Showing posts with label Kristin Giannas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristin Giannas. Show all posts

Monday, September 29, 2014

My best friend's heart transplant...


"Drs have accepted a heart. Goin in for surgery around noon."

The text message came from Stavroula's mom at 6:54 AM.

I raced to the hospital and was able to see my best friend before she went in.

I watched her sign the consent form, as she gave the surgeon instructions of where to put her icon of Saint Savva

Stavroula took a leap of faith yesterday.

The 12 hours we spent waiting- counting each time the door opened- hoping it was one of the surgeons with an update- that was the part that tested our faith.  

A priest, another friend, that sweet lady from church who passes the money tray around- each visitor another voice begging God for a miracle. 

5:46 PM:  Stavroula's surgeon, Dr. Alfred Asante-Korang walked in.

"Everything is going nice in there," he said, "you guys keep your prayers. The heart will be here soon."

This was Stavroula's third heart transplant since she was born - a risky surgery according to several top hospitals across the nation that denied her requests for treatment. 

I left the waiting room to walk around, and heard Stavroula's yiayia (grandmother), reading a prayer in Greek. 

"Yperaghia Theotoke soson imas," she said with reverence, standing next to the window by the elevators.

"Yperaghia Theotoke soson imas," translates to "Most Holy Theotokos, save us."

I walked over and stood beside her as she read from her little red prayer book. 

When she was done she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said she wasn't just praying for Stavroula, but all the kids in the hospital.


Stavroula made it through the surgery.

She slept through the night with no complications.

At one point they woke her up to see if she was alert and then put her back to sleep. 

"It's better that way, so she doesn't feel the pain and keeps the anxiety under control," her mom said in a text message today.

They're going to wean her off the breathing machine and wake her up tonight.

She still has a long way to go, but my best friend is alive. 

May God give her strength. 


Visiting Stavroula in the weeks before her transplant 



Sunday, September 29, 2013

GREEK FEST 2013

UPDATE:  Local 6 did a special segment on Greek Fest and yes, I got to wear my costume to work. 
Check it out here: OPA




Video from dance practice today:


Last year was my first year performing with Orlando's Hellenic Dance Troupe.
IT WAS AWESOME.
(I love the costumes)







Saturday, September 28, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

"On the eve of the anniversary of that sad date..."

Evan Vucci/Pool/Getty Images

Last night I met a friend for dinner in Winter Park. 
It was shortly after 9 when I realized the President was addressing the nation on Syria. 
I grabbed the closest waiter and asked him to put on the news, (there were several televisions above the bar). 
For the next ten minutes or so, my friend and I read the closed captioning as it scrolled across the screen:

"However, over the last few days, we've seen some encouraging signs, in part because of the credible threat of U.S. military action, as well as constructive talks that I had with President Putin, the Russian government has indicated a willingness to join with the international community in pushing Assad to give up his chemical weapons..."

I was sitting at the edge of my seat, waiting to see if this meant we wouldn't be striking Syria: 

"I have therefore asked the leaders of congress to postpone a vote to authorize the use of force while we pursue this diplomatic path. I'm sending Secretary of State John Kerry to meet his Russian counterpart on Thursday, and I will continue my own discussions with President Putin..." 

It was after reading "Putin" I felt a tap on my shoulder. 
It was the manager. 
He was holding a remote control and proceeded to tell me that he had to change the channel because the waiter wasn't aware of the restaurant's policy.
I sat there silent and confused.
The manager went on to say that their TV policy was to not put anything on that's controversial, anything that could potentially upset people and cause arguments. 
Huh?
This isn't a political debate, it's the President of the United States addressing the nation on whether or not we're going to war with another country. 
I understand the polls show most Americans don't care about whats happening in Syria, but what saddens me is that as a society we have become so concerned with not upsetting anyone that we're ignoring reality. 
We're throwing a blanket over the truth because it "keeps the peace." 

On the eve of the anniversary of September 11, I was very disturbed by this encounter because we should know better.
We should want to know WHY our leaders are making their decisions, what we're fighting for, and who we're defending. 

I remember twelve years ago, walking around my neighborhood in Queens, and interviewing people with my purple tape recorder. 
I grew up in New York- and almost everyone knew someone who was killed, or survived the attacks on the World Trade Center. 
I asked my neighbors what they thought needed to be done after so many fellow New Yorkers were murdered by terrorists.  
I remember that's when I realized I wanted to be a news reporter.

Yesterday, His Holiness Patriarch Kirill of Moscow, sent a message to Obama, expressing his concern over the plans of the US army to strike Syria and the fate of Christians in the Middle East.

He mentions September 11, and the price of human sufferings and losses.

In my opinion, we shouldn't ignore the past and present because it's easier on the eyes and soul. 

We must listen to our neighbors, hear what world and religious leaders have to say, and when our president is addressing the nation, and all the news networks are broadcasting his speech, we should make every effort to watch.

