David V Sheehan MD

The Sheehan Disability Scale (SDS) is a short, simple, and cost-effective measure of disability and functional impairment that can be quickly administered and scored without disrupting the flow of routine care.  The SDS is a composite of three self-rated items designed to measure the extent to which three major domains in the patient’s life are functionally impaired by psychiatric or medical symptoms.  The SDS assesses functional impairment in three major life domains: work, social life/leisure activities, and family life/home responsibilities.


  • Sheehan DV. The Anxiety Disease. New York: Charles Scribner and Sons; 1983.
  • Sheehan KH, Sheehan DV. Assessing treatment effects in clinical trials with the discan metric of the Sheehan Disability Scale. Int Clin Psychopharmacol. 2008;23:70–83. [PubMed]



“So Costly A Sacrifice Upon the Altar of Freedom:” The Story of the Sheehan Brothers of Fermoy & Vancouver

“So Costly A Sacrifice Upon the Altar of Freedom:” The Story of the Sheehan Brothers of Fermoy & Vancouver

“Through the late 20s and 30s the Sheehans became embedded in Canadian life and took up citizenship. The children were well-educated in the local Catholic schools, and James operated his own store. With the outbreak of war in 1939, a number of the Sheehan children began to turn their thoughts to military service. Ultimately the majority of them did so– for example Thomas saw service with the 4th Battalion of The Canadian Scottish Regiment, while Michael went to sea with HMCS Laurier. For the three youngest Sheehans though, there was only one branch for them. Edward, Francis (Frank) and Henry (Harry) all set their sights on the skies.”






The late Donal o’Siodhacháin was a regular white house guest and Open Mic contributor at the White House Pub poetry sessions up to the time of his untimely death in late October 2012*.

Born, and reared, in the heart of Sliabh Luachra, it is no surprise that poetry and history have been driving forces in his life. Ever true to the fountain of his roots, ‘In Celtic lore, it was believed the strongest memory in the mind was the last left at the moment of death and so became the first reality experienced after the cross-over into the spirit world to begin a new life’. (Quote)



Barney Sheehan RIP April 2018

Bernard ‘Barney’ Luttrell O’Callaghan Sheehan, poet, amateur jockey, leather craftsman, founder/MC and long-time driving force behind the popular weekly (Wednesday) poetry revival sessions in Limerick City at the White House bar on O’Connell Street. Photo shows Barney with a celebratory cake made to mark the occasion of the 500th weekly readings. Beginning with the 501st evening of the sessions, poet Tom McCarthy took over the role as MC. The guest poet was Brian Blaney.  SEPTEMBER 30, 2012



Aislish Sheehan – rower


  • Champion student rower dies after falling in ‘freak’ accident as she celebrated with University of London team-mates after world championship in Poland
    10th September 2016
  • Ailish Sheehan died in hospital in Poznan on Friday five days after her fall
  • The 23-year-old, from Limerick, had been in a coma since ‘freak accident’
  • She is thought to have fractured skull and arm during Sunday’s celebration
  • Her team had won bronze at World University Championships in Poland

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3783093/Rower-dies-fall-celebrated-world-championship.html


Dr. Jimmy Sheehan

From Legatus: April 2013


“This is a story of patients and a doctor’s care, of suffering, patience and perseverance, of a man with a passion — and a bit of impatience.

All of those qualities have driven 74-year-old Dr. Jimmy Sheehan throughout his stellar career. With his wife Rosemary’s help, Sheehan has accomplished much: an impressive career as an orthopedic surgeon in his native Ireland, the design of a world-renowned knee replacement system that bears his name, and the establishment of private hospitals.”


From “Listowel Connection”


14th January 1950


“Cahirguillamore” is a song in which we learn of a terrible happening near Bruff on St. Stephen’s Night, 1920. An I.R.A. dance was in progress in Lord Guillaghmore’s unoccupied mansion when the place was surrounded by British forces in great strength. In the ensuing fight five I.R.A. men lost their lives. They were: Daniel Sheehan, the sentry who raised the alarm, Martin Conway, Eamon Molony, John Quinlan and Henry Wade. Here is a song that commemorates the tragedy. It was sent to me by Peter Kerins, Caherelly, Grange.  I have not learned the author’s name.


O Roisin Dubh your sorrows grew

On a cold and stormy night,

When Caher’s woods and glens so bold

Shone in the pale moonlight.

Within your walls where alien balls,

Were held in days of yore,

Stood many an Irish lad and lass,

At Cahirguillamore.

Did you not hear with fallen tear

The tread of silent men?

As a shot rang out from a rifle bright,

To warn those within.

The sentry brave the alarm gave,

Though he lay in his own gore:

His life he gave his friends to save,

That night at `Guillamore’.

I need not tell what there befell,

All in that crowded hall;

The Black and Tans worked quite well,

With rifle-butt and ball.

 Unarmed men lay dying and dead ,

Their life’s blood did out pour;

They sleep now in their hollow graves,

Near Cahirguillamore.

The commander of those legions

Would more suit a foreign field,

Where he would meet some savage foes,

His methods they would greet,

And not those laughing youths

Who were taught to love and pray,

And who received the body of Christ,

On that same Christmas Day.