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After 2016, whither democracy?
At the end of a year dominated by the politics of fear and division, a few bold individuals resolved to speak up for the values of solidarity and compassion. Here are the words of one of them: "Even with the inspiration of others, it's understandable that we sometimes think the world's problems are so big that we can do little to help. On our own, we cannot end wars or wipe out injustice, but the cumulative impact of thousands of small acts of goodness can be bigger than we imagine."
In her Christmas Day message, Queen Elizabeth gave the gentlest of warnings about letting a sense of helplessness set in and calcify the social fabric. The sentiment was expressed more pointedly on the same day by a member of the same exclusive club, the Dutch king Willem-Alexander:"The extreme seems to have become the new normal. In their search for security, groups become entrenched in their own convictions. Open conversations often become impossible. Many of us have the sense that we live in a country where nobody listens."
Historically democracy evolved to protect society from despotic monarchs wielding their power excessively. This year may well be remembered as the moment when that process turned on its head. While democracy delivered us Brexit and President Trump, unelected monarchs became the last hope for the values which elected leaders have been trampling all over. In September King Harold of Norway proclaimed his nation's diversity in a short but fiery speech that resonated around the world: "Norwegians are enthusiastic young people – and wise old people. Norwegians are single, divorced, families with children, and old married couples. Norwegians are girls who love girls, boys who love boys, and girls and boys who love each other. Norwegians believe in God, Allah, the Universe and nothing … My greatest hope for Norway is that we will be able to take care of one another." Contrast this with the splenetic outbursts of Trump, who has vowed to build walls with one country, denounced climate change as subterfuge on the part of another, proposed banning millions of Muslims from his borders and plans to weaken the authority of Nato. From Victor Orban in Hungary to Putin, Erdogan and Trump, the threat to democracy in modern times comes not from foreign despots, but from demagogues dismantling the system from within.
'Democratic deconsolidation'
In their research on 'democratic deconsolidation', Yascha Mounk and Roberto Stefan Foa identify an alarming contrast between generations: among Americans born in the 1930s, 75% believe it is 'essential' to live in a democracy, but for those born in the 1980s, the figure is closer to 25%. Trust is eroding, not just in elected politicians, but in democracy itself. As society fragments, people's confidence in the political order to secure their freedom, health and prosperity diminishes. They resent the system they are asked to participate in and make decisions that highlight its weakness. Trump won by dragging down expectations so low, and destroying any pretence of standing up for democratic values, that he became an impermeable, scandal-proof candidate, immune from the constraint of being held to account for his words.
Since the Renaissance it has been an article of faith that democratic decisions are better decisions. In 2016 we learned that this is a fragile illusion. The value of democracy is contingent on the goodwill of the electorate. Brexit was a democratic decision foisted on a government that had (and still has) little idea of how to carry it out, by a people who had little regard for the consequences. The Dutch prime minister, Mark Rutte, has spent most of the year dealing with the fall-out from a referendum in which voters demanded that he withdraw his signature from an accession treaty between the EU and Ukraine, without the faintest interest in the treaty's aims or the effect of withdrawing on the Netherlands' foreign relations. They simply wanted him to voice their disaffection with the world order.
In 2008 Barack Obama was elected president with a message of hope. He was by no means the first. But voters who have seen increasingly little material improvement in their lives have lost patience with politicians who have spent the last 40 years stripping themselves of power and endorsing the tyranny of the free market. America in 2016 is a land of lost hope, where the hopeless have taken revenge by electing the most hopeless leader imaginable. The hope is now invested, perversely, in popes and potentates. Queen Elizabeth's call for "thousands of small acts of goodness" is a reminder that such acts are still possible and necessary in a fragmented society. And Willem-Alexander's Christmas address included an appeal to people to resist the destructive forces of populist nostalgia: 'This is how we want to live here, as free and equal people … As the world around us offers us less stability, we need to hold on to what we share and protect the things that unite us.' When hereditary rulers have to defend the foundations of democracy against elected leaders, it a sign that democracy is in very serious trouble indeed.
Loneliness: the secret circle of hell
"We cannot cope alone," wrote George Monbiot in his essay on the age of loneliness, published in The Guardian two years ago. Human beings are social animals: we crave the support, approval and love of like-minded individuals. But society in the last 50 years has become steadily more atomised, with a relentless focus on individual success. The Olympics have been reduced to the singularity of winning – silver medallists cry tears of rage and act as if a close relative has died, just because one person out of thousands performed slightly better than them at an arbitrary task. We commiserate with losers rather than celebrate their contribution to the spectacle. There is no solidarity with, or appreciation for, a worthy adversary. And so it is in society: performance is paramount, failure is shameful and social status depends on meeting somebody else's measure of success, rather than the intrinsic worth of your endeavours.
The greatest failure, the biggest shame of all, is to be lonely. Stress, depression, anxiety, burnout: all these are recognised conditions nowadays and good therapeutic treatments have emerged to help people cope with them. But loneliness? Get a grip. What do you want, a prescription to take down to Aldi so you can stock up on white wine and multipacks? Lonely people are losers, sad sacks, easy prey for spurious dating websites and cowboy builders, and they only have themselves to blame. Who can fail to have a social life in a world where we are constantly being nagged to connect? We can strike up friendships with strangers on the other side of the world, have Twitter chats with our favourite celebrities and find partners online (we can even vet their social media profiles before the first date). We follow our friends on their holidays, cheer their achievements on Facebook and read their blogs. And yet many of us are lonely – profoundly lonely. We don't want to admit it, because we are under pressure to project idealised versions of ourselves. Social media amplifies this: we are on permanent display. We must be sharp, witty, insightful, passionate and provocative, keep pace with the latest news, surf the waves of outrage and wish everybody a happy birthday.
Often we don't see loneliness because it is camouflaged in the jungle of self-promotion that is social media. Recently a young woman called Louise Delage exploded onto Instagram as she toured Europe's party capitals, seemingly having the time of her life, leaving a trail of selfies emblazoned with happy hashtags in her wake. After two months, during which she had accumulated 16,000 followers, came the sting: 'Louise' had been created by an advertising agency for an addiction awareness campaign. Few of those who had been sucked into her lifestyle noticed that she had a drink in her hand in every shot, a tell-tale sign of alcoholism. But even when the secret was out, hardly anybody remarked on the other common thread running through the pictures: in the vast majority of them, as she cradles her half-empty glass, Louise is alone.
Since being widowed two years ago I have struggled to get out of the house. I am occupied with my two children from 7am until 10pm, I can't commit to any kind of regular social activity, like joining a sports club, and dating is off-limits for both emotional and logistical reasons. If I massage my schedule I can squeeze in a Skype call with an old friend (being a recent immigrant makes it extra challenging). The theatre, the cinema, the concert hall, festivals, restaurants, even the shops (apart from the local supermarket) exist in a parallel dimension. There is occasional respite when the children's grandparents come and look after them every few months. But it is hard to nourish and sustain friendships on such meagre rations of time, and impossible to strike up new ones, in a new country where I have a permanent deficit in terms of language, culture and social networks.
The depth of my social ostracism only hit home the other week when I went for lunch with a friend – not even a close friend, but somebody who'd been very generous with their time over the last two years, offered a listening ear and given some friendly advice. When I got home I was afflicted by a horrible sense of emptiness, a bitter mixture of anxiety, loss and regret. In the next few days I twice went out shopping without my wallet, locked myself out of the house and neglected to pack the mid-morning snack in one of my children's school bags. Any of these incidents on its own I would have dismissed as a minor lapse of concentration, but taken together they were evidence of a looming crisis. I spent the week moping, exhausted and irritable. On looking back it dawned on me that that lunch date in mid-September was only the second time this year that I'd sat down to eat with another adult who wasn't related to my children.
