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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Willingness (02/21/05)

TITLE: I Never Gave Up On My Mother
By Marion Coleman
02/26/05


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My mother was living at Peninsula Nursing Home for ten years.
She wasn't far from where I lived. The medical staffs were fine.
Mom had twenty four-hour cares. I was the only one of her children-
That made sure her needs was met. My mother has four children. When my-
Sisters and brother came to see my mother they never spoke with her doctor.
Sometimes my oldest sister brought flowers and cookies. My mother didn't like many flowers. But my oldest sister still brought her flowers.

In 1998 my mother was eighty-nine years old and she developed Breast Cancer.
Mom had to have surgery. I waited by myself and I prayed to God that everything would be all right. Thank God my mother came through with flying colors.
I went into the recovery room and my mother had awakened from her surgery. She called out my name and I answered "here I am." I had set on the other side; and she couldn't see me. I stood up and asked her "was she all right." She answered and said "yes." I cried a little; but she saw nothing. I waited for my mother to be taken to her room.

My mother-stayed two weeks and her other children never came to the hospital.
My mother didn't care. She knew that God had brought her through.

After, my mother got well my sister came and she brought her flowers and cookies
My other sister and brother came that next week and they brought her a cake. My mother liked the cake and she asked them "where had they been." They answered." "We waited until you got better.

I gave my mother all the love and care she needed. I brought her home mostly every Christmas. I watched and cared for her when she was at her best. I saw her when she started worsening. My sisters and brother hadn't came that much to see her at her worsening. They told me that if they saw her "it would have made them sick."

They gave me all the responsibilities. What they never knew that it was an honor to have-cared for my mother.

It was the willingness of my heart and Gods faith that never made me give up.
I was received a responsibility and I did what I was supposed to do as a daughter.

On May 22, 2004 my mother went home to be with the Lord. She is really being missed. She was a wonderful mother and friend. I have cried many nights.


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Lori Othouse 02/28/05
God bless you for your faithfulness to your mother! May you be comforted by His loving arms holding and sustaining you.
Lynne Gaunt03/01/05
Thank you for sharing these memories of your Mother. I can see that you have received many blessings because of your faithful service.

Can I make a suggestion? There are a few grammatal errors in your piece - I have found that if I read my writing out loud that most of the errors are easy to "see" and correct. Just a thought.

God bless you as you serve him!
donna robinson03/04/05
It is hard when siblings don't pick up the challenge. But you found the most important lesson of all, memories of you and her. I know my mother doesn't have much longer and I live far away and my sister gets a lot of the work. It hurts because I want to be there and can't. So I envy you the chance you were given.