flit, fly, hobble and sprint

Bright shining sun

Warms less than just a week ago

But feels good upon my naked face

Eyes closed and full of hopeful thoughts

Setting sun brings winter’s chill

Soon an hour earlier we will run

Wood cutting and bundling up are near

For fall and winter’s promise are here

A Deadly Diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress: The Story of Christine Russell and How Her PTS Diagnosis May Have Cost Her Life

[“I need the Secretary of the Veterans Administration and the President of the United States to authorize my full medical care to TriWest immediately so that I can access Scripps Health care system and other systems to treat my stage four breast cancer and it has to happen in 24 hours, not 3 months.” – Christine Russell]

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Edited Letter from Christine Russell to U.S. Senator, Honorable Chuck Grassley

Dear Senator Grassley,

A while back I was a military whistle-blower and Charles Murphy aided me. I graduated from the US Naval Academy in May 2000, at Annapolis, Maryland.

I am reporting medical negligence, incompetence and discrimination due to my Post Traumatic Stress (PTS) diagnosis. Ultimately, proper treatment could have prevented the cancer I have from spreading to stage four. If they were doing their jobs back in 2016, I believe that Veterans Administration (VA) physicians could have caught the cancer in stage one.

For a while now I’ve been talking to Gary Bianchi, Assistant Director, with the Government Accountability Office (GAO).

Back in November 2015, I started having some physical medical issues and started going in circles with the VA in La Jolla, California. I complained about chest pain and problems breathing a couple of different times during emergency room visits and follow up visits with a primary care doctor in 2016.

These visits and complaints are documented in the Emergency Room (ER) records and logs with primary care physicians. I also made requests for more testing via secure messaging. Instead of more testing, my primary care doctor recommended I take psychotropic drugs because, “It’s in [my] head.”

The VA ER treated is me as if my symptoms were all in my head. The primary care doctor also treated all the symptoms and problems I was having as imaginary symptoms, since I was diagnosed with PTS.

I ended up going out on Social Security disability in 2016, and I am 100 percent service connected with the VA. I have continued to get sicker, with symptoms that the VA could not figure out as I continued to go in circles with them and medical providers that I paid cash to outside the VA.

I went through my savings accounts paying for caregivers to try and figure out what was wrong with me.

But only biopsies, a PET scan, a breast exam, mammogram, and ultrasound would really show what was going on with my chest. I wasn’t a doctor and didn’t know. I just complained about symptoms in my body since 2016. And instead, I kept being told to check into the psych ward or work with a psychiatrist due to my PTS.

I lost my brain due to going in circles with the VA. And then I recovered my brain just to give it up again trying to figure out what was wrong with my physical body.

In 2017/2018 after being able to function with my brain again, I continued every once in a while to complain in the emergency room or to my new primary care doctor, that the symptoms and pain in different parts of my body were just being managed but were not improving and in fact I started having more pain problems without knowing the cause. I continued to visit the ER and primary care physician due to my recurrent symptoms.

At the end of March 2018, I was released from the ER after having once again gone in circles with the ER and primary care. On one ER visit a friend drove me there and I had to be admitted in a wheel chair because the pain was so bad in my chest. They gave me Toradol through an IV and told me it was for costochondritis and to follow up with primary care who had originally also provided a misdiagnosis of costochondritis (inflammation of the cartilage in the chest).

At no point in my entire medical care at the VA did anyone stop and ask me about doing a chest exam, mammogram, or ultrasound to screen for breast cancer. I kept telling my primary care doctor and emergency room doctors that they needed to do an MRI of my chest, but they never ordered the test.

I sent letters off to Senator Feinstein (Emily Condon caseworker) and Congressman Darryl Issa (Amy Walker caseworker) after some results of a CT scan came back of my chest in July 2018. An MRI was finally done on my chest the end of August 2018.

They had to redo the MRI due to medical incompetence. One of the radiologists coded the doctors information incorrectly. They had me meet with a cardiothoracic surgeon because they didn’t know what it was, and that doctor sent my images over to an orthopedic surgeon for the same reason. I told them they should have done the chest MRI back in March 2018, and in fact years earlier.

I told them I wanted my care through TriWest moving forward due to medical incompetence, negligence and discrimination.

The La Jolla VA performed a bone biopsy of my sternum on September 18, 2018, to figure out what it was. On September 24, 2018, I was informed I had cancer.

On September 26, 2018, I was told I had breast cancer after having a mammogram, ultrasound, and breast exam and then meeting with a breast surgeon. This was the first time in my life I ever had a chest exam, mammogram, and ultrasound. I was informed first that I had breast cancer.

Stage four breast cancer was confirmed by a PET scan on September 28, 2018. I’ve been telling all of them that they are not touching me anymore there at the VA Hospital in La Jolla, due to major medical negligence, incompetence and discrimination.

Every time I walk though the doors of the VA hospital in La Jolla, California,  I get very sick to my stomach, and my whole body convulses because of the gross negligence, medical errors and discrimination made there. Ultimately they failed miserably, and have potentially shortened my life span with dealing with cancer.

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All I have is Veterans Administration TriWest Insurance. Scripps says they need the authorization for my entire medical care. I am not able to move again due to the physically deteriorating condition of my body. I just recently was forced to move from San Diego to Carlsbad due to the marijuana madness from my neighbors that I shared walls with and got very sick because it came into my unit every day.

