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Last March was when all of the BIG changes started for me. I was getting burned out in my career, tired of the "corporate grind" and knew that if I didn't make a change soon that I wouldn't last much longer. I had been looking at some franchise opportunities, and we were poised financially for me to make a move. So I did, I signed a franchise agreement and we were on our way...or so I thought!
Some brief history here; I have always made more money than my husband, I have always been the main supporter of our family...we made the decision early on that I would take on this role, and he would care for the kids. This might have worked fine, but that was all he ended up doing...I still cooked, cleaned, shopped, basically did it all- no wonder I was burned out! I could go on a rant here, but will save it for later.
After signing the agreement, I gave my notice at work and had my last day there on March 28th, it felt soooooo good to be free! I was going to stay home, focus on getting the business up and running, and then manage and grow it from there...that was the plan...lol
A year and a half earlier my Mom began having difficulties with her speech, a mild slurring of her words...and she didn't drink! She had been diagnosed as having had a stroke, but seemed to be having more difficulties as time went on. We felt that there was something more, and finally I goaded her into seeing another doctor, or more accurately to go to The Mayo Clinic for full diagnostic tests to see what was really wrong. So 2 weeks after my big career dump, we get her diagnosis...she has Lou Gehrig's Disease. She will not survive this. She is only 68 years old. This is a mind fuck like nothing I've ever experienced before, I am devastated...
You think in life that the people you love will eventually die...but you can never prepare for it, you can never be ready for it, and you can never accept it.
It is April 13th when we get the news, I begin to ask questions, read materials, and see what I can find out. The news is grim, the prognosis is eminent death. There's no way around it. I am so not ready for this...
The average amount of time an ALS patient survives after diagnosis is about 18 months, my Mom had been mis-diagnosed for that long already, so we knew that our time was limited. However aside from her speech difficulties she seemed to be doing well...we could only hope...
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Posted by 2ndchildhood on 2007-12-13 20:57:42 | Rating: | Views: 52
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You are so right, we can never prepare for this.
My prayers are with you!
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Posted by trevorjohn
on 2007-12-29 11:49:32
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Thanks...prayers are much needed here! :)
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Posted by 2ndchildhood
on 2007-12-29 11:56:24
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