tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92101981916030151252024-02-07T19:12:22.046-08:00Updates on James Armstead (June's Daddy)Would you please keep The Armstead Family in your prayers as we trust in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for my daddy's healing and complete recovery.JuneEttaArmstead.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14372994926724957994noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-35149212525644131582012-05-09T17:49:00.001-07:002012-05-10T13:16:39.712-07:00The BEST "Going Away" Party...EVER!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“<b>And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me,
Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><b>James Edward Armstead</b>, dear, daddy, grandpa, Mr.
Armstead, Jim, Brother James, Uncle James, Deacon Armstead, the eldest child was
born on October 25, 1940 in Texola, Oklahoma to Willie Bea Evans (Shaver) and
Willie Jarely Armstead. During his formative years James lived with his mother,
Evangelist Willie Bea, Grandpa Evans, several siblings and other close relatives
in Texola. His mother was a very God fearing woman who believed in rigorous
church attendance and would accept nothing less of her children; so he did at
some point accept Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior when he was a child. He
also sang in the church choir and routinely attended other church
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">At the age of 9, he moved to San Francisco, California to
live with his father Willie Jarely, step-mother Alzada, and other siblings from
their union. James did attend and graduate from Poly-Tech High School in San
Francisco in 1958. At the age of 19 he worked for Children’s Hospital in the
cafeteria when he met the love of his life, partner and friend <b>Opal Marie
(Safford) Armstead</b>, who also worked in the cafeteria. They were married on
February 4, 1961 and remained for 51 years. From their union were born three
girls; <b>Jean Naté, June</b> and <b>Marna</b>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">James was an extraordinary man, who over the course of
his life accomplished many things. He was first, a son and child of the Most High
(Our father) in heaven, loving husband, and father, father-in-law, doting
grandfather, elder brother, brother-in-law, uncle, cousin, God-father,
disciplinarian, protector bible reader, tither, history enthusiast, teacher,
true friend, confidant, trustee, encourager, mentor, a man of his word, world
traveler, leader, man of strong character, man of action, influencer, humorous,
witty, problem solver, business associate, business client, professional
salesman, a successful business man and owner until his heart attack in
2010.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">James thrived on being an effective salesperson who
simply loved going to visit his numerous clients on a regular basis to serve
their needs. His clients genuinely adored and thought fondly of him. They will
truly miss his smile and charming personality.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">As with all good customer service when something doesn’t
work anymore, you replace it. James replaced his failing body and made a
peaceful transition to his glorified body on Friday afternoon, April 20, 2012 at
<b>St. Luke’s Hospital</b> in <b>San Francisco</b>, with his loving wife
<b>Opal</b> by his side. He was 71 years old. Heaven must be beyond our wildest
dreams because he decided to go back again, this time forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">He leaves to esteem is legacy, his wife of 51 years
<b>Opal</b>, daughters <b>Jean Naté, June</b>, <b>Marna</b>, son-in-law Stanley,
two grandchildren <b>Nicolas </b>and<b> Aleja</b>. Two aunts <b>Doretha
Sheridan, Eula Mae Howel</b>l, and <b>Uncle Bennie Evans</b>. Many sisters and
brothers, <b>Albert (Roberta) Shaver, Clara (Timothy) Reid, Cynthia Patterson,
Flora (Skip) Taylor, Rev. Jessie G. (Felicia) Shaver, Johnnie Smith, Kennard
Shaver, Lee Ethel Ellison, Lewis Smith (deceased), Lonnie (Valerie) Smith
(deceased), Robert Smith (deceased), Roy Armstead (deceased), Rev. Sammie
(Nannette) Shaver, Saundra Elaine Young, Truedell (George) Griffin, Virginia
Armstead, Warnell Armstead (deceased). Brother & Sister-in-laws; Wilson
Williams Jr. (deceased), Donnell (Jennifer) Safford, Minister Enoch (Mary)
Williams, Pamela (Pastor Jewell) Ruffin, Bruce Williams, Verla Williams, Carol
(Minister Ray) Jackson, Barbara Williams, Linda Lee, Marilyn (David) Pearson,
Carl Safford, Myrl (Commie) Gilbert, and Valeria (Ronnie) Knighton</b>. He also
leaves a host of cousins, nieces, nephews, and wonderful
friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">When we first met, November 1959, I was thankful for your
friendship, it seemed as though we had known each other all of our lives, for we
shared many of the same thoughts and dreams.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Our backgrounds were very much alike. So you became my
friend, defender, and confidant. Unknown to us, that this was a “set up”
ordained by God. Even if we had gone on different paths we would have
some how still been connected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Over the years, you have been not only my husband for 51
years, but you have adequately loved and provided for me and our children and
grandchildren, never causing us a moment of concern as to whether we would
survive or not, and for this I am forever grateful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">You have always been a very responsible and persistent
person and a relentless businessman, who sought after your goals and set a pace
to achieve them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Our lives have not been perfect, but out growing pains
have been positive. Years ago when you first shared your aspirations with me I
was uncertain, but as time passed I learned more and more how important
obligations were to you personally and in your business affairs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">I have been very proud to be your wife and the mother and
grandmother of your children. For you have blazed a trail which may not appear
to have much light, but that small flicker has caused a lot of heat to warm
many.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“<b>Now we do not want you to be ignorant, brothers,
concerning those who have fallen asleep, so that you will not grieve as the
rest, who have no hope.</b></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, thus
also God will bring those who have fallen asleep through Jesus together with
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we
who are alive, who remain until the Lord’s coming, will not possibly precede
those who have fallen asleep.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a
shout of command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God,
and the dead in Christ will rise first.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Then we who are alive, who remain, will be caught up at
the same time together with them in the clouds for a meeting with the Lord in
the air, and thus we will be together with the Lord
always.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Therefore comfort one another with these
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> for James & During Our Time of Bereavement</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">By Aleja (Granddaughter) </span></u></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">MY GRANDPA SPEECH</span></u></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I love my grandfather
dearly, I always will. When a loved one
dies, they are never really dead. They
are actually just in a new life. Like a
wise woman told me, it is like moving to a new school or a new city and a new
life will begin by meeting your father, your <u>HEAVENLY</u> father.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I remember that my
grandfather was a very independent and strong-willed man, I admired that about
him. If he wanted to do something, all
he had to do was set his mind to it and he could do anything. In his ill-state
doctors said, he would not be able to speak for a really long time, but he
proved them wrong: he talked to a nurse with a trake in his throat. If that is not a miracle, I do not know what
is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">My grandpa always had
a soft spot for me. He would always find
a way to make me happy. At the office,
he would sneak me a candy: SEE’S Nuts and Chews. I know many of you have a
family member like that; sneak you a candy when no one was looking. Well grandpa was like that for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I love my grandpa very
much and I know you all love him too. I
have many memories I would like to tell you about, but I do not have time. I wish you all the best. I wish my grandpa was here now, but sadly, he
is not. The one thing I miss about him is his hugs. Someday I will hug him again, but this time,
he will be able to hug me back.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">By: Jean Nate Thomas
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I was talking with my
god-sister the other day about our family infrastructure and how we are so
blessed to be raised with parents who were concerned about our success. My
father and mother had a group of friends who were all married about the same
time; now all should be reaching their
51st wedding anniversaries this year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">This special group in
their late teens, early twenties became a village of kindred mindsets and how
they would raise their children to be different from the rest. Today, this
mindset unfortunately rarely exists in the African-American community. These husbands and wives, fathers and mothers
set the pace for how their children would standout.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Today, I am proud to
say that I am one of those children who experienced the benefits of their
efforts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">My father was one of
those individuals who made sure that the legacy he was trying to establish; did
leave a lasting impression. My father
exposed us girls to everything, good schools, money, and foods from various
cultures, business, entrepreneurial task, character, integrity, discipline, the
bible, and strong family ties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">He later realized that
no matter what he did to be successful in life or business and to
exemplify success to his family; the
only true success is knowing and accepting Jesus Christ our your personal Lord
and Savior. We knew how much he loved us because he was always teaching us
something, discussing or debating scripture with us. The debates never lasted
very long because he knew his daughters were strong believers too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">My father’s legacy was
to go do what you have been gifted to do and do not forget to honor the Lord in
it.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To: Marna (Youngest
Daughter)</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> - You
understood daddy’s business venerability and you set out to correct the areas
that were lacking. You have everything
you need to maintain the business that daddy established because he sowed that
seed in you. You know how to move the company in the right direction for this
century. Your decisions are right, so do
not second-guess yourself.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To: </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">June (Middle Daughter)</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> - You have daddy’s mindset for
business and no-nonsense approach, I am proud of you and so was he. Move your
salon to the next level; expand.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To: </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Nick (Grandson)</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> - You are branded like me for
responsibility and leadership. Do not be
reluctant in your calling be the leader grandpa knew you would be. As you are
almost finishing college, go out and be that strong and Godly leader your
generation is looking for.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To: </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Aleja (Granddaughter)</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> - There is no fear in the Armstead
household. Grandpa was not afraid to do
or try something. He made sure you were
secure in who you are. You are braver and stronger than you realize. You just
have to exercise that gift.</span></div>
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on some things so that promise you both made to each other; my dad is counting
on you to hold your end up because he was a man of his work and a good judge of
character.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To: </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Mommy (Wife)</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> - I realize you not only lost your
husband, but your best friend and confident. Just realize that you have other
family members and friends who are here to support you. In addition, great is
your reward for your faithfulness to daddy from the beginning to the end. God will honor you; He has not forgotten.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I guess I can say that I truly
understood my father’s heart and love for us and to everyone that he touched because
he did preach the good news of the kingdom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> I have a charge for all of the family,
friends, business associates present here today; if my father has ever said anything to you
that was impactful and helped you in some way; he meant it and if you have not
taken his advice, consider it again; especially about accepting Jesus as your
Lord and Savior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Daddy went home to be with the Lord very peacefully last Friday afternoon while his wife of 51 years (Opal) held his hand--along with a other loved ones at his bedside. God is so merciful and definitely <b>GOOD</b>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I (June) will update this blog with our family's journey over the past year with Daddy and keep you posted on how we are doing embarking upon this new chapter in our lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">(October
