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i am sorry i couldn't update sooner. a lot of problems. which made fran (fifirose) very sick.
and i tried to help and take care of her. the medicaid - 2 woman came to her home again and i wanted to make sure i was with her. they are just downright heartless people. they tried to talk of rape and issues which is none of their business. i almost had to call the cops. fran was very upset.. fran is very disappointed with her church and the pastor. they even had the nerve to ask her if she finish crocheting scarves for christmas which she did last year and many years before. she donated them for poor and the needy with in church and homeless. that got me mad as they had not yet come and did not give her communion or the healing praying. yet they expected something from her. i told her not to cry, it is not her fault at her, she is very sick. she had become so upset ith the things happening to her and not caring, she had cried so hard she had a very bad panic attack several times. we have her on some different meds since that happened. the hugh bedsore is getting a little smaller, but it is still deep and there is a problem trying to start, but. besides the wound vac machine , we are trying something around the actual bedsore too as it is too painful and so sore for her. plus, the fibro is still out of control all over her body making her more weak. no one well or sick needs that kind of stress. that is mean. she became very depressed from that, plus what i told you. after what was done she became very depressed and i don't want her to give up. all of you have been so kind to fran and encouraging her with the simple questions, hugs, and messages.. please continue to help her this way... she wanted me to tell everyone she loves you. can you please help me to tell her friends. she had a bad relapse and we want to try and start her up again. thank you all for being a part of this therapy. fran needs all the love, hugs and support she can get. god bless all of you. thank you so much Posted on 11/28/08, 03:11 pm |
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Fran, I am sending you much love and a huge bear hug. Please do all you can to get well so you will be able to enjoy life once again. Thatis my prayer for you. You are stronger than you think you are. I do so want you to be better and be able to have the good things in life that you desere.
Your fibro friend, Sue XOXO 
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o sweetie....holidays bring a few heartless people around but always remember the many caring people obviously routing for you. the culprit had better BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. a big gentle hug and kiss and a cookie for you, fran, and for you, mizzie for being her protective angel! xoxo
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Fran we all love you here and want you to get better. I am sending you a funny poem. Maybe make you smile I hope.
Growing Pains I found rowing up, that life would never live up to my expectations. I spent my autumns onning little plaid jumpers and pat-n-leather shoes, waiting anxiously for my new schol books. My teacher would warn me not to read them all at once. I never listened. I would hurry home to do my chores and then I would read one book every night, until I had them done. I felt it made me smarter than te other kids. I was one step ahead, always. I thought if I knew all the books, I wouldn't have to go to school. This was not he case. My mother saw to that. Halloween was my favorite holiday. I could be anything I wanted to be and get by with it. One particular year when I was 9, I put a pair of black tights on y head, twisted the legs to form a pony tail. (Iloved black hair) I wrapped asheet around and around myself, tied it with a piece of leather, used my sister's makeup to make me darker, and suddenly, I was an Indian Princess! I believed this would get me more candy, for I was not as scary like the other kids. After returning home with my loot, I found this not to be the case. My brother was a pirate and he had just as much, if not more candy than I did. Thanksgiving would come and go. I never gave much mind to it. Days of cooking, baking, cleaning shining and rearranging the entire house, for a 15 minute pig-out, made no sense to me. All I wanted was a Turkey leg. I watched all the old uncles eat until there was nothing left but a skeleton of what used to be a very large bird. The old uncles would light cigars, burp and then go to sleep. It was then time for the wishbone. My brother and I always had the privelage of the pull. I felt I would be rich and famous with my end but that was not the case. I always got the short end of the stick. Christmas was a magical time, full of wonder and excitment. I would spend hours searching the toy section of the Sears and Roebucks catalog. I would pick the best toy I could find and began my heartfelt letter to Santa Claus. I just knew in my last year of believing, I would get just what I wanted. I had covered up the bad things I had done that year. For I knew how to sugar-coat a letter now, I was older. When Christmas morning arrived and I opened my presents, I found my previous notion, was not the case. Just another plaid jumper and pat-n-leather shoes. With spring, came Easter and my fancy dress (not plaid) with ruffles and ribbons. The itchy, scratchy slip and the white tights, I was supposed to keep clean. After church we would go to the basment while mother hid the eggs in the yard. With baskets in hand, we zipped through the yard, too find the prize egg. I just knew I would find the egg that would win me the big chocolate bunny! The one I had no intentions of sharing with my siblings. I found this not to be the case. I feel into the mud after that egg and my prize was a scolding for muddying my tights. Finally Summer! School was out and I was free to do all the things I had dreampt of all winter! I will camp in the back yard! I will go on safari in Mr. Durretts woods! I will roll down the hills at Durrett High! I will sit in the apricot tree and eat all the apricots before my brother! I will NOT wear plaid! I found this not to be the case, as I heard those horrifying words: Vacation Bible School. Two weeks of pure torture making things of plaster, even I couldn't recognize. Wearing plaid dresses with pat-n-leather shoes and the only thing about it that I can recall, was the dam Kool-Aid and cookies! Love You, Cinda
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Mizzie, are you Fran's care worker? Sorry, brain fog. I hope she is able to get counseling and support for what's happened to her.
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We are all looking forward to having Fran back with us. Fran you have to keep fighting to get better. I know there are mean people in the world but you have to remember you have friends who care for you and will never judge you or try to get anything from you. We just want you to get better and come back to us.
You are in the thoughts and prayers of people you know, and friends you have yet to meet. Blessings, Sue
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I will send Fran a BIG HUGE HUG right now. I am also keeping her in my thoughts and prayers.
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Fran's Nurse sent this to all Fran's friend's & this is a copy of it!
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Huggies Fran and keep on fighting for better days and nites!
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