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His Holiness Patriarch Kirill’s appeal to US President Mr. Barack Obama regarding the situation in Syria

September 10, 2013


His Excellency Mr. Barack OBAMA
President

United States of America


Your Excellency, Dear Mr. President,
The tragic events in Syria have raised anxiety and caused pain in the Russian Orthodox Church. We receive information about the situation there not from the news reports but from living evidence coming to us from religious figures, ordinary believers and our compatriots living in that country.
Syria today has become an arena of the armed conflict. Engaged in it are foreign mercenaries and militants linked with international terrorist centres. The war has become an everyday golgotha for millions of civilians.
We were deeply alarmed to learn about the plans of the US army to strike the territory of Syria. Undoubtedly, it will bring ever greater sufferings to the Syrian people, first of all, to the civilian population. An external military intervention may result in the radical forces coming to power in Syria who will not be able and will not wish to ensure inter-confessional accord in the Syrian society.
Our special concern is for the fate of the Christian population of Syria, which in that case will come under the threat of total extermination or banishment. It has already happened in the regions of the country seized by militants. An attempt made by the armed groups of the Syrian opposition to seize the town of Ma’loula whose residents are predominantly Christians has become a new confirmation of our concerns. The militants keep shelling the town in which ancient Christian monasteries are located – the sites of special veneration by the faithful all over the world.
The Christian hierarchs of Aleppo, Metropolitans Paul and John Ibrahim, have been held captive by militants since April 22. Nothing is known about their fate despite of the fact that a number of religious figures appealed to the leaders of their states to help to release them.
I am deeply convinced that the countries which belong to the Christian civilization bear a special responsibility for the fate of Christians in the Middle East.
No doubt, the current Syrian crisis needs to be settled with the participation of the international community. In this regard, I consider it important to use the opportunities which have opened for a diplomatic settlement of the conflict. These opportunities imply the international community’s control over the chemical weapons in Syria.
The Russian Orthodox Church knows the price of human sufferings and losses since in the 20th century our people survived two devastating world wars which claimed millions of lives and ruined many people’s lives. We also regard as our own pain the pain and losses the American people suffered in the terrible terrorist attacks on 11 September 2001.
On the eve of the anniversary of that sad date, I appeal to you to lend your ear to the voices of religious leaders who unanimously oppose any military interference in the Syrian conflict and to make every effort for the soonest commencement of peace negotiations.
Yours faithfully,
+KIRILL
PATRIARCH OF 
MOSCOW AND ALL RUSSIA


Photo: (REUTERS/Sergei Gunyeev/Ria Novosti/Pool)

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Closest or cleanest

I don't know why I always do this to myself. 
I decide to drink a gallon of water en route to a story that's in the middle of nowhere. 
I swear I thought I was going to pee my pants before the 6:00 news. 
My photographer must have seen the pain behind my eyes because he broke down the truck faster than the lightning that almost killed our live shot. 
"Closest or cleanest," he asked.
"CLOSEST!" 
I didn't care what the gas station looked like- as long as it had a toilet. 
I must say, the sign outside the women's restroom was...comforting.


Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go. 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Three little birds


I was reporting out in Daytona Beach tonight.
Live at 6 with a story about a beach patrol officer who has been put on paid administrative leave after he allegedly shared  racially charged Trayvon Martin cartoons on his Facebook page.
I filmed the interviews, edited the story, fed it back to the station via FTP, and just before the 6, a photographer met me out at the beach to run my live shot.
All that being said, I was able to drive myself back to Orlando as soon as I finished going live.
The weather was terrible.
Severe thunderstorms with crazy lightning the entire way back. 
By the time I got to the station, unloaded the gear, put the keys to the news van back in the cabinet and got in my car, it was late. 
Friday night plans...shot. 
For the past hour, as I listened to the sound of rain drops hit the windows in my apartment- I did the dumbest thing I could possibly do alone on a Friday night. 
Go on Facebook.
The cliff notes version of my Facebook news feed- vacations, engagements, marriages... 
So this brings me to my next point.
I'm adopting three finches.
I thought about getting a dog, but realized it would probably die in my apartment because I'm never home.
Tomorrow I'm picking up a bird cage from a lady named Judy who lives in Winter Park.
I found her on Craigs list - she's selling it for 15 bucks.
As I ponder the fact that I'm going to be a bird lady at 24, I'm realizing just how much you sacrifice when you're in this career, starting with a social life. 
But that's not everything. 
I have a lot to be grateful for. 
I'm learning not to worry about the little things... 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

Awkward Kristin





My friend Andi decided to advertise one of my most awkward moments on Facebook and YouTube. You would think a stunt like the one captured above was done on purpose--but as the girl in the Florida sweatshirt behind the printer, I, Kristin Giannas, can promise you... this was real life. I'm really just that awkward.

So on the day of the above video, I was in the basement of Weimer Hall, and had locked myself in a dark, cold, editing cave to work on a project for one of my TV classes. Judging by the fact that I look like the Crypt Keeper, I hadn't seen the light of day for some time.


Make a long story short, in my zombie-state I left the edit bay and moseyed over to the printer to pick up some papers. I remember staring into a bright light.... and it took me a few seconds to realize that light was atop a camera feeding a newsroom live segment INTO OU NEWSCAST! Once this all clicked, I had seconds to make a decision and, being so quick and smooth on my feet, I decided it was a good idea to, elevator-style, drop it like its hot behind the printer.

I'm jealous that David can blame the dentist.