'I have binged on solitude like a seasoned drinker who discovers in his mid-fifties that he has type 2 diabetes'
It was a shock to realise how hard I found it to be alone, because growing up as an only child taught me to appreciate my own company. My mother complimented me on my ability to entertain myself, which may not have been entirely altruistic. But there is difference between solitude and loneliness. Being alone once in a while, in the context of a stimulating social life, can be refreshing and vital, an opportunity to step off the treadmill and let your mind breathe. A day spent alone at the end of a busy week is as relaxing as a glass of wine, and combining the two is possibly the best relief of all. But prolonged periods of isolation corrode the soul. I thought, having spent regular spells by myself, that I was immune to the disease of loneliness. But I have binged on solitude for too long, like the seasoned drinker who champions his ability to turn up to work the morning after a heavy session, year after year, only to be shocked in his mid-fifties by the discovery that he has developed type 2 diabetes.
Loneliness is a dim fetid corridor that deafens you with the echo of your own footsteps. Profound loneliness feels like walking around inside a plastic bubble. The difficult times aren't when you are away from people, but when you are among them and it feels as if life is going on around you but separate from you. Sometimes people come up close to the bubble; sometimes they even press their faces right into it and see you, but there is no real connection beyond than the formal interactions of shop assistants requesting and receiving money, or neighbours stopping for a 30-second chat before heading off to a proper social engagement. Their fingers prod the bubble but they cannot step inside it and you see, but do not feel, their prodding attempts at contact. And another potential connection fizzles and dies.
I know what you're thinking: there are worse diseases out there than feeling a bit isolated. But loneliness is physically as well as mentally inhibiting. In a study that followed 2000 people aged over 50 conducted over six years, those who reported being lonely had a 14% higher risk of dying. That was twice the risk for obesity. The Lonely Society, a report by the Mental Health Foundation published in 2010, said the "individualistic society" was responsible both for increased loneliness and an increase in common mental health disorders such as depression and anxiety over the last 50 years. John Carpioccio, a social neuroscientist at the University of Chicago, has gathered scientific evidence of the physiological impact of loneliness: stress hormones, a weakened immune system and lower cardiovascular function, equivalent to the damage done by smoking.
The perniciousness of loneliness is a downward spiral. You don't bother your friends with it because you don't want to be bad company. You feel everybody else is doing OK, they've got their own worries to deal with and you just need to get over yourself. If you do raise the subject, most people prefer to give superficial advice, such as taking up a new hobby, rather than getting into a situation that can be confusing, tiring and energy-sapping. And if you do find that rare person who can understands, you are terrified of leaning on them too hard and alienating them. In the end you are left with nowhere to go but inwards, into the secret circle of hell, the cold cell in the hive, that is your own diminished company.
Whether loneliness is an epidemic is a matter for the experts. Certainly it is a pervasive condition. The permanent fog of anger on Twitter, notably, gives voice to a widely-felt sense of disappointment and disaffectation. It is tied with low empathy – angry Tweeters scramble to judge anyone who makes a mistake or shows a personal weakness, and compete to see who can ascribe the most malicious motives to a simple misjudgment. They wallow in paranoia, feel quickly threatened and revel in the misfortunes of others. These are all characteristics of lonely people. But how do you fix people who are so entrenched in their unhappiness that they shun all efforts to help them?
There seems to be a tipping point with loneliness where it becomes a one-way plunge into the abyss. I have seen elderly relatives, weakened by grief, gradually withdraw from society in a ghastly pas-de-deux, as their social skills fade and those who were once close to them feel their compassion ebb and drift away. Somehow I have to keep on, for the sake of my children, and try not to think about what happens when they leave home. I don't fear death so much as the emptiness in between. So I don't want to succumb to loneliness or stay silent about it. I want to fight it the way other people fight cancer. I want my part in the drama of life to be acknowledged. I've always got by with a small social circle and thought I would be strong enough to manage on my own, but the past two years have forced me to accept that George Monbiot is right: we cannot cope alone. Without connections we wither.
Chippings from the quarry #4: Stood up
It seems ridiculous now, but there was a time when every date you went on carried the risk of the other person not showing up. In other words, you'd be stood up. Nowadays when your date doesn't appear you summon your pocket djinn, dispatch a message demanding to know where the hell they are, and it flies to their phone like a cupid's arrow dipped in poison. Either they have a good excuse, like they've just pulled over by the side of the road to administer the kiss of life to an accident victim, or they have to lie nimbly, or admit to being an inadequate person. Either way, you don't leave before you've had an explanation, and in many ways this feels like progress.
A tangled ivy of etiquette grew up around the unsavoury business of being stood up. The main scruple was how long you should wait before you abandoned hope and shuffled off. You would fidget, push the empty glassware round the table as if re-enacting a battle scene, check your watch too often and try to dodge the barman's doom-laden gaze. Your second concern was to salvage your dignity as you left, alone, humiliated and betrayed by someone who had fallen so fast in your affections that they left scorch marks on your soul. They didn't even have the basic decency to be there to absorb your wrath.
Sometimes you stayed in the bar and took a drink to console yourself, and while you were drowning your despair someone else came and sat with you, and you were so grateful for their company and their laughter and the way they swept away your disappointment that you ended up going home with them instead, and by the close of the weekend you had fallen helplessly in love like a leaf tumbling from a tree.
And then on the Monday morning your first date called your office (these being the days when speaking to people was conditional on knowing where they were, in contrast to today when our voices float in the ether) with an effusive apology and an account of whatever act of minor heroism had kept them from you, but you felt awkward and rang off the call, because while they were out saving lives the world had turned and they had fallen out of it. But they persisted, and eventually you agreed to meet for a drink on Friday after work, as friends, so you could explain how your love life had gone ex-directory. But when you saw the vulnerability in their eyes you remembered why you found them so darned attractive in the first place, and you felt your resolve washing away like sand in the morning rain.
And so you began an affair with the person you'd ditched, behind the back of the one fate had thrust on you in his place, and for a few years you faithfully tended this faithless arrangement, soaking up your friends' compliments about your successfully manicured life of marital bliss, even as you dipped out of sight to engage in hot urgent sex with your paramour. Until one day your lover died in a car accident, and you gnashed your teeth in silent mourning, and in your secret anguish you accepted your surviving partner's marriage proposal, believing it would absolve you from your grievous shame. And you lived the rest of your life in a balm of muted happiness tinged with the bitter flavour of regret, as all good marriages are.
Nowadays technological advancement has deprived us of these opportunities. If our dates don't appear we send them a snarky text message, slip out of the bar, go home and cry in the dark.
Above and beyond
Have two years really gone by, my love? When I think of us together it seems like five minutes ago and another time zone at once, as if I'm watching a live television broadcast from the medieval era.
I look through a telescope in search of you, but all I see is flickering lights. Are they anomalies of bitter heat in the cold, or is the night sky a cloak for the terrible brightness? Is it love distorting the view, or madness? Is there any discernible difference?
There is a school of thought that says that once you've taken your last breath and your consciousness fizzles out, it's as if you never existed.
I have an infinitesimal problem with that.
