January 9th, 2011 by Conor

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January 9th, 2011 by Conor

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January 9th, 2011 by Conor

I think it’s wonderful to see the outpouring of support for Danny. I hope that all goes well and that he gets better.

Massive respect and heartfelt sympathies to Danny and everyone who loves him. Next day I’m out on the board Imma throw it down for him.

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January 9th, 2011 by Conor

Michelle thinks that the ICP (Intracranial Pressure) # is related to how much Danny loves her. Everytime she walks away she watches, anxiously, for the number to go up. It’s actually equal parts cute and funny. I made her laugh when I called her out on it.

Danny was able to Move his left Hand, Right hand and wiggle toes on both feet just a couple of minutes ago. It’s amazing that such a basic life function can feel EPIC. Two weeks ago at the Dew Tour I was been bummed out that Danny ONLY wanted to do a 900 off the 65 foot long 3rd jump. Life twists and turns in a moment.

People in Montana are nice. Or I am nicer under these circumstances. Maybe it’s both.

I am sitting here filling out Tee shirt requests and I am overwhelmed by how many people already bought them. I can’t wait to proudly wear mine. I hope everyone sends pictures in of themselves wearing them. Danny you are the Bomb!

There are 3 places you can find me throughout my exciting new lifestyle.
1) Room 207 of the Great Falls Inn
2) Lobby of the 5th floor in the Benefis Hospital
3) Bedside in room 5109 in the ICU
Beautiful women of Great Falls, Montana… Now you know.

I don’t think I realized that the swollen matter on the lookers bedside left of Danny was going to wander it’s way down to his chin area. It’s somewhat hard to imagine how it will at some point work its way out of there. I sure hope it does.

It is 6:30 in the morning right now. I made it with Michelle’s help. Danny, please stay strong for the next 8 hours. I love you and I want to hang out again. Same time, same place tomorrow? I thought so.

— Conor

January 9th, 2011 by Conor

It’s 4:02 AM. Since my last post, the night has gotten a little bit more action. I can’t take my eyes off the ICP (intracranial pressure) number. If there’s a lot going on, x-rays, noise, or anything of the sort you see the number go up. With the lights dimmed and the nurses talking in low voices the number goes down. I watch over it like a hawk. I like the mellowness of the night. Not too much conversation, less people, and a darker room. It’s calm. Keep sending those positive thoughts his way. Personally, I can’t even imagine having a website dedicated to myself and reading all of these amazing stories one day.

January 9th, 2011 by Conor

It’s 2:16 AM. Yesterday was a full day for Danny and I. We spent about 17 1/2 hours together minus the tea breaks and the nurse shift changeovers. Brandi is our nurse tonight. She just did some of the tests and got Danny to lift his left and right arm as well as move his feet-the most movement she had seen in two days. He was feeling uncomfortable and Brandi was able to communicate with him enough to figure out that it was his wedgie. Aside from the wedgie, things are going well. It’s been a mellow night. His temperature has been more naturally regulated thus far and he is on less paralytics and doing fine with that.

Elizabeth Barbiero….thanks for the good laugh. I agree, the Potterman has amazing spawn.

