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    Momma and I

    It was two years ago yesterday I was going to make enchiladas and I decided to call my mom to see if she wanted to go see her uncle and her papa on Memorial day. I got no answer on the phone. I kept calling several times; about 10 times to be exact. So I called my brother and said, "Mom's not answering her phone". He said that she probably didn't want to talk to which I replied, "no, she would answer the phone and say, 'I don't want to talk', then hang up." That's just the way she was. So he called her and then called me back. He said that she didn't answer. I said bye because I knew something was very wrong. I turned everything off that I was making and told my son that I will let him know what's going on. He's a teenager and can make his own sandwich for dinner. Looking for momma I grabbed my purse, hopped in my car and drove to her apartment complex. I got to her door and knocked but there was no answer. I put my ear to the crack of the door and I heard her say, "I fell ... help ... help me ... help me". I'm calling, "momma!" I then ran around to her window and I can hear her still yelling that she has fallen. I went back to her door and banged on the door again. I can't get in. As I was going back to the window, my brother came around the corner. I said, " Brother, she's fallen". He talked to her from the front and her bedroom window. She said, "I can't get up! I can't get up". I was thinking I haven't talked to her since Friday and it's Saturday evening; she's laid there a day and a half. I started getting the apartment complex people on the phone but no answer. My brother finally got someone and they sent a very nice Hispanic lady who didn't know any English. She said to go find a key. My brother found the key to the room and we ran back to her apartment. Finding momma We got the door unlocked and found her lying on the floor in her room; her head between the bed and the end table. She was just lying there. My brother got on the phone to call 911. I reached down saying to momma, "I thought you were trying to put on your pantyhose and fell off the bed." I'm was trying to get the pantyhose off that I thought was a pantyhose was not pantyhose. My brother said she broke her arm as it was purple eggplant color. He asked momma what happened and she said she was changing the light bulb and I fell off the bed. Her bed was as high as your hip is and she fell into the granite table with her arm, it broke and knocked her out. She didn't remember the bulb that covered the light, flew up in the air, and fell down on her legs. They were all cut up because she was trying to get up after she came out of unconsciousness. She just laid there She laid there a day and a half with no water, no food. She was in the dark, no lights, no TV, and she was yelling for help. It's a good thing I called. The paramedics came in the ambulance. As I was walking towards the ambulance, my brother came out and said that if they hadn't come, she would have been dead. They were trying to get her blood pressure up because it was so low; she would have been dead within a couple of hours. To the hospital We got her to the hospital and all checked out. The doctor came in and said, "Do you want the good news or the bad news?" My mom said she wanted the good news. The doctor continued, "Isabel (that's my momma's name), the good news is you only broke your arm. The bad news is there is no bad news. You could have broken the hip and hit your head. You're a lucky lady." So that night they moved her upstairs and I stayed the night with her. My brother went on home as he had two hospitals to tend to. My hero The next morning I went home to get my son ready for school then go back to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor congratulated me on finding my mother. He said, "Congratulations. You saved your mom's life." Now, I don't consider myself a hero. I consider my mom a hero because she weathered that storm for a day and a half! She's a tough lady for doing that. And, Jesus ... he's the one who sent me to her.  