{Straight From the Heart} *Big Sister* 3/9/00 __________________________________________ Welcome to "Straight From the Heart!" If you enjoy this free daily email service, I encourage you to forward it on to family and friends. If this has been passed along to you and you want to join the list, just send a blank email to: Thunder27@aol.com I appreciate any feedback or constructive criticism, so feel free to write me (Michael T. Powers) and let me know what you think! **** Get paid to surf the web! Click below to visit AllAdvantage. Click here: Welcome to AllAdvantage.com! http://www.alladvantage.com/home.asp?refid=IEN-203 My ID number is: IEN-203 if you are asked for it and want to include it. **** _________________________________________ BIG SISTER By: Carol Parent When my younger brother was about two years old, my parents knew there was something different about him - he didn't seem to be progressing at a normal rate, and they had concerns about his health. After taking him to several doctors, they were advised to place him in an institution because he would never live a "normal" life, my parents were told. However, my parents refused to do that, and were determined to give the best quality of life possible to their son. Over the next 18 years of David's life, he saw every type of doctor imaginable, and the conclusion that was drawn was that he had a "degenerative neurological disorder." Or, in so many words, over time his brain would stop sending the proper signals and cause his body to degenerate. I was only a year older than him, but I never questioned why David was different, or why he didn't walk until he was almost 5 years old (the doctors said he would never walk, but he did), or why he wasn't like the other kids that I went to school with. I was his big sister, and that was all that mattered. When David was 15, my parents took him to yet another specialist who told them that David was going to start getting progressively worse, until he lost all of his motor functions. Shortly after that, he did lose the ability to walk, due to muscle deterioration. Over the next three years, he had many of bouts of illness and spent more time at the doctor than at home or school. My parents have always been strong advocates for the disabled, and my father fought to get him in public schools with a program suited to his needs. As soon as he won and the special education class at my brother's school was restructured to better suit the students' needs, David needed to be pulled from school due to his failing health and be at home. In November of 1998, David's primary neurologist advised my parents to "prepare for the inevitable", as horrible as that sounds. My parents fought even harder, but his health was going downhill. I spent as much time as I could with David over the next couple months, and every moment we had together was precious. In January of 1999, David was admitted into the hospital with severe pneumonia. Miraculously, he recovered from the pneumonia within one week, and the doctors were amazed. But he was still in a lot of pain and his other functions were failing him. His digestive system was not working and he could no longer eat. He was put on a catheter, and was given a Morphine drip to ease the pain he was in. He came home from the hospital on a Thursday. There was nothing further they could do for him, and we wanted him to be as comfortable as possible in his last days. We had a hospital bed set up in the living room, with a Morphine drip in the IV, and also Morphine patches to keep him as comfortable as possible. He was in so much pain the last few days. Saturday he was still holding on, but his breathing was becoming more and more shallow and we knew that it was a matter of hours that he had left with us. I stayed at my parents house that night so I could be with David, and my aunt and my cousin came down from New York and we all sat by his bedside taking turns holding his hand while he tried to sleep. My mother never once left his side. Shortly after midnight, my mother began crying and yelled that he wasn't breathing anymore, and I ran over to him and picked up his hand and hugged him. He breathed a couple more shallow breaths and then he was gone. Although my brother never talked, he "spoke" to me constantly. I learned more about life from him than could ever have been taught in school, by my friends, or by my own parents. He taught me about unconditional love, trust, and so many other life lessons that I wouldn't have learned without having him in my life. People always assume that I had to make so many sacrifices growing up for the sake of my brother, and maybe I did. But I never noticed. I was his big sister, and that was all that mattered. Shortly after his death, I wrote the following poem: SPECIAL ANGEL Your Special needs My Special Gifts Sent from God above I yearned to teach you Everything In return you taught me Love I learned to laugh at the tough times But I learned it was okay to cry And through it all not once did I Ever question why You were sent here for a Reason Looking back I now know why You did so many Special things It's so hard to say Good-bye Sometimes I feel you Hug me When I am lonely or depressed And when I feel you near me I know I can safely Rest Now it is your turn to watch over me To keep me safe from Danger Because you are there, to care for me now My True Special Angel Carol Parent SweetThing03@aol.com Send Carol an email and let her know what you thought of her story! A little bit about Carol: I am 21 years old, I live in Norwalk, CT and work in retail management. I am also working towards a degree in Psychology. No website, but I do have an "online photo album" - www.easyfoto.com/CLP23 ___________________________________________________ Thought For The Day: "Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy." (Jon Olson) Verse for the Day: "Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing." Proverbs 12:18 Kid's Thought For The day: "Wishing you knew how to jump rope isn't enough." Parent's Thought For The Day "You know you've lost control when you're the one who goes to your room." -Baba Bell Hajdusiewicz Coach's Thought For The Day "You can measure a thoroughred's speed with a stopwatch, but it takes a race to measure his heart." Deep Thought For The Day: "I locked my coat-hanger in car. Good thing I had a key." _ /_/\/\ MICHAEL T. POWERS \_\ / THUNDER27@aol.com http://members.aol.com/Thunder27/index.html /_/ \ "For I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but \_\/\ \ Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live for the Son \_\/ of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me." Galatians 2:20 Video Imagery (Michael's Video Production Business) "I thought of you first after my family sat down to watch the video we gave them. They loved it, to say the least! Within thirty seconds my mom was crying and my dad did too. They said it was the best Christmas gift we could have given them!! You did such a beautiful job! They were so suprised and so touched---they really, really, really loved it. Thanks for helping to make it so special to us all. My mom mentioned how the songs were perfect for the video too! Thanks again!" Kelli (RKaGe@aol.com) College Station, TX Let me make you a video from your pictures or home movies! Check out the web page for Michael's video production business! Video Imagery http://members.aol.com/Videoimg/index.html