The POWER of FABO

I know that I should have done a better job of keeping my FABO family updated on this matter and I apologize. I guess my thought was if I didn’t talk too much about it things all would work out.

By the end of June last year the doctors had told us that the cancer was terminal and that my grandmother wouldn’t be able to handle the surgery that was required to remove what was currently in her body. They gave her three to nine months at that time if nothing was done. My grandmother the tough lady she was fought hard and was well enough to get out of the hospital and made it home in July. That was one of the doctor’s main goals to get her healthy enough to get home so she could end her days where she wanted to be, at home with family. Feeling better my grandmother told us that she wanted to have at least one more summer to enjoy her beloved garden and flowers that she worked so hard on every year. To accomplish this she had to go on chemo therapy. After two rounds of chemo and being so sick she decided that the days that she was loosing being sick from chemo weren’t, or might not be made up in results so she stopped. She wanted to just enjoy the days she still had. The month of May was rough, we could see the cancer was starting to win the battle but my grandmother still fought. On Tuesday morning my dad called me with the news that she had passed a few hours earlier.

Thank you all again for the prayers and thoughts that have been sent, I truly believe that without them and others my grandmother would not have made it though the first part of her illness. Thank you all very much.

IRENE "PAT" BECKWITH

A note to you Grandma… I am so proud to have had you as a grandmother, you are the very best of people. I will remember always and cherish the days that we had together. I wish that you would have gotten more of the summer that you wanted, you know how I wanted that for you as well. I hope where you are the flowers will be in bloom always, and the deer stick to the corn and not the beautiful petals of the flowers. Your secret French toast recipe is safe with me and I will only pass it on the most trust worthy of family. You will be thought about often and missed greatly. Love and hugs Grandma, I’m glad that you are in peace now.

Thanks again FABO for giving me a place to share, write, cry and heal. One last time, thank you very much for all of you that read, posted, prayed and cared.