Your most poignant moment in life

[Indy Coug]

A few years ago in a hospital bed, my surgeon telling me the pathology was back and that I had a lymphoma. I asked if that meant cancer and he said yes and that he had set up an appointment for me with an oncologist. Then he was gone. Just me and a nurse. She looked at me and said, "Wow, that was cold." It only takes a minute to change a life.

That's terrible how he handled that.

[Green Monstah]

July 9, 2002--I was a brand new father, had dropped out of college, was throwing a paper route for a job and living in my grandparents' (both deceased) trailer in a run down 55 and over trailer park. I picked up my little munchkin, looked into those cloudy gray eyes and realized I had to grow up. I was an RM, married to a beautiful woman, and I had to stop acting like a boy. That beautiful little girl needed a daddy with ambition and a steady job. I went back to school, got my life in order, and I'm doing pretty well for myself.

[ewth8tr]

First - after describing my Mom's changing condition, her oncologist advised that she had hours left and he was sending hospice care. My Dad was at work and I had to go pick him up and tell him that his wife was about to die.

Second - after bringing him home, he was not able to deliver the news, so I then had to break the news to my Mom that the radiation and chemo had not worked and that she was going to die soon.

Third - after she had slipped into a coma the night before, I gave her a blessing in which I blessed her that she had fought a great fight, but that she could let go and return to The Lord.

Forth - being next to her when she passed away an hour later. I don't think I will ever be able to get the image of her face out of my head as she was going.

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[All-American]

Beck to Harline, 2006. I've had a pretty sheltered life, I guess.

[All-American]

Beck to Harline, 2006. I've had a pretty sheltered life, I guess.

Although that was the moment that my wife-to-be saw me for the first time.

[byu71]

Wow, some powerful sharing. Tugs at my heart.

You would think someone as old as I would have something to match, I don't.

Being there as my parents passed on was heartwrenching, but they were 85 and 89 and the quality of life had so deteriorated, that in a sense their passing was a blessing for them.

[kccougar]

The 8-hour lifespan of our third child, spent with him and my wife in their hospital room joined at times by wonderful, caring nurses and a few very, very good friends.

[Eddie]

Sitting in a hospital conference room next to a pair of US marshals and across the table from a frustrated surgeon who had just lost his 3 year-old patient on the operating table after a two hour battle. Listening to him describe the cause of death as the girl being shaken so violently that all of the tissue connecting the left hemisphere of her brain to the right was sheared and how the shaking stopped suddenly when the back of the girl's head made contact with a solid object. And his anger because there was just nothing he could do for this girl who never should've been there in the first place.

Accompanying these same three people to the hospital morgue and seeing firsthand what he had just described.

And eventually driving home later that night. Seeing my own young children. Holding them close and not wanting to ever let go.

[kimchicoug]

Waking up to my baby in an arching position and unable to get him out of it. Rushing to the ER as fast as I could. Spending the next five days as he was tortured (of course they were trying to help, but it was still torture). The eyes he looked at me with... Pleading for relief...

Getting the diagnosis of Krabbe's disease and the order to get his affairs in order because he will probably die in a year. That feeling, for the first time, that everything will not be okay. Collapsing to the floor Pleading with God and getting the answer I didn't want but brought me peace.

Spending the next month doing all the things a child should get to experience... The zoo... Hiking... Dancing... Sporting events... Meeting with the doctor for a check up and hearing the news that we beat the odds. Despite everything they told us he was misdiagnosed, he had a virus attack his brain. He may suffer lasting brain or neurological damage, but he was spared from death.

[clackamascoug]

Faith, Hope, and Charity.

Hope is my friend. The Atonement is my Savior.

[Commando]

Waking up to my baby in an arching position and unable to get him out of it. Rushing to the ER as fast as I could. Spending the next five days as he was tortured (of course they were trying to help, but it was still torture). The eyes he looked at me with... Pleading for relief...

Getting the diagnosis of Krabbe's disease and the order to get his affairs in order because he will probably die in a year. That feeling, for the first time, that everything will not be okay. Collapsing to the floor Pleading with God and getting the answer I didn't want but brought me peace.

Spending the next month doing all the things a child should get to experience... The zoo... Hiking... Dancing... Sporting events... Meeting with the doctor for a check up and hearing the news that we beat the odds. Despite everything they told us he was misdiagnosed, he had a virus attack his brain. He may suffer lasting brain or neurological damage, but he was spared from death.

There are no words.

[TripletDaddy]

These are such incredibly personal experiences, I feel like I should apologize for having read them....Maybe like reading someone's diary or eavesdropping on a private conversation. I hope that sharing provides a measure of catharsis for all of you.

As most could easily surmise, I am weak and lack the fortitude to revisit my poignant moments. I wish I had your strength. But thanks to all for giving hope to all those that scroll through these pages. Certainly if you can power through this sort of collective trauma, then there is hope for all of us in dark times.

[The_Douger]

I now realize I have an easy life.

[Commando]

The only way to take the sorrow out of death is to take the love out of life. I swear it works.



#commandowisdom

[lambdacoug]

I don't remember the exact day, I don't care to. I'll never forget how it changed me and how I felt, though. Some anonymous warm spring day in March 2008, I drove home from work like always. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. I pulled in the house dreading mowing the lawn, I walked upstairs and my wife told me to leave or she'd call the police. Shell shocked, I drove to my parents' house, wondering what the fuck had happened. That 30 minute drive was the longest I have ever taken. Over the next few days, as I wondered how my life had gotten to that point, I determined that I wouldn't stop asking why until I was satisfied with the answers.