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Kathianne
07-28-2009, 04:32 PM
I seriously was going to post this in Lounge, but realized there were larger issues here. I can't imagine talking about one's demise or the possibility of it in reality.

Those that know me, know my nephew, Jay. He sent this to me after receiving it from a friend he met at Mayo this last year. Jay is 25, has been battling brain tumor for 3 years. He got married 5 weeks after his first surgery. He had graduate with highest honors from college, in a field he can never serve in, criminal justice. He and his wife are now trying to conceive with the frozen sperm after his latest round of radiation at Mayo:




Change Your Thinking

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lung.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seenin the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

'Today is a gift.

Don't bother answering with snopes, etc. I did not claim original, just what I was sent. Not saying it's 'true' but I will say it is comforting many that many of you cannot relate to.

hjmick
07-28-2009, 04:36 PM
Doesn't matter if it's true or not.

It's something everyone could think about.

Kathianne
07-28-2009, 04:50 PM
Doesn't matter if it's true or not.

It's something everyone could think about.

Thank you. At 50something, I can't imagine being in my 20's and seriously facing the possibility of the end. Oh, I know it happens much earlier too, but still as someone healthy, still can't compute.

A few weeks ago, I walked with Jay (https://www.kintera.org/faf/search/searchTeamPart.asp?ievent=309995&lis=1&kntae309995=1A4E5295B9DE452D85A25468735B5F85&supId=0&team=3378725&cj=Y), for a fundraiser for brain tumor research. I was with jay's crew, but all of us were aware of the big problem.

The 'winning team' was participating in memorium. Jason had succumbed. He left behind small children and a wife that had battled with him against this enemy. What a way to 'win'. At the same time, hopefully much more will be learned by the time those kids grow up.