Better Than the Magi...
Bad people make for great headlines. We are bombarded with so much bad news that we sometimes need reminded that beautiful, wonderful souls live among us. That's why I asked Patti to stop by for the holidays.
Guest blogger Patti Roberts |
When I first met Patti, she was Ms. Roberts, my son's first grade teacher. My little Cole was a perfectionist. He would get belly aches over red ink. Patti figured that out fast, so his papers came home with big smiley faces, stickers, and words of encouragement next to corrections. I mentioned to someone how special this lady was and I was informed...I didn't know the half of it.
Patti is a special lady, but before I say any more...I asked her to share her story...
The Last Christmas Gift
In the early morning on the first Monday of October she had a seizure caused by the pressure of the returned tumor on her brain. The jerking, along with the cancer, caused her shoulder to break. She was taken by ambulance to the hospital where she was then transferred to OVMC. Surgery was performed on her shoulder. She stayed there until Dr. Rik Suyao made arrangements for her to be transferred to Wetzel County Hospital where he would oversee her chemo therapy and where she was close to family and friends.
It was a time period that the wearing of gold chains was popular. With four children Carole could not see spending the money on herself for something as frivolous as a gold necklace. I had a job and a Kaufman's charge card. I was at the mall one day in October and decided that she would have her gold chain. I bought it and gave it to her early-near Halloween. I told her that it was her early Christmas gift...that I was too excited to wait until Christmas. When really I did not know how long she had left. I put it on her; it looked very pretty. She really liked it. A few days later her children and I added a charm holder and four birthstone booties to the chain. She was so very pleased with it and wore it with pride. It wasn't too long though that the chain made a rash on her neck, and it had to be removed. It could have been caused by the foreign chemicals in her body.
The days passed; she did not get better. Her condition worsened. We all knew it would be her last Christmas. The entire community pitched in to make this a good Christmas for her and her children. Dr. Rik told her that she could go home and make one trip to town to Christmas shop. We had a hospital bed for her, but her pain was too great. The morphine pills could not control it; she needed it by injection or IV. She went back to the hospital after only being home for 12 hours. She was more at ease there...where people could care for her easier...where she thought that she was not a burden on her family...where her pain could be controlled.
We celebrated Christmas there with her by decorating her room although she really did not realize it as she was always under the influence of her strong pain medication. Christmas Day came and went. We knew the end was very near. We said our good-byes to her. On December 29th at 7:32 pm she took her last breath when Jesus reached for her hand. The next day I took her gold chain with the charm holder and booties to Mrs. Ratcliffe at the funeral home so it could be placed around Carole's neck. It was buried with her.
It was my last Christmas gift to her.
What Patti didn't add...she raised those four kids. For years she worked two jobs: teacher during day; retail manager in the evening. She's retired now, but she's still the surrogate mom and grandma. She is the kind of person who steps up...to give, to serve, and put others above herself.
And since Christmas is a time for sharing, I thought Patti's story was perfect. Thanks Patti for stopping by and proving there is still much right in this world.
Guest blogger, Patti with five of her sister's grandchildren. (Now she's a Great Aunt!) Front row:Piper, Sydney, Patti, and Laney. Back row: Avery and Colson |
Merry Christmas...and Happy 2013 :)
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