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Covaan_Meshuga -> RE: I WAS HAVING A BAD DAY UNTIL... (7/24/2008 2:16:41 AM)
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My son had moved his family to California and they were refugees in the makeshift camps during the fires there last year. I just wanted them back up here.
They moved back, and the night they came in, the family and lots of his friends went over to their house to help unpack. I wasn't feeling great, but I wanted to see my son and his family. By the time I got there and helped a little, I realized I was very sick. I spent the weekend and a couple days more in bed.
Whatever I had, I gave it to my daughter. I was horrified. How selfish of me that I went over there, knowing I felt kind of bad, then stayed awhile after I realized I was sick! And how many more were going to be sick because of me.
My daughter called me. "Mom, did you have any odd, real bad pain in your stomach or side?" "No." "Well, I'm really hurting." "On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad?" "About a 7." I didn't know what to think.
I got better, but her pain got worse. She went to a doctor. It was cancer. Her doctor told her that if the sickness had not settled in her as it did, they would not have found the fast-growing cancer until it could have been too late. The illness made it hurt.
Months later, my precious daughter is still beautiful with her little bald head.
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