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A cyber-friend's family is in great need!
A close friend, an excellent Horsewoman, a devoted mother, and an all around wonderful person died last week.
Vicki was one of the sweetest people that I knew. She had some of the most beautiful horses in the area, and just this summer, became the owner of a precious Arabian filly, a maiden foal out of a superb mare.
Her oldest daughter teaches riding lessons, when not attentding college. Her middle child is in eighth grade, and is absolutely lost without her Mother. The baby, three years old, doesn't have a clue what just happened. All she knows is that Mommy disapeared, and that she's living with her Aunt. Emily cries because she doesn't know where her pets are, where her Mommy is, or even where her sisters are.
Vicki had several horses, and six or seven dogs, including Caleb, a gorgeous Sheltie pup that she was getting ready to show.
She had been fighting Cancer for a long time. First in her Brain, and they beat that. Then in her blood, and they beat that. Then her breasts, and they beat that too. In her bones, beat that. Then, for almost a year, she seemed to be getting better. No sign of the Cancer, feeling stronger, and starting to "live" again. But about four months ago, they recieved the worst possible news. The Cancer was back in her brain. Untreatable, inoperable. It was growing at a horrendous pace, and they gave her no hope, and only four weeks to live. The nightmare stretched into four months. These last few weeks, knowing that she wouldn't leave the hospital this time, were torture for all of them. She had gone from a healthy weight to a skeleton. Wracked with pain, and so far gone that, although she knew everything that was going on, there wasn't enough healthy brain tissue for her to communicate with those she loved.
Although this is a horrible time for them all, I worry about the Thirteen year old. She doesn't smile, doesn't talk, doesn't eat. She is truly lost, not knowing how to live without her Mom. The oldest girl, is at least past the point of total dependence on her Mother, and the Baby has practically been raised by her sisters. Their Father doesn't know how to do it all. He works, he tries to raise his girls, and yet faces an empty bed, except for Caleb, who refuses to sleep anywhere but on Vicki's pillow.
This family needs as many prayers as they can get, and they have a long hard road ahead of them, living without Vicki, who had been the hub of the family, the person that kept everything together, running smoothly.
A close friend, an excellent Horsewoman, a devoted mother, and an all around wonderful person died last week.
Vicki was one of the sweetest people that I knew. She had some of the most beautiful horses in the area, and just this summer, became the owner of a precious Arabian filly, a maiden foal out of a superb mare.
Her oldest daughter teaches riding lessons, when not attentding college. Her middle child is in eighth grade, and is absolutely lost without her Mother. The baby, three years old, doesn't have a clue what just happened. All she knows is that Mommy disapeared, and that she's living with her Aunt. Emily cries because she doesn't know where her pets are, where her Mommy is, or even where her sisters are.
Vicki had several horses, and six or seven dogs, including Caleb, a gorgeous Sheltie pup that she was getting ready to show.
She had been fighting Cancer for a long time. First in her Brain, and they beat that. Then in her blood, and they beat that. Then her breasts, and they beat that too. In her bones, beat that. Then, for almost a year, she seemed to be getting better. No sign of the Cancer, feeling stronger, and starting to "live" again. But about four months ago, they recieved the worst possible news. The Cancer was back in her brain. Untreatable, inoperable. It was growing at a horrendous pace, and they gave her no hope, and only four weeks to live. The nightmare stretched into four months. These last few weeks, knowing that she wouldn't leave the hospital this time, were torture for all of them. She had gone from a healthy weight to a skeleton. Wracked with pain, and so far gone that, although she knew everything that was going on, there wasn't enough healthy brain tissue for her to communicate with those she loved.
Although this is a horrible time for them all, I worry about the Thirteen year old. She doesn't smile, doesn't talk, doesn't eat. She is truly lost, not knowing how to live without her Mom. The oldest girl, is at least past the point of total dependence on her Mother, and the Baby has practically been raised by her sisters. Their Father doesn't know how to do it all. He works, he tries to raise his girls, and yet faces an empty bed, except for Caleb, who refuses to sleep anywhere but on Vicki's pillow.
This family needs as many prayers as they can get, and they have a long hard road ahead of them, living without Vicki, who had been the hub of the family, the person that kept everything together, running smoothly.