In one of my first letters from Magteld, a couple of months after we met, she asked when my birthday was. The missive arrived on August 31st, the morning after my 19th birthday, so I was recovering from a late night in a campsite bar swilling cheap Italian lager by the bottle. She told me hers was March 5th, and I realised that we were separated by almost exactly six months. Every horoscope I ever glanced at on the train warned me that our two star signs were cosmically mismatched, but I relished the strict rhythm our dates bestowed on the yearly cycle, like an army marching in step.
In those early years birthdays were among the few occasions when we permitted ourselves a phone call, in that not so distant time when talking across borders was prohibitively expensive. Mostly we made do with handwritten letters, so her voice on the phone took on a decadent and exotic timbre. For her 20th she visited me in Edinburgh, where we were already making plans to live together the following year. It was inconceivable then, but she was already into the second half of her life. Her 21st was an impromptu night out at the Filling Station, rustled up by her friends the day before after she let slip that her birthday was looming. Magteld was not the ceremonial type: as a child she had a reputation for drifting away from her own birthday parties. For her thirtieth I told her we were spending a quiet weekend in a B&B in Edinburgh. I drove along the M8 motorway, strained with nerves, fighting through roadworks to meet the agreed rendezvous time of two o'clock. When we got to the house asked her to knock on the door while I got the children out of the car. For a moment I feared she would refuse, but eventually she consented, with a bewildered shake of the head, and a moment later I heard a squeal as her father opened the door from the inside. It had taken months of scheming, enforced silence and under-the-radar emails to fly her whole family over for the surprise weekend. Weeks of tension evaporated in the blast of joy as she stepped into the hallway.
Early March is a capricious time, especially in Scotland, and that weekend in Edinburgh saw a late flurry of snow. We flung snowballs in the Meadows and watched Euan, less than three years old, totter excitedly across the crispy white grass. The year before we had gone to Ardaneiseig, a stubbornly hard to reach but beautiful spot by a Highland lake, and drove between snowbound peaks on a freakishly still day, when the sky was so piercingly blue it looked as if it might shatter. We had left Euan behind with his grandmother; when I came home and took the bins outside he followed me in a frenzy, terrifed I was about to vanish from his life again. It was one of the last times we went away with the two of us, but in fact we weren't alone, because Adam arrived around seven months later. As Magteld stepped out on that bright morning and breathed in the sharp air, did she felt the first twinge of life inside her?
Two years ago we were back in Edinburgh for what we knew by then would be, in the absence of miracles, her last birthday. We booked a night in a five-star hotel, wandered down to the Grassmarket and had lunch in The Last Drop, a staple of our student days, and basked in the serenity of the National Galleries. We were living ghosts passing through all the places we were about to quit, indulging ourselves in a farewell tour of the city where our lives had fused. When we returned to Glasgow our nephew had been born, exactly thirty-eight years later than Magteld. Thirty-eight years, an entire life. She got to hold him once, in her prematurely frail arms, in the hospice, and in the photograph I have they both look so vibrant and alert that it's almost obscene to think that each of them was just over a month removed from non-existence.
She should have been forty today. It's meant to be the halfway point of your life, when the sun is still high in the sky but the shadows are starting to lengthen, when you look back and reflect on how you got here, and feel the hot breath of time on your neck. There is still enough light for a few more dances and adventures, but your step is heavier and it's becoming harder to get up again when you fall.
There are still a handful of people alive who marked their fortieth birthday in wartime; plenty more who saw Neil Armstrong walk on the moon in their forties and are boldly prevailing in their eighties or nineties. Magteld left behind not just two children, but two grandmothers, in a violation of the laws of time. You're as old as you feel, they say, but my sense of age has gone numb; it feels as if I've skipped my forties and am in a kind of limbo, waiting for the clocks to restart somewhere in my mid-fifties when the children have released me back into whatever remains of civilisation. There are days when I feel like an intruder in everyday life, snatching what provisions I need before retreating to the desert of widowhood, that cold dark comforting place where no-one can follow you.
Forty is a curious age. It's an age people dread when they're young, but often look back on fondly as the high point of their capacity: the energy of youth combined with the wisdom of knowing how to use it. Look closely at a forty-year-old's face and you can still see traces of their twenty-year-old self, but also the first hints of what they might look like at sixty.
A strange time to be alive. But the alternative is absurd.
It took me several years to get David Bowie. Even now I'm not sure I do. Perhaps because my teenage years in the late eighties coincided with a lean period in his career (between China Girl and Tin Machine), or because the gaudy otherworldliness of Ziggy Stardust seemed almost calculated to alienate an achingly self-conscious teenager who sought solace in the grinding industrial chords of New Order's Substance 1987 album. The darkness in the cartoonish imagery and the richness of his imagination occurred to me later. He made connections that others couldn't see, like a chess player spotting the possible mate 12 moves ahead. He linked Earth to Mars, Ground Control to Major Tom and Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads. He tracked the changes, and wrought them. He blazed trails few people could trace, let alone follow.
Many of the tributes focused on his experimentation and ceaseless reinvention, but despite the range of his career the songs are instantly recognisable as Bowie. Nobody else could have recorded them: they were rooted in that distinctive voice, a melodious croak that trembled like a flower. His face, too, changed little beneath the make-up. It had a kind of timeless beauty, the face of a visitor from another planet; only the final photographs betray any trace of the illness that was killing him.
My first reaction when I learned of his death was to wonder why he had kept his cancer so fiercely private. It was his business who he told, of course, but contemplating the question might help us reflect on how we deal with disease and death. Bowie was an artist who spoke through his work, so I can well imagine that he had no wish to have it overshadowed by a public dissection of his health. He would be judged by his records, not the response of his body to a chemical onslaught. He didn't live to be consumed by disease: it would do its work in its own time. He gave the lie to the old cliché about living every day as if it's your last: such a miserable concession to fate was not for him. His colleague in New York, the Belgian theatre director, Ivo van Hove, said he fought and worked like a lion. The fight was not against cancer, but for his work. To a true artist that's all that counts, in the end.
A year ago I welcomed 2014, with a mix of hope and trepidation, at our home in Glasgow. We had returned the day before from spending Christmas in Norfolk with my parents and our attention now turned to our prospects for the impending year. On Hogmanay a young couple came to view our house, which had been on the market for more than four months and was now the main obstacle to our long-held ambition of moving to the Netherlands. With a fair wind, we would be celebrating the next New Year in our new house in The Hague.
Magteld had developed a troubling, nagging cough that, but for her medical history, would probably have been dismissed as a mild flu. On Hallowe'en she had been to hospital for her six-month check-up and been told there was no sign of her cancer having returned. Early in December she had taken a card and chocolates to the staff on the chemotherapy wing who had nursed her through her treatment just 12 months earlier. She was saying her goodbyes to her friends and colleagues in Glasgow, in preparation for the anticipated move. Remembering how she was then, so vibrant, considerate and full of hope, it seems unthinkable that she would live just five more months.
Her cough grew worse during our stay in Norfolk. Occasionally Magteld would retch up speckles of blood. She blamed the draughtiness of my parents' house, the winter colds that thrived in the damp west of Scotland climate, the stress of being told again and again that our house was "in the wrong area". Once it was gone, she could look forward again. Sometimes it subsided for a few hours and she would sit in a chair and declare defiantly: "My cough is gone." But never for long, and it became harder to banish the thought that there was something more sinister at work. It's easy to wonder why, when she saw the doctor in early December, she didn't press harder for a scan. At the same time I can understand Magteld's reluctance to have her worst fears confirmed. Who desires to peek into the abyss when a new branch of life is dangling tantalisingly overhead, drenched in sunlight?