25, 1940 - April 20, 2012)</span></div>
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April 26, 2012</span></div>
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<u><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Condolences:</span></b></i></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">The
Armstead Family</span></div>
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West Business Forms/Little City Press</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">415.822.6225</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-86304921878838217232011-05-09T19:40:00.000-07:002011-05-09T19:40:46.784-07:00Does anyone remember Michigan J?So it has been almost six months since my our last entry. Dare I apologize?<br />
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Anyway, again we have had our ups and downs within our household. Sometimes being frustrated with each other, Daddy, medical insurance and the likes. Although our schedule is much better, it is still sometimes difficult because we are so exhausted some days. But there are other days we feel as if we can conquer the world through Christ.<br />
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So far, we have had a few therapy sessions in which Daddy did not participate AT ALL! I think we get more out of him when we try and do it ourselves. :-/<br />
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One day, the speech therapist came after months of my mom trying to obtain an appointment. Now, it is hilarious as I think back on it. But at the time, my mom was fuming! Hahaha! Yes, I guess you can hardly imagine Opal Armstead being any kind of upset. But ooooh was she!<br />
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Well, the therapist came tried to do some sort of evaluation, but Daddy would not open his mouth! Ha! He said absolutely nothing. Nada--not one word. My mom said she felt so foolish trying to convince the therapist that Daddy, does indeed talk....sing, laugh, etc.<br />
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OMGsh! I could only imagine how foolish she must have felt, as well as appeared. Now, I must tell you this has happened twice! The second time was a surprise visit. Marna even tried to record him to prove it. The therapist told us that he actually needed to see and hear Daddy speak to analyze his swallowing and movement of tongue. So after he spent almost 30 minutes with Daddy trying to make him, rather waiting for him to speak, he had to leave. My mom said, it wasn't even two minutes after leaving our home, Nuk came in the room and started chit-chatting with her Grandpa as they always do, and you know what happened, right? Yes, James Armstead was just-a talkin' and blowin' kisses back and forth between he and <i>his baby. </i>Unbelievable!!<br />
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So now you know my why Mommy was furious. Lol! When I came home from work, she told me the story. She said that she is <b>DONE!</b> She said that she is not going to force the issue, push it, or try and make him do anything. Because Daddy obviously is going to do what he wants to do--when he wants to do it. Well, I don't think this is anything new for James Armstead. Oh well.<br />
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In the meantime, I have been calling him <b>"Michigan J-ames"</b>. Does anyone remember him? The singing frog? Well, I was a Looney-Toones fanatic as a child. I LOVED cartoons--still do! To give you an idea of what it has been like. I have attached the cartoon below.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://youtu.be/NRnX4quv5W4">One Froggy Evening - Michigan J. Frog Cartoon on YouTube</a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weebly.com/uploads/5/0/3/6/5036265/message_from_daddy_wednesday_february_23_2011_4.45_pm.wav">Daddy trying to talk a little bit back on February 23, 2011</a></div><br />
Oh yes, by the way, I hope you all had a wonderful Mother's Day!<br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-20167210961114206512011-01-30T12:59:00.000-08:002011-01-30T13:24:08.281-08:00Wow!Hello Everyone!<br />
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Yes, it has been over a month. Ooops!<br />
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Well, Marna and I have been playing the "tag...you're it!" blogger game. Hahaha!<br />
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Sigh. Our schedules still are kind of out of sorts. But we are working hard running our individual businesses, as well as Daddy's company, trying to take care of Daddy, do what we need to do in our personal lives and keep sane all at the same time. There are not enough hours in the day to complete all that needs to be done. What is a family suppose to do?<br />
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Anyway, here are some quick updates:<br />
<ol><li>Daddy did one more run the the ER a couple of weeks ago. He actually indicated that his chest was hurting and wanted us to call 911. Of course we did immediately. I remember requesting, if at all possible, they not turn on the sirens. Lol! I don't think our block could handle another James Armstead wake up call of fire trucks and ambulances. The doctors ran all sorts of tests and scans and found absolutely nothing wrong. They resolved to send him back home some hours later.</li>
<li>The doctor lowered the dosage of some medications and two days later he became more alert. He actually started laughing one day! It was hilarious. He was truly <i>tickled pink </i>and could hardly stop. My mom and I were shocked! Since that time, he has laughed and chuckled several times at comments made or just observing us interacting with each other.</li>
<li>He is not as feisty as he had been before, which is good. He is more mellow. Thank God! </li>
<li>The diaper changing situation is <i>so </i>much better. We have a schedule and system that works. Yay! (finally) We even have become faster in the process. Amen!</li>
<li>I still have the 3:00 AM schedule to help my mom change him. But we don't start his tube feeding until 7:00 AM now. The doctor wants us to try to get him back on a normal eating schedule.</li>
<li>Marna has been giving him physical therapy while we play the insurance game waiting for professional therapy. She has been able to attach his hands to the trapeze bar above his hospital bed. We also play tug-of-war with a sheet we put big knots in. I massage his face and jaws each day with anointing oil. A few days later, he tried to open his mouth and speak. I must say, Miss Aleja (Nuk) can get him to try and speak anytime she pleases. (rolling eyes) She's <i>his </i>Sweet Little Baby Girl so he'll say <i>anything </i>for her. Lol! He also tried to repeat his ABC's with John (one of our CNA's).</li>
<li>We are constantly checking his memory by informing him of when someone, whether it's a customer of his, family member, friend, etc. asks about his progress to see if he remembers who we are referring to. YES, he remembers all who have asked about him. Isn't that wonderful!?!</li>
<li>He fusses and grunts at the television (that he can't see) when something disagrees with him. He has always liked listening to Christian debates on the radio. So when a show on Christian television comes on called Town Hall (or something of that nature) he wants everyone to be quiet so he can listen intently. As soon as they say something that is unbiblical or disagrees with him, you can hear his displeasure. Hahaha! That is when I say, "Daddy, you don't like what he said?" Then he <i>quickly</i> retorts back with his mouth closed, "Uh-uh!" while shaking his head. I have to laugh at him, and then silence myself, 'cause he still wants to hear without any interruptions. He is funny.</li>
<li>The night before last, we were watching/listening to TBN ( links below). They had two men give their testimony of going to heaven and hell then being sent back to earth to tell the story. When the one told his testimony about heaven, I asked Daddy if he was familar with what the man described and did he experience the same things? Hmmm? Lets just say, James Armstead has <u style="color: #741b47;"><b>MUCH</b></u><span style="color: #741b47;"><b> </b></span>to share with all of us!</li>
</ol><blockquote><blockquote><b style="color: #660000;">Friday Jan 28, 2011</b> - <span style="color: #660000;">Jan Crouch hosts Dwight Thompson, Bill Wiess, Don Piper, HLE Cast & Singers in Orlando, FL. - </span><b style="color: #660000;">(Video: <a class="archivevideo" href="http://www.tbn.org/watch/files/index.php?file=2011_1_28_56k.wmv&show=85" target="_blank">56k</a> <a class="archivevideo" href="http://www.tbn.org/watch/files/index.php?file=2011_1_28_100k.wmv&show=85" target="_blank">100k</a> <a class="archivevideo" href="http://www.tbn.org/watch/files/index.php?file=2011_1_28_300k.wmv&show=85" target="_blank">300k</a>)</b></blockquote></blockquote>So far, these are most of the imporant updates I wanted to share with you. Please continue to pray for us and for our strength while continuing this labor or love for Daddy.<br />
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--June <br />
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First, I need to make you aware, that he did go back into the hospital Monday night, the week before Thanksgiving. Sigh. I returned from church that night only to arrive a block away from our home---seeing flashing lights. I slowly drove closer to our house thinking, "If I see our lights on and our gate open, I know this is for us." As I got closer, I saw a fireman run out of our door! "Oh God, what now!?!" I called my mom from my cell phone because I couldn't come any closer. The fire trucks were blocking the street. When my mom finally answered the phone, I just asked, "Do I EVEN want to know?" She called 911 because his breathing sounded funny and labored, which made her nervous.<br />
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I finally was able to park the car and get into the house. They had taken Daddy's vitals and everything appeared okay. They debated somewhat back and forth if they should take him. Finally, they asked Daddy and he nodded his head indicating he wanted to go the the hospital. Well, we agreed! If <i>he </i>wants to go, then please take him.<br />
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After taking various test in the ER, the doctors found out that Daddy, did in fact, have another heart attack! Yes, you read correctly! We were so distressed and somewhat shocked. I think that is when I resolved to really, truly, honest to God give all of this matter over to HIM. I thought I had, but somehow I picked up all the worry, care and concern again. I realize if I don't lay this whole situation at the Lord's alter, I will be a complete basket case! The enemy would just love for our family to completely lose our minds! God forbid!<br />
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Anyway, Daddy stayed there a little less than a week--five days to be exact, then he was back home that following Saturday. While he was in the hospital, we were not able to visit him everyday like we had before, which made us a little upset. But at the same time, we were pooped! None of us had the energy or mindset to do so. Taking care of Daddy at home had taken a toll on us. We were so exhausted and frustrated. Daddy was mean acting and irritable. And for someone who could not talk, he sure was able to say the phrases, "Shut-up!" "This is stupid!" "Leave me alone!" and the word "NO!" We were in amazement of the words he was able to express even though they were not nice. :-|<br />
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Anyway, he would fight us brushing his teeth, changing his diaper, wiping his face, etc. I mean everything we tried to do for him, was a fight! Goodness! Well, five days after his Seton Hospital stay, he seemed more mellow and cooperative. Not sure what all happened during his stay, but it obviously was good for him and us as well. Maybe God used that time to whip him into shape and give us a breather because when he arrived back home, we were ready for him--<i>attitude and all! </i>Hey ol' man, you're not gonna push us 'round! We still have to take care of you. It's showdown time! Lol!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Oh, I wanted to publicly thank Pastor Leversie Johnson and Ms. Ruth Jackson (Nicolas' grandma) for preparing our entire Thanksgiving dinner. Thank you, thank you and thank you again! We appreciate everyone who has, still is and will continue to do whatever the Lord places on your heart for our family. It will NEVER be forgotten. God bless you abundantly!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Well, tonight I massaged his hands and feet with a generic version of Icy-Hot and baby oil from my favorite 99 cent store. Lol! We have been waiting for approval from his insurance for hand braces or splints. This has been an ongoing battle. I took it upon myself to purchase braces from Walgreens and <i>jerry</i>-<i>rig </i>pieces to slide within to help keep his hands and fingers straight. If we continue to just wait for his insurance, Daddy will be a crinkled up ball! We shall see how it goes. So far, I was able to put the braces on his hands, which was quite a challenge because everything is so tight, sore and stiff. But we are hopeful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It is getting late. I better get to bed. :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">--June</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-12153931191377191122010-11-09T00:30:00.000-08:002010-11-09T00:30:38.462-08:00A Pair of Extra Male Hands?Okay. So far, everything is somewhat running smoothly. We are a bit tired, but trying to do our best. It has been a complete week since Daddy has come home. He is doing better in his therapy sessions and hopefully, they will continue if he is approved for more days. This all depends on his progress reports. The home care has really been great! We are able to work, etc. while he is taken care of for about five hours a day.<br />