January 8th, 2011 by Conor

It was Thanksgiving, 2005? Time has a funny way of congealing once you hit your 30s, but I’m pretty sure it was the Fall after I’d given birth to my first child since we were all really drunk, and you’re not really supposed to be really drunk while you’re pregnant. So my mom was dating this new guy who we’d affectionately nicknamed ‘Potterman’, which if you know anything about Danny’s father is pretty self-explanatory. This was the first of what was to be quite a few epic mashups of the Toumarkine and Barbiero clans, and as a testament to all involved, despite the potential for awkward “yeah, so your Dad is boinking my mom, nice to meet you” introductions, it was – in a word…really, the best word – epic. We (my brother and I) liked Potterman well enough: He was arty without being farty, hip without being too hippie (preferred hairstyle notwithstanding). But as some – maybe most – of you might have discovered by now, it’s a sad truth that sometimes the coolest parents have the lamest kids. So my brother and I were psyched that we were going to meet the spawn of Potterman, but there was a bit of understandable trepidation. I should say here that our family affairs (and by ‘affairs’ here I mean to say holiday celebrations, though it’s probably true of everyday interactions as well) have enjoyed a long and fruitful history of falling into the ‘epic’ category. Dinner conversation (even without the booze) typically covers any given persons’ sexual history, proclivities (in and/or out of bed), food preferences, personal hygiene… though I’d like to think we’re smarter than the average bear, we’re not really ones for academic or ‘intellectual’ (in the academic sense of the word) discussion, though after a few nips we do sometimes get pretty philosophical about this crazy life…not to digress too much. Anyway, we’d heard a bit about Conor and Danny (ANOTHER Danny – our father is Daniel, our other brother is Daniel, I’m now engaged to a Daniel…it was a sign, for sure) and were hopeful that they weren’t going to be lame. Now, I could go into great detail about the meet & greet, but lest this note become a novella suffice it to say that both Conor and Danny turned out to be two of the LEAST lame guys I know. Which brings me to the Danny story I’d like to share. We’d met, we great, the meal was over, we’d all stuffed ourselves and drank like fishes, and had sat down post-dessert to play cards. The ‘grownups’ had gone to bed and we decided that a game of Asshole would nicely complement the PBR or whatever made-for-pounding crap beer we were drinking. You all know the game – officers, rules, yadda. But this game had the intensity of a Yankees-Sox playoff…after all, even though we’d all decided that the ‘other kids’ were cool, we’d never partied together which as you all know is the true test of putting one’s money where one’s mouth is. Lots of people are really cool but in grim turns of fate morph into waste-oid loser pussy d-bags when put to the Asshole test. Like, lots of people might get pissed that they fucked up when the rule was you had to eat a nasty-ass hair-covered dog biscuit. Lots of people might say, fuck you man, I just fucking met you and I’m not eating that nasty shit and try to play the weaseling out as some sort of principle-of-the-thing BS.

Let me say right here and now that Danny Toumarkine is not lots of people. Let me tell you: Danny Toumarkine is one fucking cool kid.

Not only did he eat it (literally – and really, that shit was nasty) – he did it with the gravity of a guy who knows that you just don’t fuck around when you get into a Thanksgiving game of Asshole. There are precious few moments in life when you laugh so hard you can’t do anything but let the insanity envelop you and ride it out till the shaking subsides. This was one of those moments – Danny, bless his drunk brave heart, fulfilled his duty like a man – and I think I can say that that moment was the beginning of a mutual admiration, respect, and friendship that has outlasted our parents’ relationship with each other.

I could go on about the crack crotchet Thanksgiving (really, it’s equally as good – probably better – in conveying why Danny is such an amazing guy), but since you never have a second chance to make a first impression, I just wanted to share with the Danny-loving world at large that my first impression of this kid was Platinum. However hairy or nasty the challenge may be right now, I KNOW he’ll eat that shit up and be ready to go for the next game.

January 8th, 2011 by Conor

When I first met Danny we were in 7th grade! We met a few time to go night skiing, he wanted to go skiing, and after putting up a fight becasue I can not snow board for the life of me, and having huge feet for a girl switched my skis and boots for Dannys board and boots! He made it down just fine while i was still stuck in the middle of the hill! Once I made it down, with some help from Danny yelling up at me, he wouldnt let me live it down he laughed at me for the rest of the night. I am pretty sure if we were to do that again today I would still be stuck, But Danny being the awesome guy that he I am willing to bet that would still come save me and laugh at me again!

To this day when Danny comes home and I see him he always greets me with a huge smile and a big hug! He truely is an amazing person and I have been so blessed and lucky to have met hom and spent time with him.

I wish Danny all the best and a very speedy recovery!
To Conor there is nothing like the love of a brother- I have two and we have been thru alot as you know!
Hang in there Danny is strong and a fighter!!!

Stay Strong Danny!

January 8th, 2011 by Conor

Keep sending the pics! The signs about Danny sent in to the site are awesome. email donations@dannyisthebomb.com or send the pictures to 603-496-6621.

January 8th, 2011 by Conor

Ian would like to encourage people to take pictures with signs that show Danny your love. I think it’s an awesome day to send pictures that you have taken just to show Danny your love. It’s not hard just take a picture with your phone even and send it to 603-496-6621 or email it to donations@dannyisthebomb.com