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FIGHTING WALTER REED AFTER FIGHTING THE WAR --
Thoughts from National Guardsman David Yancey.
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Fighting Walter Reed After Fighting the War
By David Yancey
I had a big anniversary last week. April 1 marked the end of two full
years I've spent at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
Like a lot of outpatients who've been here a long time, I was happy to
see the Washington Post report about the lousy conditions and the delays
and frustrations soldiers face when they're ready to leave the service.
But the bureaucratic obstacles that injured soldiers have to fight
through are still a problem, for me and a lot of others. Reforming the
disability system that keeps us hanging around for no reason -- a system
so complex that it's all but impossible for soldiers to navigate it --
is going to take longer than renovating Building 18.
I was hit while serving in Iraq with the Mississippi National Guard
early in the spring of 2005. I was the gunner on a Humvee headed toward
Baghdad. A bomb buried in the road exploded and tore our vehicle in
half. The driver lost his legs. At the time, I thought I was lucky --
the blast fractured my left femur, and severed the brachial artery and
caused major nerve damage in my right arm. It also broke several ribs,
collapsed a lung and caused traumatic brain injury. Three days later, I
was in a place I'd never heard of until I woke up there: Walter Reed.
For the first year, through several surgeries, I felt that the medical
staffers knew what they were doing, even though they did seem eager to
move soldiers out of the hospital. Living in Mologne House, the Army's
hotel at Walter Reed, I tried to cope with a manual wheelchair that I
could barely move. I nearly lost my arm a second time when it got caught
in the door to my room, rupturing my brachial artery again. My arm
filled with blood, but the doctors were able to save it. Over time, with
the help of physical therapists, I graduated from a wheelchair to
crutches to a cane. Now, with a titanium rod in my leg, I walk with a
limp.
I still can't make it more than a few blocks without needing to rest.
I've lost strength in my right arm. I suffer from migraines, memory loss
and symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder.
As my medical condition has stabilized, I have waited month after month
for the disability system to decide whether I can retire and under what
circumstances. As a soldier, if your degree of disability is rated at 30
percent, you receive monthly checks, health insurance and other
privileges. If not, you get a single severance check. And when you turn
to Veterans Affairs for benefits, you have to pay back the severance.
At this time a year ago, I thought I would be heading home after my
orthopedist wrote a narrative summary of my injuries, a step that's
supposed to trigger the disability evaluation process. The Defense
Department says soldiers should go before a medical evaluation board 30
days after that. Instead it took seven months.
I spent those months shuttling from doctor to doctor, trying to collect
all the reports and updates I needed. I went to case managers, my
platoon first sergeant and the physical evaluation board liaison officer
(called a PEBLO), who is supposed to coordinate the process. (She was
away taking classes for nearly two months last summer, and instead of my
case being assigned to another PEBLO, everything stalled until she
returned.) David Sheldon, the civilian attorney who was representing me
at no cost, wrote letters asking the authorities to move more quickly. I
asked the National Guard liaison at Walter Reed for help; I stood up in
hospital "town meetings" to complain.
It was a depressing time. The brain injury complicated my efforts to
battle the bureaucracy: I was irritable and had trouble remembering
things and concentrating on tasks at hand. Back in Mississippi, my
father, who had Lou Gehrig's disease, was in and out of the hospital,
but I couldn't be with my family much to help out. He died last March.
Finally, in October, I received my med board report; the following month
I got my disability rating. I was rated at just 10 percent for my arm
injuries. The board gave no ratings for my damaged leg, my migraines, or
my traumatic brain injury and subsequent psychological and cognitive
problems. I disagreed with the findings and asked for a formal hearing.
I spent thousands of dollars, at my lawyer's recommendation, on civilian
doctors, who wrote their own reports. We went to the formal hearing on
Jan. 17, hoping for a fairer rating. The formal board didn't reach a
decision; it wanted additional X-rays.
At this point, I contacted Rep. Tom Davis (R-Va.) and Rep. Gene Taylor
(D-Miss.), whose staffs were a big help. I didn't want to ask for
assistance; congressmen have important issues to work on. But I felt I
didn't have a choice -- my future was at stake.
In late February, I was offered a 30 percent rating. I signed the
paperwork on March 6. Then came another round of mistakes and delays --
wrong forms, missing reports, orders that didn't come through,
administrators who contradicted what other administrators were telling
me -- before I could complete my outprocessing. I could never let down
my guard. If I had signed one particular form that my outprocessing
manager insisted I had to sign, I could have lost my health insurance.
I suspect that my going outside the chain of command has caused some
repercussions. One day, I was escorted to my PEBLO's office (as if I
didn't know the way), only to learn that there was no reason to be
there. And when my medical records were returned to me last month, key
documents were missing. No one seems to know where they are.
Fortunately, I'd made copies of everything, just as friends had urged me
to do more than a year ago.
This is not supposed to be an adversarial system, but that's the way it
feels -- like another battle to fight.
I finally got my orders. I expect to leave for home next week and return
to civilian life. I hope I never have to return to Walter Reed.
davidyanceymp@yahoo.com
The writer is a sergeant in the Army National Guard. He was assisted in
the preparation of this article by Paula Span, a contributing writer to
The Washington Post Magazine.
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Larry Scott --
