“I desire therefore that the men pray everywhere,
lifting up holy hands, without wrath and doubting.”
~1Timothy 2:8~
Don Denton
Don is stable. Sometime tonight or early morning they will do a lumbar puncture to check his opening pressure on the brain. They will also put a drain in the spine to alievate any pressure.
They will monitor his condition and any changes during the weekend. Then come Monday they will decide whether to do surgery and put a shunt in. That decision will not be make until Monday.
Josh and I are hanging in there. Our dear friends Anne and Frank have opened their home up to us again. We are so very grateful to them. And they are out of town as well.
Some friends of theirs are helping me with childcare for Joshua and frieinds are taking care of our animals back at home.
This was a surprise to us. We never expected Don to relapse at this point. It is concerning, very concerning.
Don, Joshua and I are so tired and worn.Joshua is such a trooper. This child has had to “wait” more than any child should have to. Waiting on doctor appts., waiting in ER’s, waiting in hospitals, waiting for his beloved daddy to get better. He loves Don so much. I see such compassion in this child.
And of course, we were just coming up here for a one day appointment
, so I did not bring Joshua toys or movies or much of anything. I packed all three of our clothes in one tiny suitcase. UGH!I try not to think about it, but Don now has been in a hospital every month since last September. Every month!
He is so very tired of hospitals, we all are. I don’t understand why there are so few answers. I am discouraged and Don is too. It is so hard to understand this.
It is hard to pray these days. So, please pray for us.
My spirit is so low. And at the same time, I try so hard to be present with Joshua and Don. But today even that was most difficult for me.
I happen to be run down and sick too. This last week I was up allot with Don at night. My doctor had to call me in an antibiotic.
I don’t understand why answers don’t come. We are hanging on by a thread. Today has been a really rough day for us all.
It hurts to see Don suffer like this more than you can know. It hurts my heart so.
And at the same time, God has sent precious people to care for us here and at home. MaryAnn, John and David R. have been taking care of our home since all of this started for us. I don’t know what we would do without them. I keep saying that John and Mary Ann should have a room with their name on it in our home.
We can’t begin to say thank you for all the generous things you all do for us.
Each time I turn a corner and wonder how on earth are we going to make it. You can’t begin to know what 8 months of hospital stays, and tests and medicines cost. It blows me away. To be honest, I don’t know how we are going to do this.
I can’t even think about it. All I can think about is Don getting well again and us getting past this. Well, I have complained enough for one night. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
It has been a very hard day.
Please pray, we need it more than ever. Thank you our dear precious friends and family.
Diane
When I turned 9 years old I had no ideal what a year it would be for me. It started out great: birthday wishes, presents from my mom and dad and of course cake. I got a bb gun and two admonitions that I not shoot across the street or towards the house. “No problem” I said. It was time to regulate the birds, rabbits, squirrels, and anything else that would hold still long enough for me to get a shot off. I was excited and armed, what more could a young man want. So a friend and I went into the yard and were stalking anything that moved when I spotted a bird across the street sitting on a road sign. It was not just any bird, it was a target, sorry Uncle Dick. We lived in a curve with the gym next door and the church across the street diagonally back into the curve. You could hear cars coming from a mile away. The church was located by a creek and it was a rocks throw from the state line. I sited the bird, looked into the curve a time or two listening for a car and heard none. Despite the admonition I let her fly about the time I heard the gargle of an old muffler coming around the curve. I learned a little physics that day and the bb hit the back window of a child carrying floater car and shattered it. It took my 9 year old legs about 3 steps to get 30 feet into the house. I was the holding the bb gun over my head and screaming, “I never need a gun again, I never need a gun again, you can take away from me, whip me, whatever you want to”. My father shocked, quickly figured out what happened as the