I can’t give up

July 5, 2018
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I can’t give up

I can’t give up

“I have stage three colon cancer, borderline stage four. Stage four means I won’t recover. I was diagnosed four years ago. I have lost 100 pounds. I can’t give up. I came home to take care of my mom when she had cancer and I watched her give up. I wish she hadn’t. But I see the pain she went through. I understand that pain now. My dad and grandfather passed away from cancer, too. I am so tired of this colonostomy bag. My neighbors are sick and I have been cutting their grass and taking care of them. The Lord told me to do it, so I am. I think about my kids and grandkids and I can’t give up. My hands and feet are numb from the chemo. I fall sometimes. They told me that if I didn’t take it, I would live for three years. With the chemo, I have 10 years.”

“I am caring for him but I an not in the best shape. I need a hysterectomy and have back problems.”

“Family is important here. You see them all of the time. But grandparents are raising kids now. Kids are having kids. Drugs are messing them up. The doctors are writing prescriptions. The young generation wants to get rich by doing nothing but selling drugs. They want the fancy clothes and tennis shoes and not work. We are poor in West Virginia and a lot are on welfare. They have opened a few mines back up but not nearly enough. Obama killed the coal mine industry. People here depend on those jobs. The house we live in was one of the original coal camp houses. One house had four rooms and there was a family in each room. There was no bathrooms and a fireplace in the middle. Each family paid the coal company rent to live in that house. There was a shootout in town and my grandfather helped load the bodies on the wagon that carried them away. This is not an easy place to live.”

1 comment on “I can’t give up”

  1. Sher Graham says:

    As I sit here at breakfast, and look back at them last 24 hours from my life and how uneventful and yet frustrating it has been oh, I chasties myself for being so small in my thought process. This Woman’s story that you shared while you’re on the road made me cry. If each of us could read this story, reflect on its message and stop labeling, stop bullying and start being kind to one another in our own thoughts about ourselves, our thoughts about others and our actions and words towards each other. If you do those just took the time each day to do one thing for a neighbor I eat take over something to eat I mowed the grass or take them groceries without asking or without being asked, think of the joy that would make to someone thanks for the story while you’re on the road in my part of the country.

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