My paternal grandmother who died when i was 12. sold into child slavery at age 6 by gypsy parents who couldnt afford to feed her- she overcame gang rape by german soldiers in WW2, losing a baby, having her 1st husband die in her arms, the language barrier, death of my grandfather, death of my cousin (her grandson whose anniversary was yesterday- auto accident, touchy topic right now, i loved him, he was only 26), she had severe PTSD, she went blind and never once did this woman complain. she broke her neck carrying fire wood up and down the mountains in the old country to make money for her infant daughter to keep them from literally starving- she broke her neck and survived the injury with total mobility, but she was in constant pain. she was STRONG and beautiful. she never gave up. she died an ugly death, i always prayed she would slip away in her sleep, but NO, life kicked her again and she had no peace in her truly cruel, agressive death. she was awake & concious when she asphyxiated on her own vomit after being shocked back into life by doctors who should NOT have tried to rescusitate her. She was NFR.
They say fear killed her- she was terrifed of the prospect of surgey as everyone she'd ever known that had undergone surgery had died. The doctors believe she panicked on the table before they put her under, panicked so bad that she had a series of massive heart attacks. I dont know what did it- but i know with english being her second language, she was unable to convey her fears and feelings to the hospital staff...
SO: she is the person i admire most, for all those reasons and more, God rest her soul.
Post Edited (Howlyncat) : 3/19/2009 3:31:29 PM (GMT-6)
My Mom and Dad.
My Mom for her strength (battled and won cancer twice and smiled throughout it all) and she is the most caring and compassionate and respected woman I know. Always there for her family and everyone else and so unselfish. Always giving and asking nothing in return. She has so much love to give everyone. I am truly blessed to have her as my Mom.
My Dad for his work ethic (which he passed on to all his children) (he's been with the same company almost 50 years and still going strong at almost 70 years old with no thoughts of retiring). Also, my father for his integrity, strength and love of life and ALWAYS positive attitude even in the hardest of times. I know he is always there.
My parents have an unconditional love for all of us kids no matter what we've done in our past or what we might do now or in the future. They have stood by us always.
I am truly grateful and thank the good Lord every day for having them as MY parents.
Anxiety 2007; IBS 2004; Chronic Hives 2002. Medications: Allegra, Zantac, Xanax, Darvocet.
The person I admire most is my husband as he is my rock and he helps me get through each day and yet does not do for me as more encourages me to keep on fighting the depression and anxiety.
He will hold me when I am sad and laugh with me when I am happy. He has brought home the new puppy and is doing all the puppy cares in the hope of giving me back a best friend to take for walks and to have with me when I am home alone.
He is one in a million. I am truly blessed.
Another person that has been an inspriation to me and I could not post this without mentioning her is our own Lyn or Big Sis to me. She has been through so much in her life and yet she is always there even when she is suffering in great pain. Love you my mentor, my sister, my friend.