A few problems while in the hospital The medication started messing with my mom. One day I showed up in the afternoon after picking up my son. She asked where I had been. She said, "This man came in here with a machete and tore up my curtains and then left; he tried to kill me." I told her that her curtains wear fine now and she just said, "Well, I don't know." My brother arrived and she told him the same story. Then we all just laughed. Another time she said, "Daughter I've been looking all over for you because Queen Elizabeth's coming to visit." So I did as I was told. I also tried to order her some food one time and she said she wanted to go home. She told me, "You better take me home right now or you can't come back up here." I told her that if she would eat some food I would take her home. Although I knew she couldn't go home, she told me okay and she ate. A nurse came and I told her that momma wanted to go home. I asked if I could take her home now but the nurse told me no. My mom said, "Okay, I guess I can't go home, daughter." (I used a little reverse psychology on her.) The Pic line had an infection so I sat with her for a little while. The next morning I took my son to school and went to see my mom, but she was not awake. I tried to wake her up and it was like she was in a coma. I patted her on the chest to stimulate her and pried open her eyes and closed them. I did that several times. I sat down at the foot of her bed and I cried, praying to Jesus to please, don't let this be the time that I lose my mama. I prayed and I prayed. A lady came in with the machine to do an ultrasound of her heart and I cried even more heavily. I said, "Oh, is this the last time I'm going to see my mom's heartbeat? Lord, please don't." I asked the lady if there was anything with my mom's heart and she said that she couldn't tell me anything. She finished and left so I went back to my mama trying to stimulate her. I went to her ear and told her that I loved her. I had to go pick up my son and make him some food and told my momma that I would see her in the morning. When morning came and I got there, she was a livewire. I was like WOW!!, what a change. Thank you, Lord. I asked the nurses what did they give her to wake her up and they said nothing. I just thanked the Lord. Rehab time It was time for rehab and her shoulder was still not fixed. She was there for two weeks, still not walking. They transferred her to a nursing facility; her shoulder still broken. She was there for I think 3 weeks. One person who never gave up on her finally got her walking ability back. Her shoulder was still broken with very little use of this arm. She lived in pain every day and did not take pain pills. She's a tough lady. When she got out of skilled nursing we took her to the orthopedic doctor and he said that he could still do the surgery. He said that it was up to her. He said that he would have to re-break her shoulder and do it or she was going to live with the broken shoulder; she would just die a slow death. So she chose to live with a broken shoulder. Momma came home When she came home, my son and I stayed with her a month to make sure she could stay by herself. It's a good thing I did because one morning I woke up hearing banging. She had fallen in her bathroom. She fell on a rug so I had to pick her up. All that day I looked around the house for all the unsafe things that could hurt her. Two years later my mom still has that broken shoulder. I see her health failing. She is very frail so please pray for my mom. She lives in pain every day. Thank you. Momma is a true hero in my story.
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  3. Oh Mary... Would you like to call me and listen to my story and type it for the contest hero you can type it I will share my winnings if I win, with you because I have a really good one I saved my mother's life a couple years ago I was her caretaker before I was this nurse. I will give you my phone number I works like to submit it tonight and get it over with. I'm never a writer. I get high anxiety and feel like I'm put on the spot LOL but this one I need to put it out there for the world to hear I'll be on the next 10 minutes and then I need to fold clothes and go to bed

