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Warning: this I don't consider to be "mindless", more like heartfelt so if you're looking for a laugh it won't be here.
I've been out of the loop here for several weeks now, reason being my Mom was very ill and care for her was paramount during that time. Very few here do I know on a personal basis, a few more fellows I may have shaken hands with in Prattville and that's about it, but here's the story I have to tell, sad but inspirational.
During the Prattville r/t my Mom was in Vanderbilt Hospital with a very rare disease called Amyloidosis (a build-up of bad proteins in the body that attack vital organs, 1 in 250,000 are ever diagnosed with this). The disease is typically associated with people in the 70-year old range, Mom had just turned 50. This is known to be a chronic, long-term disease that drags on for possibly years with little or no hope for recovery. Along with this rare disease we discovered she had Multiple Myeloma (bone cancer). Doctors stated that these two debilitating illnesses take at very least months to progress to the stage we were at. Keep in mind now, we all had no idea anything was wrong with her at all until Feb. 4 2009, when she woke up with a swollen abdomen. There is no known cure only treatment options.
Very long story short, we took her from our hometown back to Vandy for her 1st chemo treatment on March 6 to hopefully halt the progression of this disease and cancer. The Dr. took one look at her and sent us straight to the E.R., we knew she wasn't going to be able to handle it from the time we left her house, she was way too weak.
She woke in the middle of the night on March 8 with my sister & grandmother in the same room at Vandy and had a cardiac arrhythmia (heart attack basically) that should have taken her out. All of her family, upwards of 20 people gathered in her room by later in the morning. Mom one by one called us to her bedside and told us exactly what she wanted us to know, and gave us the chance to say anything we wanted, as she knew her hours were running short. She told me to be a good Dad (my wife is expecting our 1st after 13 years of marriage) and that Jessica (our baby's name) would fill the empty hole left in our heart after she died, and that she would definitely be her guardian angel. I replied that I'd be as good a Dad as she was a Mom, the best.
One of my Mom's life-long dreams was to go to Las Vegas, so we took her in May of 2008 and we had the time of our lives. In her last hour or so she told me to bet red, cause it's hot. So here I come Vegas, this one's for Mom...
I've been out of the loop here for several weeks now, reason being my Mom was very ill and care for her was paramount during that time. Very few here do I know on a personal basis, a few more fellows I may have shaken hands with in Prattville and that's about it, but here's the story I have to tell, sad but inspirational.
During the Prattville r/t my Mom was in Vanderbilt Hospital with a very rare disease called Amyloidosis (a build-up of bad proteins in the body that attack vital organs, 1 in 250,000 are ever diagnosed with this). The disease is typically associated with people in the 70-year old range, Mom had just turned 50. This is known to be a chronic, long-term disease that drags on for possibly years with little or no hope for recovery. Along with this rare disease we discovered she had Multiple Myeloma (bone cancer). Doctors stated that these two debilitating illnesses take at very least months to progress to the stage we were at. Keep in mind now, we all had no idea anything was wrong with her at all until Feb. 4 2009, when she woke up with a swollen abdomen. There is no known cure only treatment options.
Very long story short, we took her from our hometown back to Vandy for her 1st chemo treatment on March 6 to hopefully halt the progression of this disease and cancer. The Dr. took one look at her and sent us straight to the E.R., we knew she wasn't going to be able to handle it from the time we left her house, she was way too weak.
She woke in the middle of the night on March 8 with my sister & grandmother in the same room at Vandy and had a cardiac arrhythmia (heart attack basically) that should have taken her out. All of her family, upwards of 20 people gathered in her room by later in the morning. Mom one by one called us to her bedside and told us exactly what she wanted us to know, and gave us the chance to say anything we wanted, as she knew her hours were running short. She told me to be a good Dad (my wife is expecting our 1st after 13 years of marriage) and that Jessica (our baby's name) would fill the empty hole left in our heart after she died, and that she would definitely be her guardian angel. I replied that I'd be as good a Dad as she was a Mom, the best.
One of my Mom's life-long dreams was to go to Las Vegas, so we took her in May of 2008 and we had the time of our lives. In her last hour or so she told me to bet red, cause it's hot. So here I come Vegas, this one's for Mom...
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