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| This page is dedicated to the "Cares of the Heart". I have many causes that touch my heart and I would like to share them with you. Some of them have touched my life personally, either affecting someone I love or myself. Some of them need no explanation, however, if you need more information about a subject, I have provided links for easy reference. I hope this page is helpful to you. I have also provided my e-mail address and a guestbook so you may reach me. Sometimes it helps to talk to someone who has shared the same experience. |
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| I always thought of myself as"that will never happen to me" when it came to domestic violence against women. I have been married 4 times and I thought I got pretty lucky. I got married for the 5th time in Feb. 2001 to someone I met off the internet. At the time, I lived in Texas and he lived in Australia. We talked for five months, and he decided he wanted me to come out, I did, we got married on Valentine's Day 2001. Romantic huh? Yeah, I thought so too. All went well (except for his rantings and ravings because he was a arrogant man and had no patience with man nor animal) until I gained 30 lbs, then he turned horribly mean and cruel emotionally and mentally.
I finally decided I had had enough, made arrangements to come back to America to live with my parents and daughter. The Sunday before I was to leave, he got drunk and started chatting up a woman on the computer. I went to him and asked him if he could at least wait until I was gone. He just dismissed me. I got upset and he tried to slam the door in my face and I pushed it open. He got up and came after me with raised fist. He caught up with me, and he hit me a few times in the face with his fist and then asked me with fist drawn, have I ever had a broken nose? I cowered down and said no and he left me alone. Did I think it was my fault, yes, because if I hadn't gained weight he probably wouldn't have stopped loving me. I came home, battered, bruised and broken. I am no longer interested in having a partner in my life. |
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| My son and his then girlfriend were hit head on by a drunk driver. They were on their way to get a dalmation puppy when a man driving on the wrong side of the road, just leaving a bar, hit them as they came over the hill. My son is a little over 6ft tall and when they found him, his entire body was crammed under the dashboard. His girlfriend's face had hit the windshield and she was knocked out. At the time, we didn't know it but she was also pregnant. The outcome? The drunk driver was the only one who was killed. Even the passenger in his car survived. My son was careflighted to Dallas Fort Worth where he had to have plates and screws put in both legs, he had to have his jaw wired shut because it was broke, he had a small bruising of the brain. He used a wheelchair and walker until he was recovered which was months. His girlfriend Tandy, had to have metal put in her leg plus plastic surgery done to her face. There was no saving the baby.
Tandy and Derek will carry scars and have pain for the rest of their lives, but I thank God above for sparing their lives! They have since gotten married, settled down and have given me two grandbabies.On this page you will see them & my grandbabies. Pardon me if this sounds harsh, but this time, the right life was taken, the drunk driver's. |
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| In 1982 I gave birth to twin girls, Crystal Gail & Charity Hope. There had been complications during my pregnancy and Charity died in the womb. I went into labor early, and the Dr's did the best they could to keep me from having Crystal because I was only in my 7th month. In spite of all their efforts, they were born Nov.1, 1982. Charity Hope came first, followed by her sister Crystal Gail. Charity weighed in at 2 lbs, Crystal at 3lbs. I remember asking to see the daughter I lost while I was recooperating from having a c-section. They brought her to the room door and I asked them to walk to me slowly so I could comprehend what was happening. She was beautiful. She had a full head of hair and from the outside, she was perfect. I wouldn't allow them to do an autopsy on her, she was too tiny. I couldn't imagine them cutting on my baby. Crystal spent from November 1 till the end of January in the NICU. When she finally came home, it was with the help of a heart monitor, she kept forgetting to breathe. After a period of time, I noticed she was not doing what babies should be doing at her age (rolling over, crawling etc.). I took her to the Dr. and he told me she had Cerebral Palsy, due to a brain bleed. She was in a wheelchair by the time she was 4. She couldn't feed herself, comb her hair, dress herself, bathe herself, or take herself to the bathroom, in other words, totally dependent on someone to take care of all her needs.
It is the year 2003, and Crystal is 20 yrs. old. She graduated with honors in 2001, in a regular high school, with regular subjects & regular kids. Her Cerebral Palsy never affected her intelligence or her speech. And really, to look at her body, you would not know she was handicapped. Crystal has learned how to use the computer and has created her own website, you can meet her there. Her website is called "Life or Something Like It", it is fitting. There you will find out all of the "cares of her heart". It has been a long hard battle with her disability, but I have always taught her to be a overcomer and to stand up for her rights and what she believes in. I am proud to say, she does. |
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| In 1988 my son Jeremy was born. He weighed over 7 lbs but the Dr's say he was 5 weeks early. If he had gone full term, he would have weighed over 10 lbs!!