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      spark plug

      Ms. Mary, what you did for me today was very important to me that you deleted that because it brought up very terrible memories for me that I'm glad is the past. So I will talk text my hero moment for my mom, in panic mode and scary moment at my life. But after everything calm down then I was the hero. Okay.

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    Fear and Anxiety

    Of course mask! The gloves yes cross-contamination! Sounds like it may not be cross-contamination if they're littering all over your stores parking lot. And my grocery store is doing the same thing in one side and out on the other, cleaning cleaning, cleaning. We also have purex for hands if they don't have gloves. Also the inside, in one aisle and out the other end you cannot go up and down the aisles the way we used to it's crazy. And they have to count how many people goes in the store. We are deprived of talking if we see our friends in the store like a school friend from way back when what do you think about that? Anyway have a blessed day!
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    Fear and Anxiety

    The only two stores that I go to are the grocery store and the gas station. People are not wearing a mask or gloves. I asked one man at a grocery store, (who wasn't wearing a mask or gloves), "Aren't you scared about getting the coronavirus?" He said, "No, I've been to two other countries and haven't caught anything." Then I see parents in the grocery stores with their child in the seat and they're holding onto the handle, and I was thinking, I hope that child will not catch anything. What are these people thinking? I wish the president would say that everybody entering a store, gas station, & etc. has to wear a mask and gloves to enter. It is these people who are going to spread it to someone, and then that person spreads it to so and so, and on and on. This just showed me all these people that do not wear a mask do not care about children or the elderly. There are a lot of people in this world that don't care and I've seen it. SHAME ON THEM!! I want to get back to socializing. I can't even go to church and be with my church family because of this virus. I miss being around them. I also miss being around my grandbabies and all my loved ones and friends. My anxiety is through the roof! When I do go to these two places, I just get out start walking into the store like always and think, "Oh my gloves and my mask." Then I start talking to God, and say "Please DEAR LORD let people listen about wearing gloves and masks so other people don't get it and die." We need to get this pandemic taken care of. I just think it should be mandatory for everybody that goes to the stores, gas stations, etc. to wear masks and gloves. And maybe we can get this thing under control and go back to a normal life. I feel sorry for people out of work. Because some of them don't have the money for their bills. I'm sure it's been like a small vacation for them, but I would like for them to get back to their jobs and get the economy going again, so everybody is paying their bills correctly and not worrying. HEROES, KEEP STAYING SAFE. NURSES, DOCTORS, & FRONTLINERS, YOU ARE THE BEST!! MAY GOD KEEP YOU SAFE FROM THIS PANDEMIC. You deserve a wonderful vacation to wherever you want. Small prayer... Please dear Lord Will you keep my brother safe as he is really in the front lines in the hospitals not just one but a few because he is a director of them. And he has diabetes. Keep you're umbrella over him so that he is safe. AMEN! I hope that soon the president will make everybody wear gloves and mask until this virus is over. THANK YOU!! EDITED TO ADD I found out that the President said the Coronavirus Committee recommended that everyone should wear masks in public and that it is up to the Governor of each state to make sure that this happens. I don't think we are ready to open up businesses because people are not wearing masks. I know people need their money, and I miss going in restaurants, grocery stores, etc. without having to wear my mask. Please, everyone, be careful! This should be a wake-up call for the United States of America. None of us were prepared for this deadly virus. I guarantee I will be stocking up on all kinds for items and be ready. Just like we have to be ready and get our tornado precautions together during tornado season. Please businesses, I hope they do like everything they are supposed to so that we may not continue to spread this virus around. Good luck businesses I'm glad that you are getting to open. I'm just scared that it will still spread. Everyone be safe and God bless you!
  6. I added more to my story I didn't know how to get edit it before the thank you. I hope that you can fix it for me cuz it looks like a reply and I meant it to being for the rest of the story thank you very much for everything you're doing for me. I'm really not that savvy when it comes to electronics.

    Thank you again so very much

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    My Dream That Finally Came True

    Thank You! Yes, I'm enjoying MY DREAM! I do feel like I could go a step higher. We'll see down the road. WHERE EVER GOD WANTS ME TO BE, I'LL BE.
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    My Dream That Finally Came True