The young couple who visited on Hogmanay came back a week later, and shortly afterwards we'd agreed a price for the house. In the meantime Magteld went back to the doctor and had the scan. On a Monday morning in late January we were in an estate agent's office celebrating the sale, which finally cleared the way for our epic voyage. Things started to move rapidly now: she would go to The Hague on a house-hunting mission in February, I would organise the removal van and ferry journey, and on April 25th – less than three months away – we would be on deck toasting our new life.
But we couldn't move as fast as the cancer. Magteld would not catch that ferry, and by the time April 25th came by she would be living in a hospice and confined to a wheelchair, having undergone an emergency course of radiotherapy to stave off the tumours that were erupting up and down her spine. The day after we sold the house, her doctor told her that the scan had revealed 'quite a few lesions'. Within a few weeks, the bad news was confirmed: her cancer was back, and would kill her, probably within a year. Her oncologist took me to one side and warned me that our life together in The Hague, which we had been planning for months and thinking about for years, may only extend to a few weeks. And so it proved.
I was warned that the first Christmas spent without Magteld would be tough. In the event I celebrated it warmly among her wider family: her parents, two sisters, their husbands and six children running the place ragged. Thirteen of us in total, and though the absence of the fourteenth cast a shadow, the house was full of life. Compared to that, the end of the year is a far more brutal milestone. The topography of our lives 12 months ago is unrecognisable now. Magteld's health deteriorated with bewildering speed in her last five months. She submitted herself to two courses of radiotherapy and a new round of chemotherapy – which, cruelly, alleviated the symptoms of her cancer by reducing the inflammation in her lungs, but couldn't tackle the cause. In every purported dawn was the glow of a nuclear explosion. Yet the more she went backwards, the more determined she was to look forwards. Right up until the final week of her life, when she was trying to walk again with the support of a zimmer frame. I've drawn on that spirit in the seven months since in tacking the challenges of living in a strange city, in a foreign country, where the children and I have both had to settle into new routines of life, school, and work. And it's an attitude that will, I hope, continue to guide us and give us strength through 2015.


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In one of the deadliest strikes in months, five U.S. soldiers were fatally injured by a suicide bomber Monday as they patrolled Baghdad's Mansour district. Three other soldiers and an Iraqi translator were wounded in the blast but survived, according to the BBC.
"Five soldiers paid the ultimate sacrifice on behalf of the Iraqi and American people," said Col Allen Batschelet, chief of staff of US forces in Baghdad.
"We remain resolute in our resolve to protect the people of Iraq and kill or capture those who would bring them harm."
The strike takes the number of US troops killed since the US-led invasion of Iraq in 2003 close to 4,000, says the BBC's Hugh Sykes in Baghdad.

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i have an 01 ford tuarus 3.0 no start from ingintion but will start when crank from starter
i can start it from the starter but the switch wont do anything but all the light on the dash
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The car was cranking fine 2 days ago I put some seals in and transmission because it was leaking transmission fluid I really don't think it's the ignition double checked every wire ever ground still won't start unless you manually started from the starter and it will run after you do that
Tried that got anything else
Uggggg! Let's see, Transmission work - I wonder if the Neutral Safety Switch could be out of Adjustment or is still unplugged. Will it crank if you hold the key in the crank position while moving the shifter? TopShade Tree doesn't appear to know very much about diagnostics or your Taurus. An Ignition Module is generally something that fires the Ignition Coil - this car doesn't have one. The actuator rod you mention is present on much older Ford vehicles - not the Taurus. Now, keeping in mind that the TRANSMISSION had been worked on and cranking was ok PRIOR to the transmission work - it would stand to deduce that the malfunction has to do with the Adjustment of the Neutral safety switch (Transmission Range Selector), the adjustment of the Transmission Range Selector Cable or both.
I agree with Tracy. Double check your work. Was anything left unplugged or might have been jarred loose during the work? Could any wires have gotten pinched some how? I feel your solution is in this area.
Yes I've tried putting it in every gear and cranking it nothing
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Black Canyon had a rich prehistoric past and is best known for its "Pahranagat Man". There are approximately 26 sites in Lincoln County where these Pahranagat-style motifs occur and they appear to be confined to an area within a 15-mile radius of Ash Springs, which is just north of Alamo Nevada.
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The basic styles include: Pit and Groove, Abstract Curvilinear and Rectilinear, and Representational. Also included are the Virgin River Representational, Puebloan Painted, Great Basin Painted, and Scratched.
The Pahranagat style of rock art is a distinctive style of Representational rock art, and has two iconic anthropomorphic motifs. First is the solid body motif with hands at the end of down turned arms, straight stick like legs, and circular unpecked eyes. It also has a spike like structure coming off the top of its head. This style is often called a Pahranagat Man or P-Man for short.
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There are numerous advantages to carrying your applications around on a thumb drive; for one, its a great way to get things done when youre at a computer thats not your own without storing any information on the host system. It also lets you take your bespoke settings anywhere, including active bookmarks in Firefox and multiple IM accounts in Pidgin.
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Political columnist, The Guardian. Author of This Blessed Plot: Britain and Europe from Churchill to Blair, The Iron Lady: A Biography of Margaret Thatcher, and others.
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British Conservative Party politician and prime minister (1979–90), Europe's first woman prime minister. The only British prime minister in the 20th century to win three consecutive terms and, at the time of her resignation, Britain's longest continuously serving prime minister since 1827, she accelerated the evolution of the British economy from statism to liberalism and became, by personality as much as achievement, the most renowned British political leader since Winston Churchill. Early years The daughter of Alfred Roberts, a grocer and local alderman (and later mayor of Grantham), and Beatrice Ethel Stephenson, Thatcher formed an early desire to be a politician. Her intellectual ability led her to the University of Oxford, where she studied chemistry and was immediately active in politics, becoming one of the first woman presidents of the Oxford University Conservative Association. After graduating in 1947 she worked for four years as a research chemist, reading for the bar in...READ MORE


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Well I have to admit, I find that truly bizarre lol, but I guess it's not so much the colour red that has the trade mark, more the red design itself on the shoe sole.
Opens an interesting door, perhaps you should look into getting a different colour lol, hot pink, magenta, electric blue. Surely they can't have a trade mark on just having the colour on the shoe sole, that's crazy. If you can trade mark the colour of the sole of a shoe, what's stopping someone from trade marking the shoe colour itself?
Wow, what a can of worms!
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Interested in rushing for a social sorority or fraternity? Let Marquette's chapters guide you through campus greek life.
Learn Greek. Go Greek.
Sorority: Greek letter organization for women.
Fraternity: Greek letter organization for men.
Chapter: A local group of a national sorority or fraternity.
Rush: The membership recruitment process. Marquette has a deferred recruitment policy, which means a student must have at least 12 credits or transfer credits to join a chapter.
Bid: Invitation from a chapter to join their organization.
Initiation: A traditional ritual that brings the new member into full membership.
Hazing: Mental or physical abuse or harassment of a member. Hazing is prohibited by university policy, State law and national fraternity and sorority policy.
National Pan-Hellenic Council: The governing council for nine historically African-American fraternities and sororities.
Interfraternity Council: The governing council for social fraternities.
Panhellenic Association: The governing council for social sororities.
Dreaming of the perfect sorority? Brush up on your Greek and get ready for some quality girl time.
Alpha Chi Omega
Philanthropy: Domestic Violence Awareness
Best events: Drive Away Domestic
Violence and Dodge Domestic Violence
Why they're unique: 100 percent of members are involved in other campus activities and organizations.