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</b></div><u><b style="color: #20124d;">But this is our dilemma:</b></u> The diaper changing situation. Nicolas works and goes to school, so he is not always available during the hours we need him. My uncle, Pastor Jewell is not available during the weekends, but he has been able to help sometimes throughout the weekday. Unfortunately, sometimes Daddy has to wait to be changed because we don't have the help, which is <u><b>NOT</b></u><b> </b>good.<br />
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<u><i style="color: #4c1130;"><b>My Plea:</b></i></u><span style="color: #4c1130;"> </span>If there are any <i>male </i>family members and/or friends who are available to help roll Daddy back and forth (it takes about 20 minutes) while my mom changes him, it would be sooooooooooo appreciated and a stress off our minds. This is mostly needed in the evenings during the week before we all retire for bed and a few times of day during the weekend. If the Lord leads you, please contact my mom. Thank you. Bless you! :-D<br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-38442558456715318582010-11-03T17:02:00.000-07:002010-11-03T17:03:10.000-07:00Thank You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZeQNqXzwqYLngvt2HjyQ8J7Bu0lg11Q1ZGEORlTuFPGfbXnG0Kyeq60PjE3XNLIvTY2dE9TVCE4fB1Lpl8PaTMYac2iBrLc4W2oRERnApdesSMvZvA96WHsq3StmazUYHkYtjwuvnJY/s1600/CCI11032010_00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZeQNqXzwqYLngvt2HjyQ8J7Bu0lg11Q1ZGEORlTuFPGfbXnG0Kyeq60PjE3XNLIvTY2dE9TVCE4fB1Lpl8PaTMYac2iBrLc4W2oRERnApdesSMvZvA96WHsq3StmazUYHkYtjwuvnJY/s400/CCI11032010_00002.jpg" width="306" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-84644863131198005312010-11-02T21:31:00.000-07:002010-11-03T21:45:03.278-07:00We're Doing Much Better NowI will blog briefly, then I must get to sleep because I have the 3:00 AM "Daddy-Watch". ;-)<br />
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Home care worked for the first time today. It was a BIG relief! They came in at 9:30 AM and stayed until 2:30 PM. She (Lydia) changed him, bathed him, lotioned him down, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, added more formula to his tube feeding, flushed him (giving 200 ml of water through the tube feeding), repositioned him, checked his blood pressure, and temperature throughout the day, and changed him again before my mom arrived home.<br />
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All I had to do was administer his medications and flush him again when I arrived home at 5 PM. Marna gives his morning medications with insulin around 9 AM and evening medication at 9 PM. I refill and restart his tube feeding for the day at 3AM in the morning. With our new and improved "The Armstead Household Way" schedule, we should have him completely fed and changed him for the final time each day no later than 10 PM. This will work for us. That way, we can ALL sleep throughout the night. I am an early riser anyway, so the 3:00 AM shift is perfect for me! That is usually when my alarm goes off anyway. I had to make just a few minor adjustments to include Daddy in my schedule, but I'm good! The 5 pm shift is for whoever is home, between Marna and I. Sometimes she has to work late, and I take it or vice versa. As for my mom, well, we have to work with her regarding the medications. Over the weekend, she tried to give him the 35 ml of insulin. Some spilled out of his skin, she freaked out because she was not sure if it would hold him the rest of the day. So she continued pricking his finger every 3 to 4 hours all day to make sure his blood sugar reading stayed within the proper range. Lol! She has much on her mind, so Marna made sure all Mommy has to do is change him once or twice a day with Nicolas or with my Uncle Jewel and check his vitals (blood sugar, blood pressure and temperature). Mommy is satisfied with that! We will retrain her once things have calmed down and she is not so nervous about everything. Hahaha!<br />
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But I must say, our past weekend was filled with many, many tears, uncertainty, prayer, discouragement, doubtfulness, disappointment in ourselves, etc. You name it! As excited as we were for Daddy to come home, it turned out to be a horrible weekend physically and emotionally. Per my previous post.<br />
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Monday started out very hopeful. We had somewhat of an interview with an agency for in home care referred by the facility (<a href="http://www.pacificarehab.com/">Pacifica Nursing & Rehab Center</a>) Daddy was in the past 3 months. They were very friendly and kind. It was very similar to the treatment we received in Pacifica at the rehab. By the way, our family must share how absolutely wonderful the Pacifica Nursing & Rehab Center is in a later blog post. <b>Goooo Pacifica!! </b>They took VERY good care of Daddy during his stay.<br />
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Anyway, the in home care agency came (about 7 people) to our home yesterday, to meet us, assess the situation, see which one of them would be a perfect fit and stayed almost an hour. We were very pleased with the manner in which they handled things. It just felt right for all of us. Thank you, Lord. Needless to say, they started the next day (today). So far, we are very please with the work done today. Most of all, Daddy was pleased. Lol! And that is saying a lot because James Armstead can be quite the critic. It was a relief and a stress was lifted. We all went to work and/or school feeling very comfortable with leaving the help in our home and most of all, in complete charge of Daddy. :-)<br />
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Lord, thank you. You always have a ram in the bush. God is an excellent provider!<br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-37876931514446701372010-11-01T02:42:00.000-07:002010-11-01T02:52:15.692-07:00The First 24 HoursWell, what can I say? Daddy needs a lot of care--24hr care.<br />
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How we will handle this, I have no clue. We are already exhausted and have had little to no sleep. This was just the weekend, not a regular work day. Maybe this was the Lord's way of giving us what we wanted, but also showing us there is a much, much more involved than we had anticipated.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Lord, we surrender. Instruct us as to what to do.</i></b></div><br />
We have an interview with an in home care agency tomorrow morning. We informed them that we need someone ASAP. Although, what we asked for is care during our work hours, we still have the night to consider.<br />
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He got very, very, very, extremely angry with me trying to help my mom change him. She made sure she kept him "covered" and all I had to do was roll him over side to side. About the third or fourth time with us doing this in the early hours of the morning (around 1:30 AM , I believe 3:00 AM and or 6:00 AM) he was fed up and very irate. We finally figured out what he was saying or at least trying to convey. He does not want or will not let ME (June), help my mom in <i>that capacity: </i><br />
<blockquote style="color: #990000;"> <b><i>Leviticus 18:6-7 (King James Version): None of you shall approach to any that is near of kin to him, to uncover their nakedness: I am the LORD. The nakedness of thy father, or the nakedness of thy mother, shalt thou not uncover: she is thy mother; thou shalt not uncover her nakedness.</i></b></blockquote>This is the only scripture I was able to find tonight, but there are a few of them them with the same <i>tone</i>. I remember him teaching on these types of scriptures. And when I spoke with him, this is what he is having a serious problem with.<br />
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I am sure there are some that think this is totally foolish, but I, on the other hand, totally respect my father, his beliefs and wishes. The truth is, yes, this <i>is </i>quite biblical. Granted, we don't have anyone else (male) to help my mom except Nick who works and goes to school. So much for having a house full of daughters. :-/ We are at a loss as to what to do and how to handle this matter. He finally agreed to allow Nick to help my mom. So that is how it is for tonight/this morning. Sigh.<br />
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We have a schedule of medication to administer as well as his tube feeding. We have to check his blood sugar, blood pressure and temperature every couple of hours, etc. He ran a slight temperature today and we had to ask my Aunt Elaine to run to the store for Tylenol because we couldn't leave the house. So yes, this is definitely an additional full time job. A job I am not sure we are able to handle ourselves. The schedule maybe too intense for our working family. I also don't want us to be so exhausted, we make mistakes administering his medication and so forth.<br />
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Jean, my sister in Virginia, said she will research and review all he may qualify for, as well as resources and/or agencies that could be of assistance for families in this predicament. I'll be the first to say, we need help. :-( I also think we are "too close" to the situation because it is our daddy/grandfather/husband, so we are highly emotional.<br />
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Please don't hesitate in contacting us if you know of any resources or anything you think we may not be aware of. Then, I can forward any information to Jean. Any help would be appreciated. Thank you so much.<br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-34233707644624624092010-10-25T19:31:00.000-07:002010-10-25T19:34:08.076-07:00Happy Birthday Daddy!As I mentioned in this morning's post, today is Daddy's 70th birthday. Well we just returned from a visit at the rehab and guess what we found out?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, it was a shock to us too. We have so much to do and so little time to do it. We thought we had a couple of weeks, but now we only have a couple of days. We haven't seen him smile in a very long time. But today, he was smiling the best he knew how. :-))</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This morning I was watching Joel Osteen and he preached on being open to the way God will do things, and <i>not </i>how <i>we </i>expect Him to do it. As my mom and I drove to visit Daddy this evening, I shared with her what the message was about. LOL! I love the way God always seems to prep me for what He is about to do, usually within the very same day, if not the next. Hahahaha! I have learned that I am NEVER <i>really </i>ever prepared in the natural sense, but I AM learning how to be open, more like <i><b>preparing </b></i>my heart for whatever God decides to throw my way. Hahaha! Maybe that is what He really means by "preparation"--to just have your heart open. <b><i>Be it unto me (us), Lord according to YOUR will!</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--June</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-42244425215409881012010-10-25T03:52:00.000-07:002010-10-25T19:45:37.851-07:00Sigh<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Not sure where to begin...</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, today is Daddy's birthday. He is 70 years old. We all wondered what we would do or how we would celebrate? Would he remember and would we tell him if he didn't? I think we, at least I, feel numb.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Daddy is to come home in a few weeks. My mom is really working hard trying to prepare the house. It has to pass inspection before they will release him to us. We will have to put the hospital bed in the living room because it is the only place it fits.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are not certain how we will accomplish this task of taking care of him, but with God's grace it will be done. That is what we hold on to--God's strength and power, not our own.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are all very tired and have been stressed out with all that needs taking care of and other issues that have seem to just POP UP. I for one, have had my share of "situations" that have been out of control and FAR beyond my control. But I dare not complain or accuse God falsely.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My mom has visited Daddy everyday since May 13th...<i>until </i>the day I ended up in the ER. Mommy met me there at the hospital so she wasn't able to visit Daddy. Sigh. Hypertension being the culprit. I don't have a history of it, but with all that has happened and what I am going through, my blood pressure jumped from always being extremely low to an all time-over the top high! Yes, high enough to be in the ER. I guess the 75 pounds I have gained and not walking as regularly as I did before has not helped. :-| Well, all that to say, I was prescribed 3 different medications and have to check my pressure 3 times a day. Ugh!!! </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">My doctor said because I don't have a history of it at my age, if I lose the weight, get back to my physical activity/exercising, etc. she is sure she can wean me off. Thank you and Lord have mercy. But in the meantime, I take little to no phone calls, unless it's an emergency, cut down the amount of clients I take each day, leave work at an appropriate time, have a designated lunch break to actually LEAVE the salon, exercise at home in the morning, cut down my food portions, went back to a vegetarian diet (because that is when my weight was under control and I felt my healthiest ever in life), try to enjoy life a little bit more, stay away from stressful situations as well as people, spending more time reading and trying really, really hard to relax. The last thing I want is to be laid up right next to my daddy. No, thank you!</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am learning to do what I must, accomplish what I can and leave the rest alone. I will spend more time doing what I enjoy and what calms me. So back to sitting at home alone, listening to soothing music, making waist beads, cutting out hair photos, fantasizing about clothing while browsing through catalogs and yes, crocheting. Lol! And finally, I'm buying an outdoor bike for Christmas! Yes, Merry Christmas to ME!! Just had to vent. Pardon.