Originally Posted By LPFan22 Thanks 2oony and Lisann! You are also in my prayers. My prayers go out to all of those in need of them as well.
Originally Posted By Sara Tonin In 2004 I was forced to return to my parents home to live, at the end of 2005 I became ill and was hospitalized with sepsis in Jan 2006 had surgery for a colin tumor in November a few weeks later the pathology came back and it was positive for cancer, had chemo from December to May. So, in the last two years I've learned that no matter how I struggle that God knows what is best for me and things go better if I put them in His hands and allow others to do for me things I was too ill to do for myself. AND life is very sweet when you are close to the edge. Next month I go back for my one year check ups with GI, Hem/Onc and Surgery...anyway, laugh loud, sing louder, dance and play with your grandchildren till you puke!
Originally Posted By DlandJB So, in the last two years I've learned that no matter how I struggle that God knows what is best for me and things go better if I put them in His hands and allow others to do for me things I was too ill to do for myself.>>> Amen Sister Sara T.
Originally Posted By Big Thunder The death of my father had an impact, but I had already accepted that he was dying, it did not come as a total surprise. he was diagnosed and I was told it would be a matter of a few months. So I has some time to build up emotional strength to deal with what was ahead. What hurt worse than my fathers unfortunate circumstance and eventually passing, was how my wife and I were treated by my father's side of the family while we were in their town during that difficult time. We did not actually know them very well. Ya see, my dad reacquainted himself with his family many many years after he walked away from them at 17, he later sought them out again at 60 and moved near his sister. I barely knew his relatives, and they didn't know me [nor did they want to] I hate to say this but my wife and I were hurt and confused when we went to be there with him on his death bed and take care of his final affairs. Their treatment towards me and my wife was mean and despicable. At a time when I was already down, they beat us down 10 times further. My wife and I made a pact to behave with dignity, honor and respect no matter what, as that's what my dad would have done. I refused to expose any expression of my pain, anger, or resentment. I just bit my tongue, kept a stiff upper lip. It was not easy and it left deep scars, but we kept our pact. I suppose that took strength.
Originally Posted By Tinkeroon Wow Big Thunder...that had to be soooo hard to do. But you DID do the right thing. Hope you can get past it and not dwell on it too much. That would only hurt you more. (( Hugs to you and your wife )) Sounds like everyone here has had some pretty tough ordeals. It takes great strength to get through these things. ((group hug!)) :0)
Originally Posted By Lisann22 That's unbelievable Big Thunder how family could do that. How terribly sad.
Originally Posted By LuLu Maybe why your dad walked away from them in the first place? Congrats to you two for not responding in kind. I'm sure that took great strength!
Originally Posted By Sara Tonin "Sounds like everyone here has had some pretty tough ordeals. It takes great strength to get through these things" Actually, these are the things that build strength. The lesson is to go through them and still know Jesus will bring you through. AND so when you see someone else go through these things you will remember the things people did for you that made your load lighter and the things you would have liked to have help with so you can do them for someone else.
Originally Posted By RidgebackLuver After my first was born. I had a terrible, long delivery and, not to be graphic, but tore 3rd to 4th degree inside and out. It took me over three months to recover. Plus my newborn slept maybe 8 hours a day chopped up throughout the day. I wasn't sleeping and was in pain that I didn't know could exist. By the time he was three months old I was so exhausted I had head tremors like I had Parkinsons or something. After a battery of tests the Dr. and neurologist came to the conclusion I was suffering from severe exhaustion, as I couldn't even keep my eyes open when they would talk to me most of the time. It was supposed to be the happiest time of my life, which it was, but I was so physically miserable it was a total blur. Luckilly I have the most wonderful husband in the world or I don't think I would have made it.
Originally Posted By ecdc When my son was premature and spent a month in the newborn ICU. We just went day to day and didn't think we were being strong at all. In fact, he was one of the healthiest children up there. Then, a year later (when he was doing great) we were at my in-laws and they had this DVD slideshow they'd made of all these family pictures and there was a section with my son. For the first time in a year my wife and I saw our little boy back in the ICU with tubes in his head and body while lying in an incubator. We both broke down and cried together. (Her poor parents felt terrible!) It was then that I realized how hard and awful the whole thing was after spending a year with him and realizing what we almost lost.
Originally Posted By ajnhollysmommy I was 16. My mom had met a guy and fell in love with him (while married to my dad!!) parents got divorced, the guy and mom got married - 1 week after that he found out he had terminal lung cancer- he passed away 3 months 3 days after there wedding day. I personally was torn because of divorce but my mom was devistated as she had said this was her soul mate. I grew up alot that summer and put my own feelings away to support my mom and help her out anyway needed. my dad also forgave my mom and they became friends again - mom has since remarried - dad is still single
Originally Posted By disneydad109 I already have told y'all that i have broken both legs,both arms,one shoulder,cracked a few ribs,been shot,hit by a few cars,wrecked a couple of motorcycles,and been in I don't know how many car wrecks. They call me LUCKY.I am just happy to still be around. I really can't say any of it was that bad I just act like the little engire that could and keep looking for the next adventure.
Originally Posted By lasvegasgirl When my son died as a baby, and then years later when my husband died. I never thought I would survive pain like that...........
Originally Posted By tapdancemom Lasvegasgirl, I know your pain...I lost a child too, he was thirteen, that was twelve years ago and hurt is still there, but in a differant way.
Originally Posted By RidgebackLuver Wow, I feel pretty stupid for complaining about my situation. My son may have been a difficult baby, but at least I still have him. I'm sorry to all those who lost a child because I can't even imagine!
Originally Posted By lasvegasgirl tapdancemom --- you are so right..... my son died 21 years ago, and the pain is there, but I guess it is bearable now. Life goes on, but, boy! do I miss him so much...... I am blessed to have my five sons now........
Originally Posted By DVC_dad Right here, right now, daily. A close second was when my father died, and my family all went to pieces and I had to arrange "everything" and hold off my own feelings for a while.