Alpha Omega Epsilon
Alpha Omega Epsilon
Philanthropy: Dress for Success
Best events: Founder's Day annual formal dance
Why they're unique: A professional and social sorority of women in engineering and technical science.
Alpha Phi
Alpha Phi
Philanthropy: Heart Health
Best events: Red Dress Affair
philanthropy fundraiser
Why they're unique: House holds 27 girls who keep Subway in business because it's behind the house.
Alpha Xi Delta
Philanthropy: Autism Speaks
Best events: Puzzlepalooza and Pass Xi Syrup! philanthropy fundraisers
Why they're unique: An Alpha Xi Delta is currently the National Panhellenic Conference Chair.
Delta Xi Phi
Philanthropy: American Cancer Society
Best events: Cake Eating Contest and Game Night
Why they're unique: A diverse, multicultural sorority chapter at Marquette.
Sigma Lambda Gamma
Philanthropy: TRIO program, Breast Cancer Awareness
Best events: Latino Heritage Cookout
Why they're unique: Fastest growing Latina multicultural sorority in the country.
Sigma Kappa
Philanthropy: Gerontology and Alzheimer's disease research
Best events: A Night to Remember fall gala fundraiser
Why they're unique: House is on the National Historic Home Registry.
Pi Beta Phi
Philanthropy: First Book literacy promotion
Best events: Pie a Pi Phi philanthropy fundraiser
Why they're unique: Members read with the third graders at "Our Champions Are Readers" program every October.
It's time to drop the "lax bro" stereotype and see what these fraternities have to offer.
Delta Chi
Philanthropy: The V Foundation for Cancer Research
Best event: Jimmy V Shootout basketball tournament
Why they're unique: Combines social aspects and humanitarian, philanthropic values.
Sigma Chi
Philanthropy: Huntsman Cancer Institute and Children's Miracle Network
Best events: Derby Days fundraiser
Why they're unique: Comprised of men with different temperaments, talents and convictions.
Kappa Sigma
Philanthropy: The Fischer House Foundation for military families
Best events: Spaghetti Dinner and Boat Cruise
Why they're unique: Highest average fraternity GPA.
Sigma Lambda Beta
Philanthropy: Big Brothers/Big Sisters, Latino Vote USA, The Bro. Victor Correa CPR Awareness Day, Hero Street USA
Best event: Latino Heritage Cookout
Why they're unique: Largest, fastest growing multicultural fraternity in the nation.
Omega Delta
Philanthropy: Youth Haiti
Best event: Taste of Omega Delta Potluck
Why they're unique: Multicultural fraternity and youngest fraternity on campus.
Sigma Phi Delta
Philanthropy: Marquette College of Engineering Outreach Program
Best event: Incoming freshmen engineering scholarship competition
Why they're unique: Fraternity of engineers.
Sigma Phi Epsilon
Philanthropy: Youth Aids and Domestic & Sexual Violence Awareness
Best event: Central Mall Friday Football
Why they're unique: A Balanced Man chapter at Marquette, has no formal pledge process and new brothers are automatically life-long brothers.
Philanthropy: Habitat for Humanity
Best event: Habitat for Humanity volunteer days
Why they're unique: Fraternity of engineers, scientists and architects.
Two NPHC chapter Presidents:
Quentin Menal
Year: Senior
Majors: Marketing and Entrepreneurship
Fraternity: Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc.
Why I joined: "I knew most (members) because of some pre-college programs I did at Marquette. They mentored me and guided me as I transitioned from high school to college … I respected their values. (NPHC) is a culture here, and there's a legacy at Marquette. It's lifetime membership, so you're a member forever. It's like an extended family at Marquette and across the nation."
My suggestion: "Try to get to know people in the chapter before you make a decision to join, especially for NPHC because it's a lifetime membership. You want to make sure you're making the right decision. I'd suggest doing what I did — focusing on college life first and getting acclimated to Marquette before getting into Greek life."
Isioma Nwabuzor
Year: Senior
Majors: Psychology and Political Science
Sorority: Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.
Why I joined: "I was looking for an organization to get into because I was a commuter student. I knew some NPHC members when I was in high school. When I found out Marquette had a chapter, I wanted to join. We are also the first African-American sorority founded in the world, organized only one generation after slavery; I saw those strong ideals, and they were something I wanted to align myself with."
My suggestion: "Do your research. Go on websites, read a book. Get familiar with current members — they're a true reflection of what the organization is. Do some work and make yourself known, but do service because you want to do it — not just because you think it will make you look good. Be prepared to work. Expect to put forth a great effort."
National Pan-Hellenic Chapters
Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.
Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.
Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc.
Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, Inc.
Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc.
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Saul is a tour guide that explores with Linda and Lawrence in Phineas and Ferb Save Summer. Linda and Lawrence hear about this exploring event in Saul's magazine that misspells his name as Soul (S-O-U-L). It soon becomes clear that Saul knows next to nothing about caverns.
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I'm writing this because I know I'm not mad, but if I don't tell anyone about what happened, I may not be sane for long. I'm just gonna start from two months ago when Molly died and my life changed. Nearly all of us have a friend we can truly rely on, one which knows how you feel and think without ever exchanging a word. A friend that no matter how bad things got, would stand beside you and smile to let you know that you're not alone. My friend was Molly.
I knew something was wrong when Molly didn't turn up for our A-Level classes and didn't answer any of my texts or calls for two days. My Dad gave me a lift to Molly's house after school, but when we got there, it was closed off with police tape. The next day, the local papers front lines read, "man beats daughter to death with wrench, then hangs himself". I was distraught; I didn't leave my room for three days. My life stopped and I was instantly reduced to a curled up ball on my bed sobbing profusely. I knew Molly's dad slapped her around every so often, whenever I spoke to her about it, she would always brush it off or ignore it. I never thought that bastard father of hers would ever cave her skull in with his work tools.
Molly's mother died when she was very young, so her aunt came to arrange her funeral. She invited everyone in Molly's class to pay their respects. The service was beautiful or as one could be at a funeral. Though it was a closed coffin funeral, Molly's aunt told everyone that she was wearing the dress she would have worn to the prom that year. My heart broke again when I heard it, it was barely a month ago when we had gone and brought matching dresses. Molly was buried beside her mom in an old local cemetery; her dad was buried in a different one not far away. After the funeral, I began losing interest in my studies, TV, music and going out. I often missed school and had frequent calls about my lack of attendance. Molly was such a major part of my life and now she's gone I feel as if there is a void left which can never be filled.
After a month of mainly living silently in my room and barely going to school my mom came to my room and spoke to me. She convinced me that I needed to keep going on with my life and that Molly would have wanted me to do so. With time I began to study again, I even found the fountain pen Molly had lent me in the last class we had together. It brought a smile to my face to see it again. I felt the need to see my friend once more; I needed to tell her I was doing fine and that I miss her. On the way home from school one day I bought a small bouquet of flowers and made my way to the cemetery. That's when I felt it. From the moment I walked through the gates of the cemetery I felt a strange feeling, as if the warmth of my body was being drawn out of my skin ever so slowly. I remembered feeling this slightly on the day of molly's funeral but I could have sworn it was the cold weather.
As I walked along the gravel path to get Molly's grave, the feeling intensified. I began to shiver and tremble as the heat was leached from my body. My breath misted and my hands went numb, all I wanted now was just to lay my flowers on Molly's grave and leave. I looked about over the weathered and aged tombstones but saw nobody else around, yet I felt there was someone watching me. Very, very, closely. I could only describe it as the type of gaze a wild animal gives to a human, studious and analysing, searching for weaknesses. After many long seconds had passed, I reached Molly's grave.
