Little Olivia Grayson suffers from Scoliosis. The Doctors
say her case is one in ten thousand. That's not good.
Livvie, as her siblings refer to her, is eighteen months
old. She is one of the happiest babies ever to have so
much wrong with her. Besides her spine being curved like
a half moon, there are four ribs on the left side that
lap over each other and may possibly be grown together.
This has caused the right lung not to develop properly,
restricting her breathing. Her neck is missing two verta-
bra, which will have to be replaced. At this time she is
facing many surgeries. The first, will be to remove those
four ribs and place rods on both sides of her back along
with titanium ribs. As we understand it now, this will
need to be done EVERY TWO YEARS until she quits growing.
Today, 9-11-2006, she is on her way to Shriners Hospital
in Shreveport, La. Her mon and dad, Manda and Nolan, are
with her. They all need our prayers.
Mary Walker - Great Grandmother
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Baby Due for Surgery
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Viviana Armour is due for surgery Tuesday September 5, 2006 between 11am and 1pm.
Your prayers are appreciated in the coming weeks.
Viviana Armour is due for surgery Tuesday September 5, 2006 between 11am and 1pm.
Your prayers are appreciated in the coming weeks.
Ode to Family
Ode to Family
Copyright Mark Compton
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Mark was born on December 4th, 1951 in Henryetta, OK. He was raised partly by his
grandparents. Charlie and Willie Mae Friend. Good Folks and typical hardworking family people. Willie had about 8 children. I ate alot of toast and hot choclate at Aunt Pat's. Yup - good memories! Grandma was not one to horse around. One time I played hookie from school. She wanted to switch me real bad, but my mother who had not seen me in awhile saved me from grandma's wrath. Charlie Friend was a throwback to the old west. I really believe that with all my heart. He loved animals of all sorts and raised chickens, cows, horses and even rabbits at one time or another. Well, lets not leave out the mules! He certainly had a mule in his lifetime - because I have a memory of at least one ol' mule. And I ain't talking about any former wives, so dont get upset! We snuck into the drive-in at Henryetta with Danny Joe my favorite cousin. We thought it was cool to ride in the truck and get over on something, I guess. We got our first beers from Danny and he is just a great memory. (I dont mean to imply that he is dead or anything). This will do for now. God Bless!
Mark graduated in April 1970 from Broken Arrow High School, Broken Arrow, OK. He then attended H C Lewis School of Technology from August 1970 until January 1971. On February 3rd, 1971 he volunteered for service in the U.S. Marine Corps. He had a high draft number and he did not know the mind of former Secretary of Defense
Robert Mcnamara.
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Copyright Mark Compton
http://www.NoMoreAlarmClocks.net
Mark was born on December 4th, 1951 in Henryetta, OK. He was raised partly by his
grandparents. Charlie and Willie Mae Friend. Good Folks and typical hardworking family people. Willie had about 8 children. I ate alot of toast and hot choclate at Aunt Pat's. Yup - good memories! Grandma was not one to horse around. One time I played hookie from school. She wanted to switch me real bad, but my mother who had not seen me in awhile saved me from grandma's wrath. Charlie Friend was a throwback to the old west. I really believe that with all my heart. He loved animals of all sorts and raised chickens, cows, horses and even rabbits at one time or another. Well, lets not leave out the mules! He certainly had a mule in his lifetime - because I have a memory of at least one ol' mule. And I ain't talking about any former wives, so dont get upset! We snuck into the drive-in at Henryetta with Danny Joe my favorite cousin. We thought it was cool to ride in the truck and get over on something, I guess. We got our first beers from Danny and he is just a great memory. (I dont mean to imply that he is dead or anything). This will do for now. God Bless!
Mark graduated in April 1970 from Broken Arrow High School, Broken Arrow, OK. He then attended H C Lewis School of Technology from August 1970 until January 1971. On February 3rd, 1971 he volunteered for service in the U.S. Marine Corps. He had a high draft number and he did not know the mind of former Secretary of Defense
Robert Mcnamara.
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To find the best home based business ideas and
opportunities so you can work at home visit:
http://www.NoMoreAlarmClocks.net
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
First Post
Hey! Trying out this new blog to see if I can put banners and other advertising on the blog. I
look forward to finding out what I have available.
This is my second blog. I am still 54 years old and married to a wonderful gall named Sharline. We have one child between us and 5 all together. I have 2 sons from a previous marriage and Sharline has 2 girls.
The oldest child is Fawn. She is about 30 years old and has 3 wonderful little girls. Valeecia is aged 4 years and goes to pre-school. She just loves it! Victoria is 2 years old and would dearly love to go to school. She imitates her older sister just a wee bit. The youngest is about 10 weeks old and is named Viviana. She has 2 heart defects. A hole and a leak between the different valves. She is undergoing surgery soon.
Fawn was very sick last week. She was doubled over and complained of pain. She was taken to the hospital. That was not a good experience! The hospital was ran like a farm. The workers had their jobs and that was as far as their thinking would take them. They had all their assigned tasks and they were ticking them off, one by one, counting down toward the end of their shift.
This all sounds ok except, if I may be so outstandingly bold, this is not a chicken farm but a hospital. After getting released from the waiting room and admitted into another waiting room
called admitted - we again waited. Fawn was examined, by a male worker, who we think did not use proper discretion in his evaluation of Fawn. Their is a method whereby the woman does not have to be fully exposed. He later walked by her as she lay on the bed in the hallway and touched the tattoo on her ankle. What think ye?