floater pulled into our driveway. Man needs purpose, needs a drive of purpose. Mine that day forever changed I was not purposed to be a mighty hunter. That year became even more tragic about an hour and a half later as I watched my blue healer, tiger go under a pulp wood truck, it was a peterbuilt, and not come out. My father had to scrape him off the road and bury him later that afternoon. Most of you are wondering how I made it without tremendous issues I know but I do have a point to this. These were not the most tragic events of this year. In the innocence of a 9 year old I loved her. She was beautiful confident, and could sing, at least that is what I remember. It was at VBS that she struck me with her beauty. We sang take my life lead me Lord, I prayed he would. She and her mother died that year in a curve in a creek and I dealt with the biggest tragedy of my life so far. I witnessed then, what I was reminded of last night, that love is seen in tragedy,as hundreds of people came to express sorrow and thoughtfuln
My sweet potato mom today sat with no therapist hands on her body as she was moved onto a PT mat today and lifted her head and looked at dad and me. She is progressing despite the infection and even though she was tired she gave her best. After sitting about an hour while they stretched, moved, and massaged her muscles she was then moved back into the wheelchair. Speech placed her valve and she spoke. Oh my GOODNESS, I love to hear her say “Jimmydukes
, all one word of it, and I love you, and I have to go to the bathroom, and I want to stand and I want a coke”, she gave me a smile.Dad is doing great. He is using his walker most of the time. He was sipping coffee when I arrived just before lunch. We had bud’s broiler and went to see mom. Then we went to eat two tonys, thanks Clay. Dad is progressing in every way.
Please continue to pray for mom: for her decubiti, for her infection in her sacrum and her lungs, for her progressive improvement with therapy, for her care that they would be communicati
ve, caring, and clean. Pray for dad: that his wounds would heal as well as his bones, that his mind heart and strength would stay focused on the father, and that he would be stronger daily and not get inpatient with his or mom’s healing. Pray for logistics of insurance, placement, and transportation to all be worked out. Pray for Jason and my family as we continue to do our best to honor our father and mother.After that year I put a 22 bullet into a dragonfly across that creek by the church. So much for me not being a mighty hunter. My purpose would not be driven by that though. Our purpose of this life is driven by a love relationshi
p: one with God and others. We are commanded and exampled to love God and love others. I saw that at 9. I saw that last night. I see that with all of you. Thanks again for all your prayers and thoughtfullness. We are overwhelmed by it and thank our God for you as you continue to lift us up and be the church.(February 3, 1925 – May 25, 2009)
Mr. Edward “Ed” Cutrer a Veteran of WWII, was a recipient of a Silver Star and a Purple Heart, was born February 3, 1925 and passed away at 4:15 a.m., Monday, May 25, 2009 at the VA Medical Center, Biloxi Division, Biloxi, MS. He was 84, a native of Montpelier and a resident of Amite.Mr. Ed is survived by his son and daughter-in-law, Bruce E. and Mary D. Cutrer, Amite; a daughter-in-law, Linda “Puddin” Cutrer, Amite; a sister, Mary Rogers, Greensburg; 2 brothers, Joe Cutrer, Greensburg and Ray Cutrer, Chicago, IL; 2 granddaughters, Keeli Cutrer, Amite and Heather Cutrer Koepp, and husband, Geoffrey, Amite; a grandson, Bruce E. “Binky” Cutrer, II, Amite; a great grandson, Garrett Wayne Koepp, Amite: and numerous nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by his parents, John T. and Hazel Redmond Cutrer; wives, Louise Henry Cutrer Murphy and Cinderella “Cindi” King Cutrer; a son, Joe Wayne Cutrer; 2 sisters, Annie Mae Albritton and Myrtle Louise Ficklin; and 3 brothers, Hollis, Walter, and Dewitt Cutrer.
Visitation will be at the McKneely & Vaughn Funeral Home, Amite, on Sunday, May 31, 2009 from 12:00 noon until Religious Services at 3:00 p.m. with Bro. Sam Leto officiating. Interment in Amite Memorial Gardens.
In lieu of flowers the family request donations be made to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital 501 St. Jude Place Memphis, TN 38105 1-800-873-6983
An on-line Guestbook is available at http://www.mckneelyvaughnfh.com
McKneely & Vaughn Funeral Home, Amite, is located at I-55N & Hwy 16W behind Grand Prix Car Wash and Bond Eye Clinic.
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