The flowers fell from my numb hands and my knees buckled. I fell face down on Molly's grave. All my strength abandoned me and vision blurred as I slipped from consciousness. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the strange scratch marks across Molly's tombstone and a shadow of a figure standing behind me.
I don't know how long I was out, but I woke up in a dimly lit room struggling to breathe, feeling colder than I had ever been in my life. When my eyes adjusted I let out a choked shriek. A slender creature with tight charcoal black skin straddled my chest with its claw like hands coiled around my throat barely allowing me to breathe. Drool fell from the corners of its enormous mouth, filled with needle like teeth as it stared deep into my eyes with the large bloodshot eye in the center of its face. I thrashed and kicked but the creature's grip only tightened. Then spoke in its hissing and ghastly voice "Centuries I have languished in the shadows of burial grounds, feeding on the scraps of souls left in the corpses, but now your entire soul will restore me"
The creature began to squeeze harder on my throat and I felt the blood in my head build up in pressure. I began to feel faint again as the life slowly began to slip from me. Thinking quickly I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out a pen. I felt its shape in my fingers and knew it was the fountain pen that Molly had lent me. As fast as I could I flicked off the lid with my thumb and with whatever pitiful amount of strength I had left, I drove its tip into the monster's eye. The pointed nib sank through the gelatinous orb in the creature's head causing it to throw itself back off me and spastically thrashed around screeching. The long claw like nails on the creatures elongated bony fingers sliced across my forearm leaving four stinging gashes. My strength returned and my lungs filled with air once more. I quickly got to my feet and backed away from the monster writhing and flailing on the ground. I saw a coffin in the centre of the tiny room and behind it was a small door slightly ajar allowing a small band of light to illuminate the mausoleum. I bolted for it, running around the other side of the coffin avoiding whatever the fuck that thing was and shouldered the door open. Without looking back I ran out of the mausoleum and found myself on the far side of the cemetery. I didn't waste any time, I wasn't feeling cold nor was I feeling weak anymore, but I wasn't going to give that creature another chance to kill me. Clutching my blood soaked arm I sprinted for the gates, tears falling from my eyes as I ran.
When I arrived home Mom and Dad took me to hospital that night to get my arm stitched up. They didn't believe me when I told them about what happened to me in the cemetery. I convinced my dad to search the mausoleum that I described to them. But my dad and his friend went they only found its door to be securely locked. I'm now frequently visiting a psychological therapist as my parents are under the impression I deliberately harmed myself so that I could deal with the depression of losing my best friend. At times I think they may be right and that I did harm myself. I may have made an elaborate fantasy in my head to escape my depression. But when I wake almost every night trembling and drenched in cold sweat to the same nightmare, in which I'm being strangled by the terrifying thing, I think otherwise. I know I'm not mad, but nobody believes a word I say.


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Documenting the Open Web by Google Doctype
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Stella, it's John. Look, I know you know that was my SUV outside your place. I'm not an idiot. After everything, I thought you'd give me more credit than that. You know what? It's fine. I understand that I've lost your respect. Honestly, I don't care. I'm just glad you're okay.
There's something I need to tell you. I wanted to tell you in person. That's why I sat there day after day in that dumb SUV. I thought you'd come down with a baseball bat [EDITOR note: or jijitsu or an ancient dagger??] and we'd have it out, and then Wayland would just think I'd slipped up and had gotten caught, and I'd have a chance to tell you.
Stella, I've known you since you were a little kid. Pretty much your whole life. Yes, I was following Wayland's orders, keeping you in that ridiculous casino, which I always hated, by the way. But I was also protecting you from Wayland. Is that really so hard to believe? And now, after everything, I can see that you don't need my protection any more.
Stella, I did something that's going to get me into big trouble. I want you to know that I did it for you. I hope it changes the way you think of me. And I hope it makes you happy.
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'Wicked' Movie Finally Gets a Release Date!
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Mariah Carey's romantic "Infinity" has seemingly been reset after calling it quits with Nick Cannon.
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On Thursday, Mark Wahlberg made Ted fans very happy. While promoting his new film, Broken City, the actor gave an update on the sequel to his hit 2012 comedy. Oscar host and Ted director Seth MacFarlane is currently writing the script for Ted 2, Wahlberg has signed his deal to reprise his role and the actor will next be seen presenting an award at this… More »
Celebuzz knows what those Housewives are desperate for—cutting-edge gadgets.
Several residents of Wisteria Lane turned out to Beverly Hills for the launch of the entertainment industry's Jesus Phone: The Blackberry Bold.
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Mariah Carey and husband Nick Cannon made a splashy appearance at The Bank nightclub at Las Vegas' Bellagio casino on Saturday night.
The curvaceous Carey squeezed herself into one of her famous bodyhugging dresses.
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At the MTV Movie Awards, Brett Ratner very confidently revealed the actor in mind to star in the Hugh Hefner biopic that he's looking to get off the ground. The X-Men: The Last Stand director said of Iron Man star Robert Downey Jr., "That's who I really want!"However, with no script in place, talk is… More »


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By Christine Dugas, USA TODAY
Home prices are likely to spring back in the coming months, the National Association of Realtors predicted Thursday after reporting that median prices fell in 73 metro areas in the final three months of 2006.
Last year "was the year of contraction," said David Lereah, the NAR's chief economist. "When we get the figures for this spring, I expect to see a discernible improvement in both sales and prices."
Even in an overall sluggish fourth quarter, 71 areas had price gains, the NAR said. And 14 of those areas saw double-digit year-over-year percentage gains.
CHARTS: Median home prices in 149 metro areas, home sales by state and metro areas ranked by 5-year appreciation
"At least the bottom appears to have already occurred," says Lawrence Yun, an NAR economist. "It looks like the figures will be improving. Whether or not that will be sustainable is a different question."
Nationwide, the median sales price for an existing single-family home fell to $219,300 in the fourth quarter, down 2.7% from the same period in 2005.
Several once-sizzling markets in Florida continued to see price declines. The Sarasota-Bradenton-Venice area was worst hit; prices fell 18% in the fourth quarter.
Still, the NAR pointed out that despite the recent downturn in prices, gains for typical single-family homes the past five years have been robust in many metro areas — and explosive in others. In Riverside-San Bernardino-Ontario, Calif., for example, prices have soared 155.3% in the past five years.
Other parts of California have yet to benefit. In the inland areas, many builders who are struggling to move new-home inventory have caused prices to fall sharply, says Leslie Appleton-Young, chief economist of the California Association of Realtors.
Such price drops, though, are starting to lure buyers, a trend that could help lift the overall housing market. "Buyers are responding to seller pricing and incentives, and there's pent-up demand as a result of buyer hesitation in the second half of 2006," says Pat Vredevoogd Combs, the NAR's president.
Among the areas that reported the biggest gains at the end of last year was Atlantic City, which saw a 25.9% jump in home prices in the fourth quarter, compared with the same period in 2005. And Trenton-Ewing, N.J., enjoyed an 18.9% rise in prices. It could post even better results this year.
"Interest rates remain extremely reasonable, and the buyers are out there and they're buying; they're not just shopping," says Rosalie Daniels, broker-owner of RE/Max TriCounty in Hamilton Township, on the outskirts of Trenton. Written contracts for home sales in January 2007, Daniels says, are 35% ahead of the pace of January 2006.