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, so enough about me. As for Daddy, these are most of the questions that arise, so I will take this time to answer them. Also, I hope this will help with those who are continuing to pray for his recovery. Consider the following "prayer targets".</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">1) He is not ambulatory. He can do absolutely nothing for himself.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">2) He is still not able to talk. Sometimes, it sounds as if he is grunting here and there.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">3) He does nod his head "yes" and and shake his head "no", but only when he feels like it.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">4) Sometimes he remembers people and other days he does not--us included.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">5) He was getting so upset, aggressive and sometimes slightly violent, that we had to decide as a family to put him on anti-depressants until we were all able to handle him a little better--rehab staff included. None of this was suggested by the facility, this was our doing. We didn't want him roughing up the cute little nurses there. Hahaha! The last thing we needed is for him to appear to be some big, tall, violent, mute, intimidating black man, whose hair hasn't been combed in 5 months, swinging at anyone! Geez! We already begged the doctor to remove the "boxing mitts" they had on him 24/7. Let him not ruin what we worked so hard for. :-/</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">6) Yes, he is still being tube fed. We have to learn how to work the machinery. The facility said they would give us lessons.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">7) I guess Marna and Mommy will continue to brush his teeth. I'm sure they will teach me.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">8) I read the Sunday School lesson to him, but some Sundays he is just not interested in hearing what it has to say--including us.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">9) No, he is not able to use the plastic urinal--still adult diapers.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">10) He remembers some things and some people. But can't remember key things and key people. For instance, he remembers nothing about his business, the building, not event the name. But somehow remembers Third Street. He remembers my salon, and Marna's baking business, but does not remember downtown San Francisco. He does not remember our home, our street or the neighborhood, but he does remember our noisy staircase. (shrugging shoulders) He does not remember the orange car he drives, but remembers the green SUV, which I am driving now and his SUV that Marna drives. He doesn't remember his spices, "his" kitchen, or that he even use to cook...like everything under the sun! He doesn't even remember teaching Sunday School! Wow. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I played this game with him: everything that he didn't remember, I would just start describing in full detail to him. I remember that Sunday, it was fun, at least to me. He listened intently and seemed surprised by some of the things I told him he use to do. It also made me realize how much my daddy did and did for us (his family). I'm am just glad memories are not the only thing I have. :-) I still have my daddy...AND the memories. I look forward to what God will do in our lives and the new beginning God has given Daddy (and us). We are just starting from <i>scratch</i>. That's all.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh yeah, one more thing and I will end with this: After playing this game with Daddy and realizing there is so much that is a complete blank to him (that is the day I realized he did not know who I was), I had to tell him my name and which child I was, then going on to who Marna and Jean were as well. Being a little nervous, I just thought I would ask if he was still praying? Rather, did he still remember HOW to pray? He gave me this look as if, "Yeah, girl! I still pray!" Lol! So, I wasn't satisfied with that. I continued with, "Daddy...ummm, now you still remember...well, you know who God is, riiight?" Hahaha! He gave me a look as if, "Whose this crazy woman who keeps asking me all these dumb questions?" and nodded his head. To that, I gave a sigh of relief, patted him on his shoulder and said, "Okay good, that is all I needed to know because as long as you remember who HE is, 'cause everything and everybody else is truly secondary. You gonna be all right if you just remember HIM. HE's all you need anyhow." At that, I gathered my things, told him I loved him and headed on back home completely satisfied.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">--June </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-67904215704505219982010-08-30T22:25:00.000-07:002010-08-30T22:25:09.663-07:00Well...So my dad has had three weeks into therapy and at first hadn't seen much progress. Then one day June said she went to see him and was wiping his face and realized that he wanted to help her wipe his face and he let him guide her hand over his face to wipe it with the towel. <br />
PROGRESS!<br />
So I started going to his therapy sessions. Last week was my first week.I went up there twice. I asked him if he'd help me help him brush his teeth. He kind of fought me at first but kinda gave in towards the end and let me guide his hands up to his mouth with the toothbrush. I spoke to him told him i loved him and he had to cooperate and participate. The therapists were impressed with the progress made. :)<br />
They asked me if I'd come again since he responded so well to me. of course i would. and when i came back i prayed over him told him i loved him and brought his glasses. i realized after a few tests that if he could see well enough he could read. he said he could. :)<br />
Soon the therapist came in and we started with the toothbrush. i put it in his hand and guided his hand up to his face and mouth and after a little bit of time he started to make the quick tooth brushing movements! he even tried to bend his hand the other way to get the other side of his teeth... unfortunately he wasn't quite brushing his teeth... LOL but he was trying and understood the command and did it. my mom sits with him and they go over different body parts on her arm, knuckles, fingers, elbows, arms, and he can identify and touch each one on command. <br />
My take is that he's completely frustrated and tired of this "hospital deal" he wants to go home. i think sometimes he's scared this is as good as it's gonna get for him sometimes. i also think that he's been a little bit traumatized by all that's happened to him. he's not realizing the odds he's beating everyday. not to mention he's VERY STUBBORN! (i see to the extreme of where i get that from--lol) i just pray he will continue to submit himself to the process of recovery. he's been so active and so independent all his days and so this is really sucking for him i'm sure.<br />
I actually feel better helping him and supporting him in therapy. i feel more useful and productive when i am there than just a visit. no that i don't want to just visit, but sometimes just sitting there looking at him s NOT helpful for me. and finally i am starting to feel at peace with everything. like internally. i don;t feel the inner turmoil i had at first. not granted i want everything back to normal i want my daddy better and at home, but in the meant time in this waiting process i am don't feel the same level of distress as i had felt before. <br />
externally i (and the whole family) are very tired. the house is a mess (now granted i was never really much of a neat freak) but there's hardly enough time in the day to clean. we all work all day come home and scrounge up something to eat and pretty much all retire to our beds/rooms to relax sometimes its like come home and relax? or, come home an do more work like cleaning, washing clothes, doing dishes, and many times relaxing wins out so we stumble around through the house cleaning when and where we can when we have the energy, but really we all need and extended vacation. this has been a grueling process, but the Lord has made sure we've had the energy. Because this is impossible. We go 7 days a week at least 14 hours nonstop coupled by being mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically involved in all aspects of everything. it just takes a lot. A LOT! and to be honest just our day to day life is very hectic and busy even without this situation going on, so imagine it now! so forgive us for slacking on the blog etc. we are trying and this is going into month 3! ugh! to be honest... just UGH! but we are keeping it moving! we are Armsteads lol. keep us in your prayersMarna A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01489022062697072403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-54419606042998179952010-08-24T22:54:00.000-07:002010-08-24T22:54:02.560-07:00What can I say?We have been so emotionally and physically drained. I know our blogging has been few and far between. I think the duration of this all has been wearing on us. At least, I will speak for myself.<br />
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Over the past few weeks, I have had many crying spells wanting things to just go back to normal. But I understand nothing will ever be the same again. I remember one Sunday afternoon visiting Daddy while he was still at St. Francis. All I could do was just hold his hand and pray over him. He was trying to say some things and I could not understand what he was saying...somewhat as usual. But I could see the hurt in his eyes and I in turn, was hurt for him. I think that was the day I started crying while driving home and it has been that way ever since. Or finally getting home and being terribly irritated if not already crying.<br />
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The running down the staircase thing still bothers me terribly. One night, Pico came home from work and after eating upstairs in the kitchen, he ran back down the stairs. I remember jumping out of my sleep, my heart beating rapidly and I just started to cry. It's like flashbacks. Last week, Nuk somehow got something in her eye and it was stinging. Screaming at the top of her lungs (I could hear it through the floors downstairs) and running to Marna. This all made me fly out of my room to the bottom of the staircase yelling and screaming upstairs, "WHAT IS WRONG?!? WHAT HAPPENED!?! GIRL, WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!?!?" Again, flashbacks. My heart was racing...and of course, I started to cry. When will the trauma end?<br />
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Our schedules are sporadic, and we are just drained. We are taking turns going to the hospital, but it takes so much out of you. Especially, when Daddy does not respond the way you would like him too. Some days are better than others for him. Sometimes we arrive only to find out he didn't really participate or cooperate in his therapy sessions. That is always disheartening. We want him to get use to being up and alert, which is not always the case.<br />
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We are trying hard to keep positive and upbeat, watching we say or what we are confessing over him and ourselves. We don't want to fight against or delay what God has already spoken over Daddy.<br />
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I have days when I am a fireball praying and confessing the specific promises over our family and then I have days when I just want to crawl under a rock, give up and tell everyone to GO AWAY...please. Lol! Isnt' that just terrible? Hmmm? Maybe not. I guess it just makes me human.<br />
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Today, when my mom and I visited he didn't respond so much. The weather was so hot and he was uncomfortable. I asked my mom if he had an extra pairs of socks. I know how much I don't like socks while in bed, so I could only imagine how uncomfortable he was. I took a pair to the nurses station and asked if they had a pair of scissors I could borrow. Lol! I politely, cut the toes off the socks, handed the scissors back to the receptionist at the desk and said, "Thank you" with a smile. The tricky part was removing his heel protection boots and old socks. He is so tender, sore and stiff that I didn't want to hurt him by moving his legs too much. But I knew that if I removed the regular socks and replaced them with the ones I just cut so his toes would hang out, he would feel much cooler. Well it worked, with not too much aggravation to his legs. After wards, I asked if he felt better or at least a little cooler. He nodded his head in agreement and went back to sleep. But my mom and I could tell it was more of a peaceful sleep. So much so, he started to snore. :-)<br />
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Okay, so I confess: <i>I still cried when I finally was at home.</i><br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-81563660961312913862010-08-11T01:32:00.000-07:002010-08-11T01:32:40.084-07:00Update! Finallyokay so we know we have lagged on the updated with my dad. I really didn't realize how many people were keeping up and reading this on a regular basis. For the last almost month we have been running back and forth still visiting my dad in the hospital. He has made it miraculously through this septic infection and is doing much better. In fact, they have just transferred him on Monday 8/9/2010 to a skilled nursing and rehab facility. Thankfully it's not too far away either maybe take us no more than 20 minutes to get to him (and its a <strong>WAAAAAAAY</strong> less stressful car trip than trying to go down town San Francisco everyday. But even then, God is good because the hospital they placed him was very close to us, and we managed to find parking less than a block away the<strong> ENTIRE TIME!</strong><br />
So now he is in a skilled nursing facility where the major point is going to be to get him physical, occupational, and speech therapy. We are waiting on the results of his evaluation and plan of action. I plan to sit in on some of his therapy sessions so I can see what they are doing. Overall we are pleased with the news facility, its very neat and clean and that staff is very nice. We've spoken to several people who were either patients themselves or had loved ones in the facility and they have nothing but good things to say about the place.<br />