Eventually Fawn began to complain bitterly of pain and was not able to lie down. She was doubled over and groaned. This girl was truly hurting. I spoke to one of the ladies in dark blue or black - probably LPN's - who were running the floor. The only thing that apparently got me was a reputation as a complainer and a potential problem. (Later I deliberately made myself a problem.) They did not help my daughter. We patiently waited. I began to think that perhaps the commission of a serious felony and a jail sentence of 10-20 years was in order, however,
I am a coward with one lung and chose not the felonious route.
Eventually we were given another room where we could wait until they saw fit, in their own suposedly professionally educated time-frame, to check on Fawn. Let me pause here, if I may,
just to interject than an idiot - you know like Rush Limbaugh or Tony Snow - or even you - could tell that Fawn Jones was in serious jeopardy. But not America's health-care system! Nope
not for the love of Pete (?) or ol' Saint Joe, no sirree, not our health-care pro's! So, partly out of an act, and partly out of anger I overacted a poorly scripted loudly verbal and eventually boring rebellion of discontent and unhappiness that I made sure all heard. I managed to do that without a single cuss word! Well - allright - I know I made God proud!
Finally a Physicians Assistant came in and conducted the coolest most professional interveiw one could ever ask for and prescribed a dose of pain medication for pain. Wow! Well it didnt take long for Fawn to see that it was an insufficient dose. So, we did it again. We had to do it once more but the third time it seemed as if someone understood that real pain medicine was required.
Friends it turned out that Fawn was dying. Yup! Just flat dying. That is the crux of it. The doctor 2 days later summed it up by saying that "Fawn you were a very, very sick girl."
I won't leave you in the dark reguarding this matter. No, instead and deliberately wordy, I will fill you in on the particular of the situtation. Her gall bladder was rotten. Rotten is an appropriate description. It was finished and it seemed to be in a hurry to finish Fawn. Well,
heck, why could they not have been more merciful earlier in the emergency room. Because they work the emergency room like a farm. And the farm hands are worn out and really just want to fulfill job responsibility more than give that extra bit of loving attention. Let me say to those workers:
You are working with people not animals. In the tradition of my favorite US President just imagine a swarth of expletive deleted. Good Day.
look forward to finding out what I have available.
This is my second blog. I am still 54 years old and married to a wonderful gall named Sharline. We have one child between us and 5 all together. I have 2 sons from a previous marriage and Sharline has 2 girls.
The oldest child is Fawn. She is about 30 years old and has 3 wonderful little girls. Valeecia is aged 4 years and goes to pre-school. She just loves it! Victoria is 2 years old and would dearly love to go to school. She imitates her older sister just a wee bit. The youngest is about 10 weeks old and is named Viviana. She has 2 heart defects. A hole and a leak between the different valves. She is undergoing surgery soon.
Fawn was very sick last week. She was doubled over and complained of pain. She was taken to the hospital. That was not a good experience! The hospital was ran like a farm. The workers had their jobs and that was as far as their thinking would take them. They had all their assigned tasks and they were ticking them off, one by one, counting down toward the end of their shift.
This all sounds ok except, if I may be so outstandingly bold, this is not a chicken farm but a hospital. After getting released from the waiting room and admitted into another waiting room
called admitted - we again waited. Fawn was examined, by a male worker, who we think did not use proper discretion in his evaluation of Fawn. Their is a method whereby the woman does not have to be fully exposed. He later walked by her as she lay on the bed in the hallway and touched the tattoo on her ankle. What think ye?
Eventually Fawn began to complain bitterly of pain and was not able to lie down. She was doubled over and groaned. This girl was truly hurting. I spoke to one of the ladies in dark blue or black - probably LPN's - who were running the floor. The only thing that apparently got me was a reputation as a complainer and a potential problem. (Later I deliberately made myself a problem.) They did not help my daughter. We patiently waited. I began to think that perhaps the commission of a serious felony and a jail sentence of 10-20 years was in order, however,
I am a coward with one lung and chose not the felonious route.
Eventually we were given another room where we could wait until they saw fit, in their own suposedly professionally educated time-frame, to check on Fawn. Let me pause here, if I may,
just to interject than an idiot - you know like Rush Limbaugh or Tony Snow - or even you - could tell that Fawn Jones was in serious jeopardy. But not America's health-care system! Nope
not for the love of Pete (?) or ol' Saint Joe, no sirree, not our health-care pro's! So, partly out of an act, and partly out of anger I overacted a poorly scripted loudly verbal and eventually boring rebellion of discontent and unhappiness that I made sure all heard. I managed to do that without a single cuss word! Well - allright - I know I made God proud!
Finally a Physicians Assistant came in and conducted the coolest most professional interveiw one could ever ask for and prescribed a dose of pain medication for pain. Wow! Well it didnt take long for Fawn to see that it was an insufficient dose. So, we did it again. We had to do it once more but the third time it seemed as if someone understood that real pain medicine was required.
Friends it turned out that Fawn was dying. Yup! Just flat dying. That is the crux of it. The doctor 2 days later summed it up by saying that "Fawn you were a very, very sick girl."
I won't leave you in the dark reguarding this matter. No, instead and deliberately wordy, I will fill you in on the particular of the situtation. Her gall bladder was rotten. Rotten is an appropriate description. It was finished and it seemed to be in a hurry to finish Fawn. Well,
heck, why could they not have been more merciful earlier in the emergency room. Because they work the emergency room like a farm. And the farm hands are worn out and really just want to fulfill job responsibility more than give that extra bit of loving attention. Let me say to those workers:
You are working with people not animals. In the tradition of my favorite US President just imagine a swarth of expletive deleted. Good Day.
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