Low mortgage rates should also help boost sales. The average 30-year fixed rate for 2006 was 6.40%; it's now 6.30%, Freddie Mac said Thursday.


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So this is the Andrew Shaw story: he plays two years of junior for the Niagara Ice Dogs of the OHL and isn't drafted, largely because of his small size. He plays one more year for the Owen Sound Attack and gets noticed because he has a great playoff (17 points in 20 games), including seven in four games to lead all scorers at the 2011 Memorial Cup.
The Chicago Blackhawks grab him with the 119th pick of the 2011 entry draft and by the middle of his first pro season, is shuttling between the team's AHL affiliate in Rockford and the NHL. After two years, he becomes a full-time member of the Blackhawks and on Wednesday night, soared into the limelight in two distinct ways.
First, Shaw scored the triple-overtime game-winner against the Boston Bruins to give the Blackhawks a 1-0 lead in the best-of-seven Stanley Cup final. Then, in the exuberance of a post-game interview with NBC's Pierre McGuire, he inadvertently dropped an F-bomb into the conversation. Oops.
"Slip of the tongue," apologized Shaw, afterward.
Shaw is a sort of lesser-known Brad Marchand in this series, a 5-foot-10, 180-pound winger who spent most of the opener trying to bang his body into the 6-foot-9 Bruins defenceman Zdeno Chara. He is fearless the way NHL pests need to be. These love-em-if-they're-on-your-side sorts of players can sometimes be merely irritating. Then there are a few, such as Marchand, who can annoy and play a little, too. Shaw seems capable of falling into that latter category, players who tend to be invaluable at this time of year, when energy can often be in short supply.
"I take it as a compliment," said Shaw, of the fact that he is constantly described as an irritant by the opposition. "It's how my game has developed throughout my career. It's what's got me here and I've got to stick to it."
Certainly, you can tell that Shaw is popular with his teammates in the way they mercilessly tease him at every opportunity. One reporter described Shaw as a handful on the ice and defenceman Brent Seabrook immediately interjected: "He's a handful in the dressing room too."
"Yeah, I sit next to him," continued forward Patrick Kane. "There's times where I almost got to tell him to shut up because he just asks questions and doesn't stop talking when you're next to him there in between periods.
"He's a kid that I think he got passed over twice in two drafts. We picked him up in the fifth round. He came in the next year and played.
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"He does a lot of good things for us, whether it's hits, being an agitator, even scoring goals. He probably scores more goals off his shin pads than he does his sticks. I'm sure he'll take them, and we will, any way we can get them."
Only a handful of players were available for interviews Thursday on the first of two off-days before the series resumes here Saturday. Shaw wasn't one of them, and neither was the Bruins' Nathan Horton, who left the opener with an undisclosed upper-body injury, believed to be a shoulder issue.
Bruins' coach Claude Julien listed Horton as day-to-day and provided no further update as to his status for the next game. If he can't play, the Bruins will likely stick with the adjustments they made mid-game Wednesday, which involved moving Tyler Seguin back to his former line with Patrice Bergeron and Marchand; and bumping Jaromir Jagr over to the David Krejci-Milan Lucic line.
It would also mean a second one of their reserve forwards would be pressed into service – Jordan Caron, Carl Soderberg or Jay Pandolfo. Kaspars Daugavins is already in, replacing Gregory Campbell, out for the season with a broken leg.
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Tongue-tie awareness and early treatment campaign(67 Posts)
I'd like to suggest a campaign to help midwives, doctors, health visitors and lactation consultants to identify tongue-tie (much much) more reliably, and to get all maternity and HV services providing facilities to treat it early. It's chronically misdiagnosed and then frequently not treated, or treatment is very delayed, leading to all sorts of problems with BF, infant health, mother-baby bonding and PND. Discussion of the Day thread here has some really dreadful experiences. Given the amount that goes into promoting BF, it seems mad not to get a better grip on such common and soul-destroying issue. WHo agrees?
Count me in.
When my first was born with tt the midwife fought to get us a hospital apt two weeks on.
When my second was born with a tt they said they could do the snip at the same hospital. What they didn't say was that it wouldn't be for 6 weeks so when we turned up for the apt the consultant refused to make the cut saying it should be done in the first week. I dug my heels in and broke down into tears and she gave way. But I had the advantage of knowing what the procedure is like for the relatively minor tt both mine had.
More support is definitely needed but it HAS to include the oral surgeons.
lookout we did a 480 mile round trip last week to get ds1's tongue and lip revised in Huddersfield. After an incorrect revision at the beginning of the year, I wanted to make sure it was done properly this time. If you are able to make the trip, it is worth it IMO.
But parents shouldn't be having to do things like this!!!!
Message withdrawn at poster's request.
Obviously I can't predict what troubles your son may or may not have, but to give you some idea, ds1 had tongue tie/lip tie and high palate.
We have just had tongue and lip revised and he is going to undergo the first phase of orthodontic treatment shortly to expand his palate and even up the jaw sizes.
He will need to wear headgear at night to bring his face out (can't think of any other way to put it!) because his facial structure is not developing correctly. This is due to mouth breathing (he can't breathe through his nose very well, I think because the high palate encroaches on the space for the nasal passages) and tongue thrusting because of the incorrect swallowing produced by the tongue tie.
I asked my NHS dentist a while back about the high palate and he just shrugged and said it wasn't a problem. No doubt he would wait until he is 12 or so then pull teeth to get them all to fit.
Are you familiar with Dr Brian Palmer's work?
Okey smokey, I've emailed Mumsnet HQ to ask what has to happen for this to be adopted as an official campaign. Great to see so much support, although not great too obv...
While we're waiting for the verdict from MNHQ, can we do a poll of campaigning offers? What would you be able/willing to offer in support of a campaign? Here's my kick start for a roll call and offer list:
MoJangled: DS 80% tongue tie, divided at 3w, now 22mo and still symptomatic but referral refused. Can draft policy, write letters, meet MP/Ministers.
Me too. In the hospital dd wouldn't latch but paed. said dd was chewing not sucking but that she didn't have tt (it was posterior; also has upper lip tie) and i should just keep pressing the screaming baby to my breast until she go the hang of it: 'she'll never learn' if she's in the cot.
I am a trained and qualified nanny and maternity nanny who is capapble of supporting a mum to latch, however after birth (where unfortunately control is so often handed over to others), no sleep and generally feeling overwhelmed or have time to research or think straight, I just deferred to those around me (as so many mums do). I had MONTHS of supply issues, not leaving the house, dd's reflux, miserable time and miserable baby (and now guilt).
There are so many vulnerable mums and babies out there who switch to formula solely because of this issue (including those who are not pushy and/or can't afford to get it sorted).
I am shocked and appalled at what seems to be the complete absence of knowledge, training and the actual misinformation given out by the NHS to new mums about this issue. The fact that some mums KNOW they are dealing with tt but the NHS makes them doubt themselves or just refuse to acknowledge it is so distressing. (any good NHS stories out there for another thread?!)
There should be national standards and options e.g. same advice whether to snip, age of snip with or without anaesthetic etc. All those who check or come in to professional contact with newborns should be aware of tt and know who to go to to be properly and swiftly (so baby can feed asap) diagnosed and treated if needed. It would be so simple to end all this grief.
Are we allowed to give out short info. leaflets to maternity units/gps/hvs/midwife's at midwife appointments and do this repeatedly as probably too busy to look most of the time. Include how difficult it is to spot. What leaflets though? go to mp surgery.
