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"OZ GAVE NOTHING TO THE TIN MAN........THAT THE TIN MAN... DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE"..............................................



Not many posts from here as of late.....it seems as though life just keeps on happening with its own series of events beyond our control.  My daughter, Shannon, has moved in with us after her brother's death.....she lived next door to him when he died.  

It has been a little tough on all of us but especially her...

With her being here we have finally caught up on all the neglected doctor visits and tests she should have had.  It seems that there could be a serious problem with her lungs...don't know yet...but will find out soon.  

Today, as I'm sitting in the imaging office I began thinking of the WIZARD OF OZ....of all things.  It is one of my all time favorite movies....I loved all the characters and always thought I related to brave Dorothy.  However, with what has been going on with our lives recently I think I relate to the TIN MAN most of all.  All he wanted was a heart.....I've always had a heart....but didn't realize how  big a heart could actually be until a child dies or another child is seriously ill....and how a heart, even though it is broken is able to mend.   

I think I have a fairly strong heart
and have weathered life's storms pretty well.....we will have to see about this next "gale" that is building up.

Please keep us in your thoughts.

xo

Jo

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  1. Oh dear Jo, I have been on and off with blogland and haven't checked on your blog in ages. I didn't know you had lost your son. I am so very sorry. I lost my firstborn son shortly after birth and that was 39years ago and I still think of it every.single.day. Your heart will find a way to hold all of those wonderful memories and fade, with time. the painful ones of losing him. I will pray for you and your family. I hope your daughter will regain her health, I will pray for her healing also.

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  2. Hugs and sympathy to you and your family. We don't realize what we're made of, until we need to draw upon it.
    Deb

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  3. Wishing you and yours all the best. Sending prayers and healing thoughts your way.
    Mary

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  4. Dear Jo, you are clearly in my thoughts. I know that first year of grieving is especially hard -- not that it ends on cue, but in the first year every single event, holiday, celebration or occasion is marked by having one less very special person to be there or share it with. I know your daughter will take great comfort being with you right now. I can see why it would be especially difficult.

    I am concerned about her lung issues. As you may know, I also have a serious and chronic lung disease, one rather uncommon that is managed, not cured. It's a tough bunch of symptoms to have -- lots of coughing really affects you and others. I suspect she is probably working with others or talking to others who have had issues like this (even if they aren't the same) but please feel free to give her my info if you think it is appropriate. I'd be happy to listen and if there are coping strategies I can share, I would be glad to do so.

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  5. Your family has had such a rough time lately -- sending best healing wishes to your daughter and all of you, for all physical and emotional wounds. It's good your daughter has you to help her -- "there's no place like home."

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  6. Jo. I hope you have good news from the doctor, at least she is close . Sending hugs for all of you.
    Rosezeta.

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