My Life and MS

By Jeana Wisnesky

Jeana's Journal Page #3

Hello again,

This month I write to all of you with a heavy heart. My father passed away approximately a week after Christmas. I'll always miss him, and thank God for the time I had him around me. I loved him a great deal.
 
Dad wanted me to come home for the holidays. I went home Christmas Eve, but was not able to stay. Mom could not maneuver the manual hoyer we have at home by herself. After an hour of trying, she reluctantly brought me back to NHC. My mother returned home and found my father sitting on the side of his bed crying. He told my mom, it was the worst Christmas he ever had. You have no idea how upset that made me, knowing my disability was the main cause of his sadness. It was as if he knew this was his last Christmas because he wanted us all home. My mother called the next week and told me that dad was very ill.
 
When she called me to come home, I knew mom was calling about my father. It was a gut feeling only, because he hadn't seemed that sick at Christmas time. I gathered together some clothes, my medicine, and awaited my sister to come and get me. When we arrived home, it was obvious that dad was very sick. I would have liked to spend more time him, but I couldn't stay at home. My mother had to make special arrangements for me to sleep at a local nursing home when he was dying.

Take care and until next time,
 
Bye
Jeana

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