Also he is able to once again have visitors. For a time at the hospital we had to restrict the visitor for two reasons. #1, in the beginning of the infection (the worst part) he was very alert and the nursing staff were working hard to keep his vitals stable, because whenever anyone went in his heart rate, blood pressure etc, went hay wire and they wanted him to just be calm and get better. Then we had to worry about how contagious the infection was. We didn't want anyone to get anything and the doctors and nurses did not want to risk possibilities of corss contamination with patients especially when he was in ICU.<br />
At any rate he is <strong>MUCH BETTER</strong>, so those of you that want to visit please contact us by cell phone (if you have it) or by email, or at work. Please call beforehand so we can verify where he is at. <strong>DO NOT ASSUME!</strong> So many of our family and friends have gone to the wrong places because they have moved him around so much. <strong>So PLEASE verify BEFORE you try to go and visit him</strong>. And we want him to have visitors, we want him to see everyone is concerned about him getting better, and it will lift his spirits. <br />
I think that he has had ups and downs emotionally (to say the least) and to see people (even if he can't remember everyone all the time) will make him feel much better. I think the most best part of this whole thing (in addition of course to the <strong>MIRACLES</strong>) has to been to see and hear all the outpouring of concern for my dad.<br />
For me (Marna) at times it has been very frustrating. I simply want my dad back to normal. And I have to fight and pray about being angry. Not at him or God even, but just that I want my daddy! I admit this of course because even thought I pray and believe, I am not superwoman (and my family are not superhumans) and there is a very real and human emotional side at times, but when I go though my moments, I take the time to come to myself and be grateful I have a God I can lean and depend on and <strong>THAT</strong> is the <strong>MOST</strong> <strong>IMPORTANT</strong> thing of all. <strong>After I've shed my tears or whatever I can come back strengthened through my prayer and the belief of the promises of God to MY FAMILY!</strong>Marna A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01489022062697072403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-50745007196434749302010-07-20T06:15:00.000-07:002010-07-20T20:11:21.612-07:00As Promised... (recap #2)<span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Since I can't sleep, I thought this would be a great time to continue where I left off.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">3) As I stated before in the previous post, Daddy was removed from the rehab facility that Friday morning. The night before, my mom and I visited him and he was sleep...again. But this time, when I touched him he seemed kind of warm. I asked my mom to feel him and she agreed. Not only was he warm his right arm and hand seemed swollen. I went to the nurses station to make someone aware that he didn't feel right. He felt as if he had a fever. Someone returned to his room and handed me a towel with a plastic bag of ice cubes. :-/ <b>"Hummmm? What is this for??" </b>I asked. She then took the bag and towel from me and propped it on Daddy's forehead. Now, to be honest, I don't remember if I said, <b>"You're kidding, right?" </b>out loud or just to my mom. But she propped it on his head and left out of the room. Oooo-kaaay? (not okay)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">His nurse finally came in and checked his temperature..104. I then asked about how he was feeling earlier that day? I was not really getting a straight answer. Unfortunately, this often was the case. I believe she left out to get Daddy medication for his fever and I headed back to the nurses station to have them pull his chart. I wanted to know what is temperature was like earlier. Ugh...104! No one called the family and no one called the doctor assigned to him. Which were specific instructions on his chart, per his doctor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, we prayed. But my mom whipped out her cell phone and called the doctor immediately. All I know is right after she hung up, the doctor called the nurses station. Enough said. I could tell the staff was nervous and very upset after speaking with the doctor. Not good. Ooops...someone dropped a very BIG ball somewhere!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">We prayed over Daddy again. My mom and I were very upset. The fever started to break. I think they were instructed to call the doctor every 2 hours throughout the night with a report. We also called.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">That evening we rode the bus home silent. Other than, me <i>sarcastically</i> confirming that I <i>was </i>handed a bag of ice for Daddy's forehead. Once home, I told my mom that I wanted to speak to the case manager. Mommy gave me the number and I left a message. Mommy didn't want to talk to anybody. She didn't want to return any phone calls or anything. This whole thing was not okay. Not at all. That night, I cried. Oh boy, did I cry. I was so distressed and uneasy. I remember texting one of my spiritual mothers, "I WANT MY DADDY!!!!" </span><span style="font-size: small;">I cried to the Lord, that none of this is okay. I told Him that my daddy took VERY good care of us and we lacked nothing and this is not right for him to be in a position that he is not cared for properly. That is not the seed he has sown all these years. If the things he was encountering were happening to us while in his position, HEADS WOULD ROLL! Then I cried and cried and finally cried myself to sleep. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think I woke up later to use the bathroom. I remember looking in the mirror seeing my eyes so puffy, they were almost swollen shut. I didn't care! I didn't care if I looked a mess going in the work that morning or not! Who cares! Once returning to bed to get back to sleep, I just looked up at the ceiling,<b> "Lord?!? What? Tell me what to do?!? Do we wait? What do we do? I want Daddy out of there, now. I don't feel comfortable with him there. Is it just me? Am I over reacting? Give me a sign? Do you still have this?? God where are you? What if we make the wrong decision? What if we are too hasty? Why won't you answer me? I'm afraid. God, I am so afraid..."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">That morning, I abruptly awoke from a <b style="color: #e69138;">dream:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="color: #e69138;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone, I can recall, coming to each hospital to visit Daddy since having the heart attack, was there. We were all in a very large crowd coming to visit him. When we all arrived, we asked if we could see James Armstead.</span> </blockquote></blockquote></div><blockquote style="color: #e69138;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: small;">Then the staff came out to greet us and said, <b>"Oh I'm so sorry. Mr. Armstead passed away."</b> The crowd was in an uproar, <b>"WHAT!!!!! OH MY GOD! NO!" </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I asked,<b> "What are you talking about?! What do you mean, he died? How did this happen?! Why didn't you call?! How?! Why!? What?!"</b> We were all so devastated and confused. We couldn't believe it. The feeling walking away was hopelessness and betrayal. But there was nothing anyone could do. He was already gone and the only replies we received from the staff were, <b>"Oh, I don't know."</b> or <b>"Umm, I just got here."</b> or <b>"Let me check his chart."</b> or <b>"I am sorry."</b> No one really knew anything. These are similar answers we received to questions we asked about his care (in real life) while visiting Daddy at this rehab facility during his brief stay.</span></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> My first thoughts were, <b>"Awww-Nawww! (as the young people would say, "Heck-Naw!!") Lord, I hear you LOUD and CLEAR! I don't know where Daddy is gonna go, but he <i>finsta</i> </b>(that is home talk for <i>"about to"</i>)<b> come up out of there!!"</b> I was on a mission. I got up, got dressed and headed to work. On my way, the case manager returned my call.</span> I told her everything that had happened the night before and some other incidents that took place that my mom only shared with me the night before. I told all! The case manager was livid! She told them she wanted Daddy's blood test results ASAP and she better get a call from them before noon. Wow! I think that was about 7:30 am that Friday morning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">After I hung the phone up with the case manager, I received a call. A lady asking for, <b>"Rose."</b> I informed her that there was no one here by that name and was she aware she had called a salon? She said, she knew it was a salon, but someone told her that <b>Rose</b> had <b>transferred </b>or <b>moved</b> to our location. She just said thank you and that it was okay and we hung up. Not that calling the wrong number does no occur, but this was rather strange. Only because it was so early in the morning and right after speaking with the case manager about Daddy <b>"moving" </b>or <b>"being transferred."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I went ahead and continued to prepare for my first client. Then a "eureka" moment: <b>"Wait, let me look up the word ROSE!"</b> I've been asking for signs, right?</div><blockquote style="color: #e06666;"><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ROSE: <i>Move to a better position; Rise up; Get up and out of bed; Return from the dead; Exert oneself to meet a challenge</i></b></div></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't you just love, God? Lol! Even in the seriousness of all this, He always jokes and plays these type of "Trust Me" games. At least with me, I know He does. God, now you knew I would look this up in the dictionary! Hahahaha!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">By 11:30 am, I received a call from Marna stating Daddy had been taken to the ER up the block from the rehab facility. It was only the next day we found out Daddy not only had an infection, that was septic, they also found a blood clot in the right arm that ranged from his shoulder to his elbow. He was very, very sick. And yes, I do believe that under these circumstances, Daddy would have just "passed away" like in my dream if he would have stayed at that rehab facility. Although, I do know for a fact, that his brief stay there was for a reason. My God wastes nothing. Absolutely, nothing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is still more, I have to write about that happened previously to bring you to where we are today. But for now, I have to jump to what is going on this week. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------------<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, to bring you up to speed with what is currently happening. Daddy is still in the Critical Care Unit. They are monitoring everything very carefully. About two days ago, they did have to insert a tube down into his stomach, through his nose. Sigh. He is very upset about all of this and quite fussy. We can't make out all that he is saying, but we are very clear, that he is not happy and everybody knows it. They are trying to drain the fluid of bacteria </span>from the infection out of his stomach and they don't want to contaminate the feeding tube already in his stomach. So it has to go through his nose.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm glad none of that happened on my visit. Ugh! I know I wouldn't have been able to handle all of that and how he dealt with it. So that was on Marna's and my mom's watch. Marna said, he was very, very, highly upset when they returned to his room. He was talking, but fussing too. When they finally came home, they were a little distressed. My mom said that it always feels like two steps forward and one step back during this whole ordeal with Daddy. I know what she means. It is like we still trust God, but the longer this goes on the harder it becomes emotionally. It's like an up and down, up and down roller coaster ride that has not ended.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">That was the night they not only told my mom that during the scan they saw the fluid in his stomach, but they were concerned about the start of pneumonia and an area in his head that appears as if he had a stroke. </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9DN0l_K5GAPBAnpU_xlhL0lhxHGE2cvG5aOe-ppg-FBYX34BhiDYwe8WjyqBSupV19eIJoUJmcniqQi795nN6c_8tncM-3uvstn6KTGb3ToOZI_31fPeB3ZtN1ettlX7DcMIQJInEfY/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9DN0l_K5GAPBAnpU_xlhL0lhxHGE2cvG5aOe-ppg-FBYX34BhiDYwe8WjyqBSupV19eIJoUJmcniqQi795nN6c_8tncM-3uvstn6KTGb3ToOZI_31fPeB3ZtN1ettlX7DcMIQJInEfY/s320/index.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Good Grief!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> You know, I figure we can always get down in the dumps every time we hear a bad report or a negative comment, or we can take what was said and place it at God's feet.<b> "Here Lord, they said <i>this </i>or <i>that</i>. You take <i>it</i>, 'cause I don't know what to do with <i>it</i>. Other than, use <i>it </i>as a prayer target."</b> I am understanding what it means to place your burdens at His feet and continue to praise Him. Because we sure can't do a thing about it!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next day, we arrived at the hospital only to find a nurse re-positioning Daddy's tube. I had to leave the room. My mom stayed in there to hold his hand, up to a certain point. From the waiting room I heard him moaning, groaning and yelling at the nurse,<b> "Stop it, Stop it, Stop it!"</b> When I returned, the nurse said that he pulled the tube out with his BAD hand--the one they didn't bother to restrain because they didn't think he could move it--he had not been moving it all this time. Daddy was mumbling and grumbling about this <b>being too much stuff.</b> At least that is some of what we were able to make out. I had to tell the nurse that he is very sneaky and they have to really watch him. My mom told her that he will lay there plotting and planning how to do something. At that, Daddy started to smirk, smile and sort of laugh. It was good to finally see him do that. But that also meant he had something else up his sleeve. ;-) Unfortunately, they had to restrain both arms. The nurse started laughing and said that was good Daddy was a fighter and also displaying cogitative thinking. But they can't have him doing that any more. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">So he is just lying there, both arms restrained, with a tube in his nose, port in his stomach, a direct line in his neck, catheter in the front...and the back, poop bag hanging on one side of the bed and urine bag on the other, being repositioned every two hours, poked in the finger to check blood sugar more than just a couple of times a day, not able to communicate fully, clot in his arm, bacteria fluid in his stomach, infection in his blood, swollen legs and feet, with caution tape draped about his bed. Have I forgotten anything? Oh yeah, and wanting breakfast. God we need a miracle. Only you can do what is impossible.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next morning this is the bible text that arrived on my cell phone: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b></b></div><blockquote><blockquote><i><b><span style="color: #990000;">Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is </span></b><b style="color: #990000;">impossible</b><b><span style="color: #990000;">, but not with God; all things are possible with God."- </span><b style="color: #990000;">Mark 10:27</b></b></i></blockquote></blockquote></div></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lord, I believe You do the <i>impossible. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">And we will continue to praise you while we wait.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was sure by now </span></span></i><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> God, You would have reached down <br />