Being forced to move and trying to fight the legalization of marijuana battle as a neighbor that lived on a no smoking property cost me about $10,000; the rest of my savings. It’s just me.

Since I am on Social Security Disability, I don’t have the financial means to pay for my own health care as a cash patient and because I’m on disability.  I am not able to relocate amongst a stage four breast cancer diagnosis. I’ve relocated over 35 times in my life’s journey and thought this relocation would bring me some time to finally heal and recover and move forward, but instead, I was informed that I have stage four breast cancer.

My younger sister, Stephanie Mae Radford, a Major in the US Army, is a graduate of the US Military Academy at West Point, NY, and is stationed at Fort Polk, Louisiana. My younger brother, Matthew Roy Russell, a Major in the US Marine Corps, is a graduate of the US Merchant Marine Academy at Kings Point, NY, and is stationed in Pensacola, Florida.

Today, as a cash patient, I met with Dr. Ma, who is a breast surgeon at Scripps. She recommended I go to the emergency room so she can admit me to the hospital so she can do a full work up on me and get the rest of the tests done that are needed due to my quickly deteriorating physical abilities, pain and weakness.

She is very sad about what happened to me and so is her nurse. They understood that if the VA hospital in La Jolla had done their job and listened to me back in 2016, 2017,  and maybe even 2018, it could have prevented my cancer from advancing to stage four.

Roxanne Rivers, patient advocate at the VA Hospital at La Jolla, understood because she has seen me since 2016. She gave me the claim for damage, injury, or death form to fill out. She said she couldn’t help me fill out the form due to conflict of interest.

I’ll go to the emergency room, but I am scared about the bills not being covered by the VA. Scripps was concerned about the stress of not having finances to pay for medical care. However, I need to follow Dr. Ma’s orders.

Every VA clinic and every emergency room across the nation needs to add to the checklist screening questionnaire when you check in with the nurse or doctor at all your appointments….

Have you had a chest exam/breast exam recently?

Have you had a mammogram recently?

Have you had an ultrasound recently?
They always ask the questions, “Are you homicidal; suicidal; depressed?” etc.

But they never ask….

Have you had a chest exam/breast exam?

Have you had a mammogram?

Have you had an ultrasound?

Thanks for the help,
Christine Russell

[“The gross medical negligence, incompetence, and discrimination that happened to me is inexcusable and can never ever happen to any active duty military service member, reservist, or veteran  again. If they had done their jobs correctly and not discriminated against me due to having a preexisting Post Traumatic Stress diagnosis (do not call it PTSD because it’s not a disorder), I know they would have caught the breast cancer at stage one or sooner and it’s considered to be curable at that point. Their actions and lack of actions have cost me my life.” – Christine Russell.]

Editor’s note: Permission was given by Ms. Christine Russell to share this story, medical conditions and all, in the hopes that she would win the support of her governmental representatives, news media and others so that she may enjoy the urgent medical treatment she deserves considering her misdiagnosis and inaccurate treatment. PTS is a serious condition, but should never be used to preclude or preempt other physical symptoms, screenings and treatment.

The Democrats Have No Clothes

Brett Kavanaugh confirmation hearing Senate Judiciary Committee

“But the Emperor is naked!” Cried the little boy, after being told that the Emperor was wearing the finest haberdashery in the land.

The boy, like most of us, can see right through the chicanery.

One after another, charlatans are coming forward in an attempt to sell us wares that simply do not exist.

How long will it last? As long as the Republicans allow it. As long as the American People allow it.

The Republicans can act now, ignoring the myth-makers and their tall tales of a good, honest man who has a dastardly past. They can call the vote. Anyone voting against Judge Kavanagh’s appointment will surely become vulnerable in the mid-term elections this November or thereafter if their terms are not up now.

Americans can make their feelings known via the ballot. Vote Democrat if you believe in nudists and fairy tales, and vote Republican if you like lower taxes, more jobs, energy independence, stronger military, fair trade, a wall, America First, etc.

The allegations against the Judge have all been handed over to the Democrats, the media, or nefarious attorneys at law. Why none to proper law enforcement, aka, the police?

None of the allegations have enough who, what, where, when or why to proceed in a legal case. Although the alleged victims have a right to sue in court for redress, none has done so. Why?

Why indeed. The motives are apparent, just as the bare skin of the Emperor with no clothes. The Democrats are naked, and apparently, they do not care. They should.

The Democrat’s nudity on this issue should be a grave concern to them, as #WalkAway activists are questioning the sanity of their party and moving by droves into the middle, where President Donald Trump waits triumphantly to snatch them up into the #MAGA mantra and onto the steaming #TrumpTrain!

Naturist Democrats have finally destroyed any hope of ever coming back from the death of rationality in their party. There is no Democrat platform. There are no new Democrat ideas. Democrats are currently living in pure fiction, and getting worse by the moment by holding up pathetic lies in order to stir their base.

Unfortunately for the birthday suit Dems, the only ones left in their base for them to court are either illegal aliens or Alt-Left Pagan utilitarian humanist nut jobs, who for a fee are willing to harass an innocent Republican Senator and his wife out of a D.C. restaurant, chanting, “We believe survivors!”

Remember the “by any means necessary,” and “get in their face” Democrat leaders? Soon, they will be the only ones left, campaigning to the mirror, ignoring their own naked reflection in the looking glass, and then falling in.