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The story behind 65 Roses...

65 Roses® is what some children with CF call their disease because the words are much easier for them to pronounce. Mary G. Weiss became a volunteer for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation in 1965 after learning that her three little boys had CF. Her duty was to call every civic club, social and service organization seeking financial support for CF research.

Mary's 4-year old son, Richard, listened closely to his mother as she made each call. After several calls, Richard came into the room and told his Mom, "I know what you are working for." Mary was dumbstruck because Richard did not know what she was doing, nor did he know that he had cystic fibrosis. With some trepidation, Mary posed the question, "What am I working for, Richard?" "You are working for 65 Roses," he answered so sweetly. Mary was speechless. She went over to him and tenderly pressed his body to hers. He could not see the tears running down Mary's cheeks as she stammered, "Yes Richard, I'm working for 65 Roses."

Since 1965, the term "65 Roses" has been used by children of all ages to describe their disease. But, making it easier to say, does not make CF any easier to live with. The "65 Roses" story has captured the hearts and emotions of all who have heard it. The rose, appropriately the ancient symbol of love, has become a symbol of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.

"65 Roses® " is a registered trademark of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.

 

Ode to Precious Little Faith
(03-04-05)

One year ago you arrived on this day~
So little & perfect in just every way…
We’ll never forget that wonderful day~
When God blessed us by sending you our way…
A wonderful new family came to be~
Morgan, Stephanie & Baby Girl made three…
You captured our hearts so very easily~
How happy & excited, but worried were we…
In the NICU, Faith Marie you were named~
Nearby your side your new parents remained…
Neither your Mom nor your Dad wanted to roam~
And we all thanked God that soon you were home…
Diagnosed with CF, we all grew quite tearful~
But having you here makes us all so cheerful…
Team “Faith-Full” came to be when you were two months old~
Helping find a cure for CF before you grow old…

The next few months how time did fly~
Sleeping through the night with hardly a cry…
Over the summer double pneumonia you survived~
And with special treatment you began to thrive…

First you were rolling over, then crawling away~
Doing “360’s” in your own special way…

Who could have known what a delight & joy you would be~
At six months of age, we took you to Hawaii…
Then came Halloween when you were a “ladybug”~
Such a little cutie we all wanted to hug…
Next came your first Christmas with Santa and all~
Opening brand new toys, you had a ball!...
Dear sweet Faith I want you to know~
How lucky you are that your parents love you so…
It seems like just yesterday you were tiny & new~
When God helped you pick the perfect parents to care for you…
So loving & patient & calm as can be~
You have a very special Mom named Stephanie…
Giving you medicine to help you breathe just right~
Whatever it takes to help you sleep through the night…
Your Daddy is Morgan who works hard all day through~
So Mommy can stay home & take good care of you…
Daddy plays with you as your Mommy cooks~
Or she cleans & puts together special scrapbooks…
Your CF we’ll conquer some day we do know~
In the meantime, we’ll enjoy watching you grow…
Now you’re clapping & waving & learning to “sign”~
Thank God you are happy & doing just fine…
Now you can tell us that you are “ONE”~
Each special moment we have you is so much fun…
You’re almost ready to walk & talk, too~
Dancing, reading & playing peek-a-boo…
So picture perfect with your sweet toothy smile~
We all want you here for a very long while…
Knowing that God will watch over you~
While you’re playing, sleeping, whatever you do…

My precious grandchild as you continue to grow~
I want you to know how we all love you so…
I treasure each moment I share with you…
And we look forward to next year when you turn TWO!

                                       ~Written by Grammy Marie

 

Welcome to Holland
  By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987.  All rights reserved.

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.



Struggle is Necessary for the

Butterfly to Survive


Before a butterfly can emerge out of it's
chrysalis it has to go through a lot of struggling.
Yes, struggling. Each time it lunges out to
escape, acids are being removed from its wings.
If someone were to come along and break the
chrysalis open for it then the butterfly would die
from those acids. In essence the struggle is
necessary for the butterfly to survive. Then in
the stillness, when the struggle is over, the
butterfly can come out and share its beauty with
the world.
We as humans are not any different. There are
times that we need to struggle, to rid ourselves
of the acids that make up sadness, fear, and
anger. It is only at this time when we are
exhausted and still that we begin to hear the
Universe whisper to us.

                            ~Tony Masiello, 2006


The Special Mother
by Erma Bombeck


Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice,
a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.
This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children.
Did you ever wonder how these mothers are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth
Selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation.
As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew."
"Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia."
"Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who knows no laughter?
That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.
Once the shock and resentment wear off she'll handle it."
"I watched her today.
She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of it's own.
She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a spoken word.
She will never consider a step ordinary.
When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.
I will permit her to see clearly the things I see--ignorance, cruelty,
prejudice--and allow her to rise above them.
She will never be alone.
I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life
Because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."
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