    I had a job that I had been at for 22yrsI was scared to leave, to start my DREAM. Not knowing how I would pay my bills, how was I to pay for school, where and when was I going to find one. Plus being a single mother. This list of questions has been weighing on my shoulders and my HEART for 17yrs. Let me tell you my story. My dream started when I got to take care of my boss’s motherShanta was her name. She was a sweet lady. Always wanting to learn new English words and there meaning. She always asked me to hem, pin, sew and iron her beautiful Saudi’s among other tasks that she would ask. As the years passed by, Shanta started to have health issues. Her diabetes was under a watchful eye. That’s where I began to be her caregiver. Then her arthritis started to get so painful that she had to start, Embrel. I then started to give her daily injections. Sometime later, she became very ill. My mother and I stayed with her one night. She kept talking in her language, she was asking her god to take her, she was done and tired. Morning came when the day nurse got there my mom and I left. Later that day she sadly past on. I will always cherish the times we had together. She is DEARLY MISSED! A friend of the familyMr. Bob Massey was a very gentle, kind, helpful, caring, funny man. He had a heart of gold. Bob became ill, they found a tumor in his brain. The day he surgery to remove the tumor took over half the day. When the doctor finally came out, he said, it was bigger than he had thought. Bob had to undergo many Kemo and Radiation treatments. Bob was just getting weaker and weaker. One day I went to pick him up for a doctor's appointment, he was taking a long time to get ready. I went down the hallway and said, Bob, are you dressed he answered yes. I went in his room to find him NOT ready at all. What I saw was my son and Bob coloring away. Bob said, he wanted to color and so I did I’m not getting any better I’m not hurrying. This little guy wanted to color and I did, I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to color again. As I watched them two color, I was to see Bob spend time with my son and color for his last time. We finally got to the doctor, only for them to admit him to the hospital. As I was leaving his room he said, Tronna your feet are getting wet. It meant that was where I needed to be a NURSE. After two months of fighting, Bob went to be with the lord. NaNaAfter Bob passed away, I started taking care of my NaNa. She couldn’t walk and was in a wheelchair. I became her leg from then on. I would go over in the morning after work transfer her the bedside toilet, let her wash her face, pick her clothes out for the day, get her dressed. Then we were off to the living room to drink coffee and chit chat with PaPa. I made breakfast or went and got it, whatever they wanted to do. We would sit down for breakfast having many conversations, and PaPa always trying to educate me. I remember staying the night with them and waking up to the smell of bacon. NaNa was up at the crack of dawn to get it made, for my PaPa he liked to eat early. After breakfast I would get them settled for the day and go home. At 8pm at night I was right back over there to get NaNa ready for bed. After she was all tucked in, I would sit down and talk with PaPa before I went to work. Saturday was bathing day for NaNa, doing grocery shopping and do their laundry. One day my Nana got sick, we went to the hospital and they said, she has gallstones that she needed surgery. Surgery day came and the family was there. Finally after it seemed like forever the doctor came out and said the surgery went well and that my Nana was fine. She was doing fine for about a week, then we got a call that she was going to ICU. Her body was weak and she stayed there on machines for weeks and was not getting any better. The day came that we all dreaded, It was time to take her off the machines. I sat and prayed with her before everyone got there. Nana knew what was going on, it wasn’t her brain that was gone, her body couldn’t fight anymore. When everyone was there we gathered around her bed, Papa on one side of the bed holding her hand and my brother holding her hand on the other side. My two nieces, mom and I stood at the foot of the bed. Then the nurse came in with syringes the nurse took one of the syringes and put it in my Nana’s IV, then respiratory took out the oxygen tube. Her eyes open I was thinking just breathe just breath. Her eyes began to close. That’s when she went on to be with the lord. August 3, 2009. PaPaAfter NaNa passed I continued to keep the house up to par and do things for Papa. He was alone after 54yrs. Even tho we both missed Nana, I knew he was missing her most of all. I felt bad for him. When it came time to work on “guy things” he would teach how to do it hands on I didn’t mind getting my hands greasy. He would still make sure the grocery list was made out and every Saturday drive me to the store then wait on me outside. The same routine was followed as if Nana was there. PaPa would make himself dinner, if he was tired of microwave dinners or throw on a pot of beans in the morning for dinner. One morning when I got to Papa’s I noticed the front door was not opened like it always was. This made my stomach dropped. When I got in the house, Papa had a stroke in the bathroom. The paramedics got there and Papa refused treatment so they left. I put him in Nana’s wheelchair and he wanted me to make breakfast. I did as I was told. Later that day I was able to get him to the hospital. He was there about 3 weeks before he went to be with Nana at the Lord's house. I finally left my job of 22yrsI got into school to become a CERTIFIED NURSING ASSISTANT, GOT MY BLS, and then HHA. I graduate at the end of the month. I HAVE MY DREAM AT THE TIPS OF MY FINGERS. I will soon hold this Dream in the palm of my hand close my fingers make a fist and NEVER NEVER LET IT GO. I’m ready to enjoy life.
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