IT ALWAYS SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE UNTIL IT'S DONE. Nelson Mandela I'm going to tell you a little story about what just happened. See what you think. Is it all truly bad news or is there the small factor of luck involved? Last week a wonderful young girl, a senior in high school, went out to her car to go to school. She was in a hurry and didn't fasten her seat belt. On the drive, she hit a patch of black ice and careened off the road, rolling her car and smashing into some poles. She was sent flying out the back window, lacerating the top of her head and breaking her foot and ankle. She must have had her cell phone in her pocket, because she was able to call 911. Shortly after that, a couple stopped their car and came to try and help. Just as she was about to pass out, the EMTs and ambulance arrived. They had just been coming back from a previous call and therefore were right in the exact area the girl had her accident. After her mother was informed about everything, she called her husband and told him to get to the hospital. For some lucky reason, he was already in town and it only took him a few minutes to get to his daughter. When the girl was being examined, the doctor had X-rays taken to see if she had any internal damage. They discovered a large dark spot in her chest. After additional tests, she was finally diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma (?) . . . cancer. Let's recap. First this girl never went anywhere without buckling her seatbelt and telling others with her to do so, too. After her dad saw the car, he said the whole driver's side was smashed flat where she would have been if she HAD been buckled up. She was fortunate enough to have her cell phone where she could get to it. Some wonderful people stopped and gave her comfort before the ambulance which just happened to be very close, got there. She only broke a few bones . . . she didn't die. This awful accident required her to have X-rays taken. She had been feeling fine, with no symptoms of illness. The X-rays exposed something that was just beginning, giving her the best chance possible. With so much bad luck going on here, do you think that there was some good luck that was happening too? My brother says his daughter is tough, and she will win this battle. I already know that. You see, this is my niece. Since my story is about over, and I am perfectly well now, I am probably not going to be writing as often (gee - it hasn't been often lately) on the blog. I will touch base every so often to vent about "The White Conspiracy" or crappy TV commercials that I find offensive. I am sure you guys are tired of me talking about my social life. You know, going to funerals. That seems to be my main function anymore. Perhaps you guys think I am a ghoul or a "casket chaser", but it is simply that so many wonderful people have passed away lately and I can't help it. In fact, dear friend Jean (Mother's best friend) passed away and I am leaving shortly to go to her funeral. I mentioned her a while back, about her dog, Sunday, and how afraid I was of that darn thing. But Jean was always the nicest, happiest woman and she will be sorely missed. GOD BLESS YOU ALL | |
3 Comments
Karen Paul Frerick
2/14/2015 06:49:38 am
The word is SERENDIPITY! Do you suppose that because Dad gave us such a hassle, that he and Mom are smoothing things out for us??? Anyway, I know Mom and Jean are having a cup of coffee just about now.
Reply
Tina
2/17/2015 07:07:34 am
Wow, chills all over. Will say a prayer for your niece.
Reply
Betty Coleman
2/22/2015 09:04:49 pm
Thank you so much for sharing your niece's story. Now you can help her through her journey with cancer. She will need a rock and you are the best one to help. I remember Jean. I always thought she was cool. You do need to keep writing. You have such a talent.
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
Janene...... was diagnosed with breast cancer on November 11, 2013. This is a place for all of the people who love and care about her to get the information about her treatment and her personal experience of kicking cancer's ass, (sometimes from her daughter's perspective). It's hard to stand by and not be able to do anything to help. Writing gives my mom an outlet and allows both of us to share information during this time. Therefore, we blog :) |