{Straight From the Heart} *Big Sister* 3/9/00
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BIG SISTER
By: Carol Parent
When my younger brother was about two years old, my parents knew there
was something different about him - he didn't seem to be progressing
at a normal rate, and they had concerns about his health. After taking
him to several doctors, they were advised to place him in an
institution because he would never live a "normal" life, my parents
were told. However, my parents refused to do that, and were determined
to give the best quality of life possible to their son. Over the
next 18 years of David's life, he saw every type of doctor imaginable,
and the conclusion that was drawn was that he had a "degenerative
neurological disorder." Or, in so many words, over time his brain
would stop sending the proper signals and cause his body to degenerate.
I was only a year older than him, but I never questioned why David was
different, or why he didn't walk until he was almost 5 years old
(the doctors said he would never walk, but he did), or why he wasn't
like the other kids that I went to school with. I was his big sister,
and that was all that mattered. When David was 15, my parents took
him to yet another specialist who told them that David was going to
start getting progressively worse, until he lost all of his motor
functions. Shortly after that, he did lose the ability to walk, due
to muscle deterioration. Over the next three years, he had many of
bouts of illness and spent more time at the doctor than at home or
school. My parents have always been strong advocates for the disabled,
and my father fought to get him in public schools with a program suited
to his needs. As soon as he won and the special education class at
my brother's school was restructured to better suit the students'
needs, David needed to be pulled from school due to his failing
health and be at home. In November of 1998, David's primary
neurologist advised my parents to "prepare for the inevitable",
as horrible as that sounds. My parents fought even harder, but
his health was going downhill. I spent as much time as I could
with David over the next couple months, and every moment we had
together was precious.
In January of 1999, David was admitted into
the hospital with severe pneumonia. Miraculously, he recovered from
the pneumonia within one week, and the doctors were amazed. But he
was still in a lot of pain and his other functions were failing him.
His digestive system was not working and he could no longer eat. He
was put on a catheter, and was given a Morphine drip to ease the pain
he was in. He came home from the hospital on a Thursday. There was
nothing further they could do for him, and we wanted him to be as
comfortable as possible in his last days. We had a hospital bed set
up in the living room, with a Morphine drip in the IV, and also
Morphine patches to keep him as comfortable as possible. He was in
so much pain the last few days. Saturday he was still holding on,
but his breathing was becoming more and more shallow and we knew that
it was a matter of hours that he had left with us. I stayed at my
parents house that night so I could be with David, and my aunt and my
cousin came down from New York and we all sat by his bedside taking
turns holding his hand while he tried to sleep. My mother never once
left his side.
Shortly after midnight, my mother began crying and
yelled that he wasn't breathing anymore, and I ran over to him and
picked up his hand and hugged him. He breathed a couple more shallow
breaths and then he was gone. Although my brother never talked, he
"spoke" to me constantly. I learned more about life from him than
could ever have been taught in school, by my friends, or by my own
parents. He taught me about unconditional love, trust, and so many
other life lessons that I wouldn't have learned without having him in
my life. People always assume that I had to make so many sacrifices
growing up for the sake of my brother, and maybe I did. But I never
noticed. I was his big sister, and that was all that mattered.
Shortly after his death, I wrote the following poem:
SPECIAL ANGEL
Your Special needs
My Special Gifts
Sent from God above
I yearned to teach you Everything
In return you taught me Love
I learned to laugh at the tough times
But I learned it was okay to cry
And through it all not once did I
Ever question why
You were sent here for a Reason
Looking back I now know why
You did so many Special things
It's so hard to say Good-bye
Sometimes I feel you Hug me
When I am lonely or depressed
And when I feel you near me
I know I can safely Rest
Now it is your turn to watch over me
To keep me safe from Danger
Because you are there, to care for me now
My True Special Angel
Carol Parent
SweetThing03@aol.com
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A little bit about Carol:
I am 21 years old, I live in Norwalk, CT and work in retail management.
I am also working towards a degree in Psychology. No website, but I do
have an "online photo album" - www.easyfoto.com/CLP23
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