Am I really going to blog?: Impaired Santa

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Impaired Santa

We have wonderful neighbors. They have all gone the extra mile during this time of trial for our family. One family arranged for Santa to come to our house on Christmas Eve & to bring some gifts they had purchased for Samantha. Imagine our surprise when Santa arrived a day early (12/23) & drinking from a mason jar. Samantha thought he was "very jolly" as he sang along with her.

The funniest part of this picture (in my opinion) is my 10 year old nephew in the background. Wonder what he is thinking?

Edited to add that I can only see half of the picture on my screen - here is the link:

http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb44/ellebe12345/067.jpg

3 comments:

AnonymousJanuary 4, 2009 at 7:52 PM
I am glad you added the link. The picture of Santa is even better than what I had imagined in my mind.
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Gina SampsonJanuary 4, 2009 at 7:56 PM
I made the last comment, I am still learning about all this blog stuff. This website is really nice. Thank you for sharing it with me.

Gina Sampson
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MarieJanuary 4, 2009 at 10:18 PM
LOL! That is the funniest christmas story I've heard this season!!! Thanks for sharing!
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I HOPE....

I hope you never have to hear the words, 'Your child has cancer.'

I hope you never have to hear, 'The prognosis is not good.'

I hope you never have to prepare to undergo radiation or chemotherapy, have a port surgically inserted into their chest, be connected to IV poles. Look at you with fear in their eyes and say, 'Don't worry Mommy, everything will be okay.'

I hope you never have to hold your child as they vomit green bile.

I hope you never have to feed them ice chips for lunch.

I hope you never have to watch the 'cure' you pray for slowly take away their identity, as they lose their hair, become skeletal, swell up from steroids, develop severe acne, become barely or unable to walk or move, and look at you with hope in their eyes and say,'It's going to be okay, Mommy.'

I hope that you never have to stay in the hospital for weeks, months, or years at a time, where there is no privacy, sleeping on a slab, with your face to the wall, where you cry in muffled silence.

I hope you never have to see a mother, alone, huddled, in a dark hospital corridor...crying quietly, after just being told, 'There is nothing more we can do.'

I hope you never have to watch a family wander aimlessly, minutes after their child's body has been removed.

I hope you never have to use every bit of energy you have left, with all of this going on around you to remain positive, and the feelings of guilt, sorrow, hope and fear, overwhelm you.

I hope you never have to see a child's head bolted to the table as they receive radiation.

I hope you never have to take your child home (grateful but so afraid) in a wheelchair because the chemo and radiation has damaged their muscles, 35 pounds lighter, pale, bald, and scarred. And they look at you with faith in their eyes and say, 'It's going to be okay Mommy.'

I hope you never have to face the few friends that have stuck beside you and hear them say, 'Thank God that is over with,'...because you know it never will be. Your life becomes a whirl of doctors, blood tests and MRI's and you try to get your life back to 'normal'. While living in mind-numbing fear that any one of those tests could result in hearing the dreaded words...'The cancer has returned' or 'The tumor is growing.' And your friends become even fewer.

I hope you never have to experience any of these things... Because...only then...Will you understand...

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