As he grew, he always seemed to be behind in crawling, rolling over, sitting up etc. He cried all the time. To me, he seemed to be a very angry baby, never happy. As he got older and was up walking & playing, he wanted to fight all the time. I feel maybe I spoilt him in some ways because I knew he would be my last one. As Jeremy approached kindergarten age, things didn't seem to get any better. I was getting calls from the school each day telling me how Jeremy was throwing fits and threatening the teachers & other children. In order for him to stay in school, I had to go sit with him for half a day, and then bring him home with me. This went on for a bit & I finally took him to MHMR (mental health mental retardation) clinic. I was told her had adhd (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder). It is 2003, Jeremy is 15 and in a state program (it is now Oct. 2005, and he's 17 and still there). Over the years Jeremy got suspended from schools, assaulted teachers, students, and police officers. I was so desperate to find help for my son, but the places I found, Jeremy would give them a "snow job", and they would release him a few weeks later. Finally, in 2001, Jeremy & I made a trip to Australia and I thought the change would turn him into a new kid (I was praying). But my hopes were dashed again. In no time the school was calling us and he was getting uncontrollable at home. So, I notified his father overseas in Illinois, to see if he could go live with him (Jeremy wanted this). His dad was glad to since he had not seen Jeremy since he was about a year old. Jeremy's new life with his dad lasted a few months and then it all shattered. Apparently Jeremy made some threats to harm his dad and his dad turned him over to the State. Today, Jeremy is in a great facility in Illinois. They did evaluations on him and sent me reports. The report was over 11 pages long of the disorders my son had. He is now on medication for those disorders, and is improving. They bring him down about every other month for a 4 hour home visit, and he calls me every Friday if he has earned the phone call that week. You do not know how grateful I am to this place, they are saving my son's life! If Jeremy had gone on like he was, he would have killed himself, killed someone else, someone killed him or be in prison. He was very very violent, and he was having other problems that made him a danger. I love my son with all my heart and there is nothing he can do to change that. My heart has broken so many times over the years, and it still does. But I know I cannot take raise him, I do not have what it takes. I know God is watching over him, protecting him, & the people there are so good to him. Oh, don't expect alot of help from our Government with this problem. Jan. 2004, update. My son has made alot of progress and is on level 5 of a 6 level contract. He comes adn visits me about once a month for a few hours. He is finally starting to realize he has some very serious issues he needs to deal with. He is on the road to healing and recovery. Thank you Lord. I want to add something else, my son not only has adhd, but add, odd, and a 12 page medical report about all the mental problems he has. I just want all the mothers out there who have children like this, I UNDERSTAND, and it DOES NOT make you a bad mom and it doesn't mean you did anything wrong. Email me if you need someone to talk to! |
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| I have and am still suffering from these disorders. My mother also suffers from them. My depression started over 10 years ago, my anxiety/panic disorder started (or I finally went to a Dr.) about 5 years ago. I am on medication for all of them. When I went to Australia, I thought I would be able to quit taking them because I was starting a new life. Boy was I wrong! I ended up in the emergency room twice. I never want to feel what I felt those times, ever again. I felt like I was going to die, I couldn't breathe and all I could do was cry. They finally gave me some medications to calm it down. Don't ever think you can just quit cold turkey like I did. Because the feelings that got you on the medications in the first place, will be 100 percent magnified. Don't feel alone or feel as if you are not sick, these disorders are real and not just in your mind! |
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| *A person raped by a stranger, lives with the memory of rape. A person raped by a spouse, lives with the rapist.*
I really should have put this subject up the list, but I guess I was blocking it out. I won't go into alot of detail, but, I was raped by a spouse. Also when I was a teenager, three of my uncles attempted to molest me. I said no, and they didn't force themselves on me. |
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| I had endometriosis so bad, I had to go in and have a complete hysterectomy. It didn't really bother me because my child bearing days were over. But now I have to take hormones on top of everything else. That is another medication you can never quit cold turkey! |
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| I have always been a animal lover, and I have always had animals in my life. It breaks my heart to see how some pet owners can profess to love their pets, but yet, neglect them. For some reason, do we think animals have no feelings?
I do not have a cat or do now, I have a flying squirrel named Rocky & a parakeet named Peedy ( Peedy has since died)( you can see them through that link) For me, I cannot see life without a pet in it. Pets are good for people with depression and other disorders. Before you get a pet, make sure you want the responsability that goes along with it! |
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