Fab whenwill , your knowledge base will be invaluable for informing what we should be asking for and suggesting solutions. Likewise mawbroon obviously a guru. Fancy sticking yourselves on the roll call?
I'm in.
I only knew to check DS for TT after my SiLs horrendous experience with her DC1. We ended up having DSs snipped privately within a week, neighbour with same age baby had to wait until her DS was 8 weeks to have it done in hospital, by which time she was in bits.
There's a ridiculous amount of misinformation and accepted old wives tales about TT amongst HCPs, they don't even seem to agree amongst themselves!
The Back To Sleep campaign has had a massive and long lasting effect, and of course TT isn't a safety issue, but it shows how a campaign started by one mum can make a huge difference.
Re-educating HCPs about TT could make a huge change to BF stats and of course improve all the associated issues such as reflux and speech/jaw problems etc.
Rant over...
Reflux is linked?!
Nobody ever told me that. I was expressing, and DS would regularly bring up whole feeds. Was horrendous.
Yes, reflux is linked
Dr Kotlow is one of the leading experts on tt
Both my sons had tongue tie that prevented breast feeding, we had a miserable time trying, having lived under two PCTs there is no consistent referral procedure and it is not taken seriously enough, I agree it should be included in the initial checks before leaving hospital, I would also support any campaign
Count me in. I could recount ds1's story over and over! He has had almost every symptom that there is of untreated tongue tie!
And me! DS had a 100% TT & couldn't move his to hue at all. It still took 8 HCP & six weeks before I got it sorted. Went privately in the end & they were shocked I had managed to feed at all.
Ive seen at least two friends stop BFing because of TT. One won't try to feed the next one at all. Both were missed initially.
Thanks for directing our attention to this one - sorry to see that so many of you have experienced poor diagnosis/treatment.
The campaigns team is rather snowed under at the moment with upcoming activity on our miscarriage and rape awareness campaigns (lots happening over the next couple of months), so we're unlikely to be able to do anything high-profile on this for now, I'm afraid.
We're very happy for you to organise among yourselves using Mumsnet as a base, and we can help push things out for you using Twitter and Facebook and so on. We have found in the past (the 'Career women make bad mothers' bus campaign and the Respite for Riven campaigns being cases in point) that MNers are often at their most fearsome and effective when they take ownership of something.
Do let us know if there's anything specific you think we can do (report your post to make sure that we see it) and we will do our best to help out. And when things are a bit less frantic (probably in the new year) we will have another look to see whether there are extra ways we can help out.
My son was born 5 days ago and he had difficulties with breastfeeding from the beginning. My wife suspected a tongue tie and this was confirmed by the visiting midwife. We where told that it will take at least 10 days to get this removed via the NHS. We found a recommended specialist, who came round investigated and removed the tongue tie on day 3 of our sons live. We are really happy as the results where visible immediately. He can suck better and for the first time he had much longer periods of proper sleep. I think it was well worth to get this done privately rather than wait for 2 weeks or more.
Count me in. Will post full details at a more sensible hour!
I've been struggling to BF my 10 week old son on one side and it was suggested yesterday at the breast feeding clinic that he might have tongue tie. This is after a horrific weekend of mastitis.
Is the procedure painful? Is it worth me trying some other positions etc before asking for a referral?
If he's got tongue-tie, you'll want to get it looked at. There are issues beyond BF, including improper jaw development which can lead to dental problems in adults. (I had this; to say it was not fun to fix is a big understatement -- fear of putting DD through the same thing is what kept me continuing to look for a solution when everyone said she was fine.) It can also impact weaning -- some babies don't show much trouble BF but then have huge difficulties with solids as their tongue can't move things around their mouths properly.
Make sure you find someone knowledgeable. As I said upthread, many health professionals are insufficiently versed in TT. The person you find show know about both anterior AND posterior ties, should be able to revise them WITHOUT general anaesthetic (not necessary for children of any age, no matter that some say older babies need it), and should provide information for proper aftercare (stretching and tongue exercises).
Please can everyone read, sign and share with others our petition to get Lip Tie checked at birth: epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/44390.
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Signed and shared the petition via my Facebook. I think they should be checking for lip tie and tongue tie at birth, it would be quite straightforward I think to check for it and I don't think people are very aware of it. I never heard of it until I saw something about it on MN and realised my son had lip tie!
Have just signed with much gratitude that this is being addressed. My ds, now 16, was (in retrospect) a classic case; v grumpy, windy baby, I developed severe mastitis before I had even been discharged from midwives, despite having had no problems breastfeeding my older two dds. Ds didnt speak until he was well past his 3rd birthday, except for a few words which I realise now are words which require less tongue mobility than others (eg 'car', bless him!). Noone at anytime checked him for tongue tie - I knew nothing about it myself (which of itself upsets me as I was always pretty informed otherwise). Could have wept on Sunday night watching 'Call the Midwife' when, referring to a baby who was having trouble latching on, Sister Evangelina ordered 'Check him for tongue-tie'. If only she'd been on my local team (who hardly ever bothered to check on us anyway as 'Oh he's your third, you don't need us' .
Only when he was about 12 when DS was having braces fitted was it noticed. When he was given the night retainers they had to be snipped around the tongue-tie as the bottom one was rubbing the webbing and hurting. He's never been very chatty which we put down to being surrounded by talkative sisters but he has explained to me he often can't be bothered because it is an effort. His French teacher complains that though his written work and grammar are excellent he is 'lazy' in oral work, not joining in discussions - feel a bit precious saying its his tongue!
I'm just cross that this wasn't picked up and dealt with at neonatal stage. I can't help but feel that a very difficult baby and toddler may have had a happier start in life otherwise!
Both my DDs had tongue ties, DD1 was diagnosed early but we had to wait a month for it to be snipped by which time I had had dreadful issues with feeding (and a horrible bout of mastitis) and breast feeding was not successful beyond a couple of weeks.
DD2 was diagnosed and snipped on the day she was born although that is mainly because I asked if someone could check. DD2 was breast fed until weaning at six months and I stopped when I was ready to.
A friends DS has had a tongue tie snipped today age 6, much simpler when they're tiny babies.
I'd like to bump this up.
I'm a regular on the breast/bottle feeding board, and there are so many women who, thanks to people on the Internet, are discovering the reason they're having pain/their baby isn't latching/ baby is losing weight etc is due to tongue and/or lip tie.
This is a serious issue, and is woefully missed by a ridiculous number of healthcare professionals.
Both my DC were checked before leaving hospital - both had their ties - severe - missed.
There needs to be education for healthcare professionals. There needs to be a quick route to get these ties properly revised.
There needs to be an end to 'oh, they can stick their tongue out/posterior ties/upper lip ties don't cause issues/ it's just a short tongue'.
My DS ended up hospitalised at 2 weeks due to a 15% weight loss because of the undiagnosed tie. I'm not alone. Not by far.
This is a huge issue and needs highlighting.
I saw my sons tie the night he was born and all medical staff refused to look or accept it could be a problem even the breast feeding midwife just looked at his latch and said it was fine! It bloody wasn't! It took me pushing my GP to get referred at DS was snipped at 3 weeks old the consultant that snipped it said it was severe and he wished more babies were sent that young most babies he saw were over 6 months! I told him how awfal the hospital was and he was angry. It's the maternity services refusing to even accept this! Sooo cross! If I hadn't known about it (due to my tie) I would have given up breast feeding, such a shame and a disgrace in fact! So BUMP from me too!
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