A Very Sad Story, that Pulled at my Heart

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing.. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't se en in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.. 'He's really, really sick ...... and I want to buy a miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist... 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. 'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. I f it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs..' The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man He stooped down andasked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' 'I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation... But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly 'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to..' 'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten andsaid 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.' That well dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery... The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need... A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

Time to Reflect

It is now 15 months ago I had my amputation and 12 months ago I finished the shitty Chemotherapy. In 2006 they told me I had Plantar Fasciatis, an inflamation in my right foot, I had numerous steroid injections and even an operation called Radio Frequency Ablation. This is where they stick needles in the heel of the foot to deaden the nerves to serve me with less pain. This continued until September 2008. Finally I walked into my foot doctors office on crutches and I told him to do something because I could not stand the pain any longer. The next day I went for an MRI, I knew immediately something was wrong due to the actions of the nurse. There was a tumor 7cm by 12cm in the arch of my foot. The following day my husband and I were on out way to Gainesville to see and Orthopedic Oncologist, I was terrified. They performed a biopsy and while I was drifting in an out of consiousness he told me it looked like Synovial Sarcoma, an extremely rare form of cancer.
I will continue the story tomorrow, a little tired tonight. I can hear Mark playing COD. Goodnight x

Good afternoon. Time to continue the story.
Dr Gibbs told me I would have to have a full body scan before he could determine what treatment method was on course.
My husband and I waited in an irritated silence in the doctors office after the scan, it was possibly the one of the worst moments in my life, not knowing if that shitty disease was encompassed in my body. My poor husband was just as terrified. Dr Gibbs came in and informed me there was no evidence of malignant cells anywhere in my body. Mark let out this very unfamiliar gasp of relief. was going to happen because I had done some research on Synovial Sarcoma. Dr Gibbs said he may be able to cure me of this disease, but it would mean amputating my right leg six inches below my knee and then having some intense chemotherapy to kill any stray malignant cells. I really didn't have many options...life or limb as they say. I remember putting on a brave face and asking them what do they do after they amputate my leg....where does it go....it has been with me for many years, they laughed and said you will do just fine with that sense of humour. What else was there.....sit and wallow in self pity....that was not me. I was determined to do everything they wanted me to, because I was going to win. I have two beautiful kids Laura and Sean, a wonderful husband Mark, my Mum and my brothers and families and I wasn't going to let them suffer.

More Later, or I will just bore the ass of ya.
I also had a preminition of what