And wiped our tears away <br />
Stepped in and saved the day <br />
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">As the thunder rolls <br />
I barely hear You whisper through the rain <br />
"I'm with You" <br />
And as Your mercy falls <br />
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives <br />
And takes away</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I'll praise You in this storm <br />
And I will lift my hands <br />
For You are who You are <br />
No matter where I am <br />
Every tear I've cried <br />
You hold in Your hand <br />
You never left my side <br />
And though my heart is torn <br />
I will praise You in this storm</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I remember when <br />
I stumbled in the wind <br />
You heard my cry <br />
You raised me up again <br />
My strength is almost gone <br />
How can I carry on <br />
If I can't find You</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">As the thunder rolls <br />
I barely hear You whisper through the rain <br />
"I'm with You" <br />
And as Your mercy falls <br />
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives <br />
And takes away</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I'll praise You in this storm <br />
And I will lift my hands <br />
For You are who You are <br />
No matter where I am <br />
Every tear I've cried <br />
You hold in Your hand <br />
You never left my side <br />
And though my heart is torn <br />
I will praise You in this storm</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I lift my eyes unto the hills <br />
Where does my help come from? <br />
My help comes from the Lord <br />
The Maker of Heaven and Earth <br />
</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I lift my eyes unto the hills <br />
Where does my help come from? <br />
My help comes from the Lord <br />
The Maker of Heaven and Earth </span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I'll praise You in this storm <br />
And I will lift my hands <br />
For You are who You are <br />
No matter where I am <br />
Every tear I've cried <br />
You hold in Your hand <br />
You never left my side <br />
And though my heart is torn <br />
I will praise You in this storm<br />
Though my heart is torn <br />
I will praise You in this storm</span></i></div></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><a href="javascript:void(0)"></a></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="color: #cc0000;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> - Romans 8:28 (New International Version)</span></i></b></blockquote></div><blockquote style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever. </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">- 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (The Message)</span></i></b></div><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God. - </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Psalm 42:5-6a (Contemporary English Version)</span></i></b> </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The LORD Will Protect His People I look to the hills! Where will I find help? It will come from the LORD, who created the heavens and the earth. </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">- Psalm 121:1-2 (Contemporary English Version) </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></b></div></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. 21 And he said: “ Naked I came from my mother’s womb, And naked shall I return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; Blessed be the name of the LORD.” - </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Job 1:20-21 (New King James Version)</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></b></div></blockquote></div></blockquote><blockquote style="color: #cc0000;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered King Nebuchadnezzar, "Your threat means nothing to us. If you throw us in the fire, the God we serve can rescue us from your roaring furnace and anything else you might cook up, O king. But even if he doesn't, it wouldn't make a bit of difference, O king. We still wouldn't serve your gods or worship the gold statue you set up." - </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Daniel 3:16-18 (The Message)</span></i></b></blockquote></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time,</div><div style="text-align: left;">June </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-36698506036805962142010-07-16T05:28:00.000-07:002010-07-16T05:35:45.652-07:00As Promised... (recap #1)Okay, I guess the best way to do this is use my usual number format. Lol! I will try to recap and update as much as I can remember from the past couple of weeks.<br />
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1) I can't remember all the different days and what happened on each day, but I do remember certain things that happened while Daddy was still in San Leandro. One of the major events was not being able to wake Daddy up one evening. My mom and I drove to San Leandro that night to visit as usual. When we arrived my Uncle Carl (mom's brother) visiting from Milwaukee, Wisconsin and Cousin Anita (mom's cousin) were there. My mom was anxious for Daddy to speak to us that night. But he was sleeping. Not that this was unusual, but he had been sleeping quite a bit more after Father's Day. This particular night, it was a very deeeeeep, somewhat disturbing sleep. He would not wake up. His vitals were okay, but the nurse was unable to wake him up. So much so, that she became very nervous--she even said so. She tapped him, shook him and think even popped him on his arm and in his face a few times. No response, just snoring very hard. I could tell my mom was very upset and worried. I just asked, point blank, if he was breathing. He was, but would not wake up. The next thing I knew, a slew of nurses, and the doctor on staff came rushing down the hall to his room. All I could do was stand in the hallway listening to them all yelling while frantically popping him, "Mr. James, Mr. James, Mr. Armstead wake up!" over and over again. My thoughts were everywhere. <b>"God, you continue to speak these wonderful plans you have for Daddy and our family, but what is all this commotion each time? Lord, I believe you, but good heavens, now what--what next?"</b> I thought. Finally, after poking him to check his insulin, he woke up. <br />
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After speaking with a few people the next day explaining what had transpired the night before, I was told it could be "sun-downers." I had never heard of that before, but Daddy did sleep deeply most of the day and the nurses said he would be up all night talking and even singing. Hump? Who knows. Now, with what we know today, I believe that was possibly the first indication that something was going amiss. The infection.<br />
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I believe it was only a day or two later (which was a Saturday the 26th) he was transferred to San Francisco to the rehab facility.<br />
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2) Once he arrived there, I visited him the next day which was Sunday the 27th. My mom and Marna were going to church and since he was in a new facility, my mom wanted me to visit him early instead of waiting for them later that evening so we could all go together. Now remember, he was transferred to a downtown San Francisco facility. So, I headed out there mid-afternoon only to find a lot of traffic once I exited the freeway. On a Sunday afternoon, what could possibly cause all this traffic? :-/<br />
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Now, to those that know me, already know I am just as naive as they come..at least, next to my mom of course. Hahahaha! My Aunt Elaine (daddy's sister), after hearing many of the incidents in life that happen to my mom and I, always makes the comment that <i>she loves us and that is why she has decided to keep us both.</i> Lol! So you can imagine, how long it took me to finally realize I was stuck smack dab in the middle of the Pride Parade. All the streets were blocked off, there were droves of people, etc. It took me over an hour to make it to rehab facility.<br />
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Once there, Daddy told me he that they put water on him. I laughed and said, "Oh they gave you a bath, huh?" He replied with a smile, "Yep." I know he was excited because he sounded as if he was. He had not seen water in over a month! Poor Daddy, he is so hygiene conscious that I know this whole not taking a <i>real </i>bath thing, could possibly have been just as irritating as everything else he was going through. So putting <i>water </i>on his body was monumental in his eyes!<br />
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I read the bible because he wanted to hear the book of Joshua. So I read the first five chapters. He mentioned something about "the land" and "Moses" which do pertain to the story of Joshua. It amazes me how he can remember almost everything from the bible and spiritual things, but sometimes he may or may not remember his name, who we are, and so forth. <br />
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I didn't stay long because I didn't want to have any problems getting home with the parade festivities beginning. I think I was there with him about an hour and finally told him I was going home because he began to fall asleep. Daddy was only at this particular facility until that Friday (early morning).<br />
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I think it is Marna's turn to visit Daddy with my mom tonight and my turn to watch Nuk. So it's possible that I will be able to blog part two this evening. Granted, Miss Nuk doesn't beg me to watch a movie with her. A person can only take watching Shrek and Donkey like a limited amount of times before screaming for mercy! LOL! Somebody, HELP ME PLEASE!!!<br />
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But I must share how Daddy was removed from that facility and rushed to the ER up the street that Friday morning. God watches over us! That I will say.<br />
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Until tonight (hopefully),<br />
--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-50505167486479810322010-07-10T03:48:00.000-07:002010-07-10T03:52:20.574-07:00SacrificeWell a couple days ago I got a call from my friend who was telling us that we needed to do everything possible to make sure our dad knew we cared for him and that we loved him and supported him through all that he was going through in his recovery.<br />
I thought to myself that, <em><strong>I was... at least I think I am. Right?! I am. We are... aren't we?!</strong></em><br />
I thought of all the trips back and forth to the hospital no matter where he was. Someone was going with my mother everyday. If it wasn't me, June took her. We sat for as long as we could during visiting hours after finishing up business, and for me securing a sitter (if I needed to) and getting out to the hospital visiting him, watching him, telling him we love him, supporting him, praying for him, advocating for him, whatever he needs making sure we do our best to see that he gets it, and keeping a hawk's eye on every medical professional that has anything to do with his care, talking to his doctor's and not taking "no" for an answer. I think his Armstead women have it well covered. I believe we are putting forth a pure and honest effort and doing the best we can and that if there are any cracks in "the system" the Lord will show us and give us the favor and wisdom to correct it.<br />
This morning I woke up from a dream. In it, the Lord basically confirmed what my friend said about supporting and sacrificing for my dad. He then took it a step further to go deeper so I could understand the absolute selfless sacrifices required. The Lord pointed out that my dad is here to finish up some business/ministry for him and that is important, but He wanted me to understand the sacrifice my dad made for us. <br />
Not only has my dad given his life to love and support his family, to train his children to be decent and proper God-fearing women and business women. He taught us to think for ourselves and if we could dream it we could find a way to make it happen (if its God will). He (and my mom) have undoubtedly supported everything we have done WITHOUT QUESTION! But there is a another deeper level to this whole new situation. My dad had basically died, and was given the chance to come back.... and he chose to do it-- PURELY FOR HIS FAMILY! He was already in heaven before Our Father God, in paradise! He chose to come back to this world of disease, pain, suffering. He has stuck in there with us FOR US! He is truly going through an ordeal FOR US! My daddy loves us! I mean if you've read the blog you've seen all the dismal reports of heart attack, and recovery, infection and blood clots, kidney issues, UTI and bowel infections, and he will undergo intense and probably painful physical, occupational, and speech therapy, stemming all for his love for us and not wanting to "leave us hanging." I truly love my father and I am now understanding the life of sacrifice he lives on SO MANY LEVELS!<br />
The Lord further revealed to me.... This is the same kind of sacrifice He has done for us. He left eternity to come down to earth and SUFFER through this life and even die for us so we can have the chance (if we freely accept it) to be with Him in heaven when we leave our world of pain and suffering and disease (<em><strong>dis-ease</strong></em>) on Earth. He said to make sure your readers know how to get to me. Its easy and the best decision you can make. I say decision because as always you are free to take it or leave it. No one will force you. But, if your are interested say this prayer aloud:<br />
<strong><em>Lord Jesus, forgive me of all my sins, wash me in your Holy Blood. </em></strong><strong><em>I believe Jesus Christ died on the cross for me, and was buried and raised </em></strong><strong><em>on the third day by the Father. I open the door to my heart to receive the </em></strong><strong><em>Lord Jesus Christ in to my heart as my Lord and Savior. I claim healing mentally, </em></strong><strong><em>physically, spiritually, emotionally and financially. </em></strong><strong><em>Thank you Lord for saving me! I pray You save my family and direct me to a church </em></strong><strong><em>home that will teach me Your will for me in my life, and how to live for You! </em></strong><strong><em>In Jesus' name I pray, AMEN!</em></strong>Marna A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01489022062697072403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-51407240731498994652010-07-10T01:01:00.000-07:002010-07-10T01:03:51.919-07:00Not Enough Hours In The Day!The day before yesterday, I spent two hours in the ICU visiting Daddy with my Mommy. Five minutes in the actual unit seeing him and holding his hand and the other hour and 55 minutes in the waiting room trying to get my laptop to run properly so I could blog. Battery issues. <i>Welp</i>, it didn't quite work. So much for that!<br />
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I can't stay in the ICU long because his heart rate elevates when we are there (that's why no visitors), which his nurses are not comfortable with and then I also sort of get sick, dizzy and a headache. I don't know if everything has been too overwhelming or what. I asked the nurse about this and I was told that people getting sick while visiting in the ICU happens often. She explained about the air in the room, the various patient sicknesses, and the different kinds of medications all happening at the same time. My mom also made note that my sisters, my daddy and I are so sensitive that we can hear those rodent repellent alarms. Lol! And with all the electronic machinery, gadgets, etc. in the room she wouldn't be surprised if the surge of energy is too much for me. Maybe. Who knows. Although, I do remember the same thing happening while Daddy was at Seton, the first week or two, until he was gradually weaned from each device.<br />
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Okay, now it's time for quickie updates before I get back to sleep.<br />
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1) Daddy was moved from the ICU to the Critical Care floor upstairs the day before yesterday. Believe it or not, this is great progress. I know it doesn't sound any different, but they assured us that it was. Also, I am not sure if he is okay to have visitors now that he is on a different floor. But I will find out.<br />
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2) While Marna and my mom visited yesterday, the physical therapist came to assess him. Wow! That's fast, huh? Well, great! They said he was more alert and was able to answer with short answers. He was responding to the questions being asked of him. Even better! We had not seen him like this in a few weeks. So they are getting a handle on this blood infection that had taken over his body which had him lethargic and sleeping all day. Amen! Now it all makes sense as to why it appeared he was regressing after being weaned from the trachea, while in San Leandro.<br />
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3) The doctors have been great! A group of specialist have gathered together to review his case. His attending doctor has included, I believe, a cardiologist, an internalist, a gastrointestinalist, and a hematologist on his team. We are so grateful. We thank the doctors for doing all that is within their power through the education and medical skill God has given them. It is a blessing. But in the end, God has the final say and absolute authority. HE does what He wants and wills. We praise God for the special attention He is allowing the nurses, doctors, and specialists to give Daddy in his current, <i><b>yet temporary</b></i> condition.<br />
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This evening is my day to be with Mommy at the hospital. So maybe I will be able to really back track and update the blog this Sunday while at home with everything that has transpired. There is still so much I promised to share. I have little to no time each day, but I have not forgotten...<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-44477010500886725172010-07-06T07:22:00.000-07:002010-07-06T07:30:27.088-07:00Bumps, Hurdles, and Hoops of FIRE!Where do I begin!?! So much has happened in such a short period of time. We have spent the last few days running back and forth to the hospital's ICU.<br />
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<b>Daddy developed a septic (blood) infection and he has a clot in his right arm that ranges from his shoulder to his elbow. </b><br />
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Now. Sigh. Well, we know that God's word is true and everything is not as it appears to be. But I questioned the Lord last night. I know what God has said. I know what He has promised. I know it will be be as He has spoken. But Lord, during our prayer time...what exactly do we pray? What do I pray? To continue to ask you for daddy's healing is pointless, if you have already spoken. Furthermore, You asked my family,<b> "Why do you doubt what I have told you?"</b> and <b>"I will fight Satan myself."</b> All of this I understand, but Lord, we are so worn out and you said you would not put more on us then we can bear. But Lord, this is becoming <i>quite </i>unbearable.<br />
<blockquote style="color: #990000;"><i><b>No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it. </b></i><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><i><b>1 Corinthians 10:13 (New International Version)</b></i></div></blockquote>And does this scripture have anything to do with what we are going through anyway? Is this only applicable to temptation? What? Answers, answers...I need answers.<br />
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Do I spend time in prayer just thanking you for what you have promised and consider it done? Or do I continue to beg and pray healing scriptures over Daddy. The day before yesterday, I thought I needed to fast. Then I was convicted. It was like to Lord telling me He didn't need my help as if I was going to add on to or enhance what He is already doing. So I didn't fast. I went ahead and fixed me a nice big bowl of Ms. Jackson's (Pico's' grandma) spaghetti, and called it a day.<br />
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Later that night, I was sitting around watching <a href="http://www.god.tv/">God TV</a> and this praise and worship leader in Canada was speaking. He was telling the story of his 2 year-old son who wanted to help him tighten his keyboard racks. He said his son came running in the room with his toy tools eager to help his father. Of course he was not really helping him, but he thought it was cute that his son wanted to try and help him. He then said later God told him, <b>"You know that you don't really help Me, don't you? But I like that you <i>want </i>to help Me." </b>Lol! Wow! Now, that was the revelation of all revelations. Hahaha! Right on time God, as always.<br />
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So I have established that I have not, am not and will not help God in healing daddy. It's not possible to <i>help</i> God. Daddy's healing and recovery is <i>already done.</i> I will continue to praise Him and give thanksgiving for what He has done, is doing and will do. I ask that you do the same. Also please pray for our strength as a family during this time. The running back for forth having to see daddy in this condition is very, very difficult. It is wearing on our emotions and exhausting us mentally, which leads to physical exhaustion and discouragement. Thank you.<br />
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I still have to update you all on everything that has transpired up to this point. The dream(s) I have had that led up to daddy ending up in the hospital ER in the first place. I will try my best to blog within the next couple of days. We have such little time to do hardly anything anymore.<br />
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Okay, so I better get dressed. Today is my day to help out at daddy's office.<br />
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Love you all!<br />
--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-31398424019735581972010-06-30T05:18:00.000-07:002010-06-30T05:18:58.149-07:00So sorry...internet issues at homeI remember the Saturday before Father's Day, my mom and I visited Daddy. As a family, we were debating if we should or should not acknowledge Father's Day the next day in front of him. We decided not to because we didn't want to upset him further. We figured he was not aware of what day it was anyway. Well, we were wrong. As we arrived to the hospital and stepped off the elevator, we heard two male nurses in his room wishing him a Happy Father's Day on tomorrow. Ugh! Change of plans. Lol! One nurse mentioned he only had three daughters and just one granddaughter. I remember daddy looking over at him and saying something we could not make out. But the look was, "I hear ya, man!" Hahaha! Poor daddy, he's lived in a house full of women for at least 50 years.<br />
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I also think that was the day he asked me, "How was life?" when I walked in the room. I looked at him and started laughing. I responded, "Mine is great, Daddy! And I am glad to see you. How is yours?" He replied, "I'm good (or) great." I just thought that whole conversation was funny, because he is the one confined to a hospital bed. :-| Lol!<br />
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Later that evening, I prayed over him and he prayed too. Then I sung, <i>God is an Awesome God</i> to him. He smiled while I sang and said, "Yes." I guess he could testify to that song first hand. He eventually dozed off talking in his sleep.<br />
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On Father's Day, we sat with him a couple of hours. My mom and I arrived and Nicolas (my nephew) was already there. Pico (Nick) had already been there an hour or so just sitting with his Grandpa. When we walked in and wished him a Happy Father's Day. He was sort of sleep. But the first thing he said was, "Nick was here!" I told him that Nick was still there and had not left. He had a confused look on his face. I told him, "Pico has been here just sitting with you. You can't see him from the bed." Pico got up and said, "I'm still here Grandpa." He walked over to daddy's bed and held his hand. Daddy looked up at Nick and smiled. He was so happy to have his grandson there. You could tell that daddy was very proud. We prayed together, and again, daddy prayed too. We couldn't make out all of what he was saying, but we knew that he was praying over us as well. We stayed a little while until he dozed off to sleep.<br />
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On Monday, the 21st, I was finally able to attend church again and it felt good. I had not been able to go since all of this had happened. Our schedules have been so chaotic with running my daddy's business, our individual businesses, household responsibilities, checking in on daddy, hospital visits, and just our own personal lives, etc. It seems as if there are not enough hours in the day. Rather, it felt that way before, but NOW, it REALLY is like that. Now that daddy is back in SF, maybe, just maybe things will calm down a bit.<br />
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There is still more that I need to update on the blog, but I am tired. My first client is at 7:30 this morning. I better get a little more rest before getting ready for work. Whew! I'm sleepy, but praise Jesus, I have a job! Amen? You have to learn to appreciate even the small things. Lol! Thank you, Lord.<br />
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I will try to update last weeks events later today. Our internet at home is down or acting up--something Marna tried to explain to me. Shrugging shoulders. All I know is...Hallelujah for AT&T's 3G wireless cards! :-o<br />
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--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-30387855239199369032010-06-28T13:04:00.000-07:002010-06-28T13:04:43.081-07:00We've been very busy...Hello all! This past week has been very busy for us. I will try to update everything that has transpired within the past week on tonight.<br />
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For starters, Daddy was transferred to a long-term rehab located in San Francisco. Hallelujah! The trek back and forth to San Leandro was a bit much, but we did it with love and patience. We would have continued it need be because that is what Daddy would have done for any of us. :-)<br />
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The new facility is really nice and located in downtown SF. Daddy really enjoyed being downtown, in the heart of the city working and running errands. He knows the city streets like the back of his hand. Lol! I hope the location gives him a sense of familiarity.<br />
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Until tonight's updates,<br />
--JuneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-21821247958408926912010-06-21T00:00:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:59:57.023-07:00WOW!Okay, so no i don't spell check or reread my posts.... LOL sorry i am tired by the time i post. LIKE NOW! <br />
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So i went to church today to spend Father's Day with the Lord who was my father first! This is first year i really recognized this and I thank God for that! For really showing me the truth. <br />
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I got home from church and went pretty much right back out and to the hospital. I got there and my dad was probably praying but he was talking out loud when I came in and I said, "Hi Daddy, Happy Father's Day!" and i gave him a kiss on his forehead. <br />
He told me he wanted breakfast! (LOL-- don't i know it!) i told him he can't eat yet, and that when he finally can eat and when he comes home we're gonna have to change our eating habits... we are going to have to eat more healthily (is that a word?). He looked at me with this face, like i don't like these changes you are speaking of... <br />
I played messages from my oldest sister and my daughter and he closed his eyes and smiled. :) I read my card and he asked me when was he getting out of here. I said, "Daddy, i dunno. You have to do physical therapy and you have to get strong and maybe get the strength to walk. I dunno when you are getting out." <br />
He also said he knows his children, but he says it hurts him because he doesn't have all his memories like he should. I said, "oh daddy your memory is coming back. Your memory will come back.You have to be patient. We all have to be patient."<br />
We sat for a little bit and he would pray alittle bit and fall asleep then wake back up, and repeat it. But then he said, "<strong><em>You know the angels are larger than life itself."</em></strong><br />
"What angels? Did you see angels?"<br />
<strong><em>"Yep."</em></strong><br />
"When? When you were gone?"<br />
<strong><em>"Yep. They took me and we went UP."</em></strong><br />
"Daddy, you were flying?"<br />
<strong><em>"Yep."</em></strong><br />
I couldn't believe what he was telling me! "What else happened? Did you go to heaven and see God?!"<br />
<em><strong>"Yep."</strong></em><br />
"Did He talk to you and give you some instructions?"<br />
<em><strong>"Yep."</strong></em><br />
"Well, what did He say?"<br />
<strong><em>"He told me He loved me very much [then i couldn't make out what my dad was saying] a Christian weapon.."</em></strong><br />
"Did he say you had to come back."<br />
<strong><em>"Yes He did."</em></strong><br />
"Daddy, did you see anyone else?"<br />
<strong><em>"Yep."</em></strong><br />
"Who?"<br />
<em><strong>"Daniel"</strong></em><br />
"Daniel? From the Bible Daniel."<br />
<strong><em>"Yep."</em></strong><br />
"And you two were talking?"<br />
<em><strong>"Yes."</strong></em><br />
"Well what did you talk about?"<br />
[I couldn't make out what he was saying.] He starts going in and out of sleep again<br />
Well, I know for some of you you may think that i was trying coax specific answers out of him, but I was not I wanted to make sure he and I were on the same page. My dad is not some delusional man, he deals with facts. Many of you who know my dad know he wouldn't even bother with making some thing like this up.. what a waste that would be especially this far in the game. The truth is... this is the beginning of him telling us what happened from his perspective. And even this little bit so far is AMAZING!<br />
On one last note, on Thursday or Friday I spoke to Kaye, she soooo encouraged me and my mom (and our family. She said the Lord gave her to tell us about <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=isaiah%2040&version=NIV">Isaiah 40:41 (really that whole chapter)</a> It was an amazing scripture and we wholeheartedly receive what she is showing us.<br />
Thank you, Lord Jesus for being my daddy first, and for returning my earthly father to us.Marna A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01489022062697072403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-46005528113213484832010-06-20T07:18:00.000-07:002011-03-10T12:32:16.106-08:00Happy Father's Day, Daddy!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrbRMeaDGi5zeYbDhVw-CuRh6GXmnLgTpHlWfiZXW19jxdIMcCr0Ikvaakohv4l1BCFIfD5CUSIEbwpiHop2-1b0YBuYs1OCanWDpiniDORtYKbKJ-4hp-vU1ztb-ziodm8gk6B435BA/s1600/stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrbRMeaDGi5zeYbDhVw-CuRh6GXmnLgTpHlWfiZXW19jxdIMcCr0Ikvaakohv4l1BCFIfD5CUSIEbwpiHop2-1b0YBuYs1OCanWDpiniDORtYKbKJ-4hp-vU1ztb-ziodm8gk6B435BA/s200/stars.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">When a shooting star falls<br />
All the world looks in awe<br />
It seems so amazing<br />
but falling stars don't shine<br />
They have no place in the sky<br />
We forget about the ones still hanging<br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">Falling is easy<br />
Standing takes strength<br />
You have remained my star<br />
And I want to thank you for staying<br />
And not leaving for<br />
Never taking the easy way out<br />
For loving and always showing me<br />
What being a father is all about<br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">I see you everywhere <br />
You're the old man in a chair<br />
Sharing his wisdom <br />
You're the coach and the teacher<br />
You're the hero and leader<br />
Forever we'll applaud who you are<br />
And what you've done<br />
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Falling is easy but<br />
Standing takes strength<br />
You have remained my star<br />
And I want to thank you for staying<br />
And not leaving for<br />
Never taking the easy way out<br />
For loving and always showing me<br />
What being a father is all about</span><br />
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And you never left me though you could</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And just<span style="font-family: inherit;"> like a </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Gibraltar</span></i><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">, you have stood</span><br />
I'm who I am today <br />
Because you stayed forever<br />
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You have remained my star</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And I want to thank you<br />
I want to thank you<br />
Thank you for never leaving me<br />
For loving and always showing me<br />
What being a father is all about<br />
For loving me<br />
Always showing me<br />
What being a father is all about<br />
What a father is all about<br />
What a father is all about</span></i> </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
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Written by Kim Rutherford, Israel Houghton and Arron Lindsey</span></i> </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">HE-Motions by T.D.Jakes (2004)</span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">I Love You Daddy,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">--June </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">(your #2 Brat)</span></i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-size: small;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-46535121171366838802010-06-18T22:57:00.000-07:002010-06-20T23:25:35.884-07:00Well...So today I went with my mom to see my dad. To be honest he looked a bit disoriented today, a lot of blank stares and staring off into nothing. He was talking but he sounds kind of like a small child when they are learning to talk you can make out some words but you can't always complete the sentence or thought. So that's kind of what its like right now. Anyway, the last few visits he has been asking us to read scriptures to him, and one time <strong><em>he was talking about something being "bright" and then something about him "dying" and a "light"</em></strong> i can hardly wait to hear what he has to say when he's finally able to really speak well.<br />
My cousin came by to see my dad today while we were there. He sat down and i told my dad that it was his nephew coming to see him. He started talking and my cousin (his nephew) was able to understand him, and he even became easier to understand during his visit, he was dozing off and on and in and out of sleep. My cousin told me what they were talking about. He (my cousin) said my dad was saying that [my dad] didn't like people seeing him with the wires and in the hospital like this, and that he wanted to go home. He also said he has a lot of things he wants to say but they aren't coming out his mouth right, but he said there was a lot on his mind. He said he will do his physical therapy because he wants to go home. That was good that was the most we've gotten to understand fully from him in a long time. My dad fell asleep for a long time and my cousin left... when my dad woke up he said, "what happened to the guy i was talking to?" I said, "daddy you fell asleep for a while and he finally left." My dad just looked around like hmmmm ok.<br />
I decided ask him, "do you know who I am?" He said "no." **Sigh** it was a little sad. and i remember the nurse telling us that some days he may remember and some days not, and that overall it's going to take some time for his memory to come back to him fully, and we have to be patient. And I am... It was just sad he had no recollection of me (as of now) but he will soon enough.Marna A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01489022062697072403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9210198191603015125.post-4114344359139174572010-06-17T23:59:00.000-07:002010-06-17T23:59:18.742-07:00Text Message from Marna<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><b>Marna Armstead (10:49 pm):</b> Please join me in a prayer for my dad. Please pray exodus 4:11-12 for my dads speech. He's speaking but having a hard time he's very sad and frustrated.</span><h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></h2><div style="font-family: inherit;"> </div><blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="color: #990000;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The LORD said to him, "Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD ? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say."</span></b></i></div><h2 id="passage_heading" style="color: #990000; text-align: right;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Exodus 4:11-12 (New International Version)</span></b></i></h2></blockquote><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"> -----------------------------------------------</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"> </div><div style="font-family: inherit;">My mom and I visited my daddy this evening. He was really talking alot tonight, but I couldn't understand or make out what he was saying. After asking him to repeat everything over and over again or to slow down, he got very frustrated and yes....he began to cry. Sigh. Ugh! We have NEVER witnessed my daddy cry before, ever. So this was very disturbing. I began to stroke his head and tell him it is okay and to be patient with the process. It was an entire 15 minute pep talk of what God has told us and how we would never give up on him, so he could not give up. I told him that God promised that he would talk and walk again even better than he had before! To this, he looked at me. I even told him that he has been a good daddy and has supported us, been there for us, and has done EVERYTHING for us! Should he really expect any less from us?? We have been to the hospital everyday to see about him, advocate for him when he couldn't for himself, look at him, stroke his head, hold his hands and talk with him, even if we don't understand all that he is saying. He is still here and he is STILL our Daddy! God gave him back to us! Ooooh he tried so hard to hold the tears back. This experience makes me realize just how vulnerable we all are, even your daddy. I asked him would he be patient, like we are being patient going through this entire process with him and he told me okay. I even reminded him that he just started talking a week ago and he had not spoken in over a month. He was in a comma for an entire week and this is going to take whatever time necessary. I know that he is frustrated and we are too because we see how frustrated he is, but DON'T give up. He would never allow us to give up or tell him what we "can't" do. It (that word can't) was <i>not </i>allowed in our household. I asked him does he believe what God has spoken to us about him? He gave me a weak, "Yup." That was good enough. He allowed me to pray over him, and to just thank God for his life and to ask God to give us more patience and remove all of our frustrations while we trust Him for what He has said He will do. And He WILL DO IT!!! I told Daddy that we love him and we want him home, just as bad as he wants to be home, but we will trust God for His timing. That is what Daddy would tell me, so I in turn told him the same thing. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, this is all very hurtful and I cry too at night. But I see God moving and doing something very special with our family and I am anxiously awaiting the wonderful results!</div><blockquote style="color: #990000;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><b>But as it is written: “ Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” </b></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"><i><b>1 Corinthians 2:6-9 (New King James Version)</b></i></div></blockquote><br />
I choose to trust you with this process My Lord and My God,<br />
June <i><br />
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