OT: Roo's Miracle...A TPB's Community Thread Of Unity and Support

[Fleet 1]

Thanks for the Aloha guys. This is a friends family. Im just trying to gather prayers from this community. Im hurt deeply by this but its not my family. Just in case you thought it was.

That post was copied and pasted from my friend Shawna. The mother of Gianna.

Aloha

[Topcat]

Please continue to pray for Gianna and her Family. Mom is really suffering.

It is impossible to find the words to describe the pain Jeff and I feel as we enter this phase with Gianna. It is a trauma beyond the deepest darkest pain that will be with us for the rest of our lives. I cope by keeping it in a box. I underplay the severity. I lie to myself. It’s how I make it through each day. Yet we know it also flows through Eric, Troy and Alexa. The grief we watch them process is exponential pain. It was Troy’s 14th birthday last week. We celebrated by going out for dinner - which was a major outing for us. I was standing outside the car, watching Jeff help Gianna from the passenger seat of the car she used to drive, into her wheelchair. My vibrant child, the one our family has orbited around for nearly her whole life - fights still for her life as this cancer and its treatments continue to ravage her brain. I feel so much anger. I know it’s an expected part of grief but I also want to push past it and revel in the joy she has given us for 17 years. It’s so unfair. Why Gianna? We are home, on hospice care. Even though we understand logically this next phase, the emotions of it are overwhelming. Every headache, every pain, every little thing. It is a freefall of terror - absolute terror of what the future looks like for our family. The terror of this experience. I still pray for a miracle, but my ask is angry. I am on edge in every moment. I pray for peace in my heart, to find gratitude in my anger, and most importantly, strength to support my family through this horrific nightmare. Thank you for keeping Gianna in your heart - please continue to come visit - hold her hand - tell her stories - make her laugh - share memories - tell her you love her and how much she means to you. The outpouring of love in the notes to her that we’ve read from her friends has been incredible. She has touched and inspired so many with her love - stories of things I had no idea that she had done that were so kind and giving. She is so special. She is SO LOVED.

My prayers are with you, Fleet...when I go into the jail or prison, I hear some real heartbreaking stories about them and their families...and what makes it worse is they can't be with their families...even to attend a funeral, usually...one of the key things I recommend is to begin to praise God in the midst of the storm...praise Him until His peaceful presence surrounds you...sounds like the opposite of what we normally do...our normal reaction is anger and denial...my upcoming message to the prison inmates at the next chapel service will be selections from Psalm 118 to give them hope and encouragement:

"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.

⁵ When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; he brought me into a spacious place.⁶ The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?

¹³ I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me.¹⁴ The Lord is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation.

¹⁷ I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done.

²¹ I will give you thanks, for you answered me; you have become my salvation.

²⁶ Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. From the house of the Lord we bless you.

²⁷ The Lord is God, and he has made his light shine on us.

²⁸ You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you.

²⁹ Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever."

Lord, I pray that Fleet and his family will feel your presence in the midst of the storm. Help them not to be afraid or angry, but to feel your presence and your peace. Make your light to shine upon him and his loved ones. Help them to pray to you, to bring their burdens to You and to praise You until your powerful presence surrounds them with love and peace. Bring them hope and surround them with the peace of the Holy Spirit. We give you thanks, we praise you and exalt you. In the name of Jesus, amen.

[Boltnut]

Please continue to pray for Gianna and her Family. Mom is really suffering.

It is impossible to find the words to describe the pain Jeff and I feel as we enter this phase with Gianna. It is a trauma beyond the deepest darkest pain that will be with us for the rest of our lives. I cope by keeping it in a box. I underplay the severity. I lie to myself. It’s how I make it through each day. Yet we know it also flows through Eric, Troy and Alexa. The grief we watch them process is exponential pain. It was Troy’s 14th birthday last week. We celebrated by going out for dinner - which was a major outing for us. I was standing outside the car, watching Jeff help Gianna from the passenger seat of the car she used to drive, into her wheelchair. My vibrant child, the one our family has orbited around for nearly her whole life - fights still for her life as this cancer and its treatments continue to ravage her brain. I feel so much anger. I know it’s an expected part of grief but I also want to push past it and revel in the joy she has given us for 17 years. It’s so unfair. Why Gianna? We are home, on hospice care. Even though we understand logically this next phase, the emotions of it are overwhelming. Every headache, every pain, every little thing. It is a freefall of terror - absolute terror of what the future looks like for our family. The terror of this experience. I still pray for a miracle, but my ask is angry. I am on edge in every moment. I pray for peace in my heart, to find gratitude in my anger, and most importantly, strength to support my family through this horrific nightmare. Thank you for keeping Gianna in your heart - please continue to come visit - hold her hand - tell her stories - make her laugh - share memories - tell her you love her and how much she means to you. The outpouring of love in the notes to her that we’ve read from her friends has been incredible. She has touched and inspired so many with her love - stories of things I had no idea that she had done that were so kind and giving. She is so special. She is SO LOVED.

I can't imagine the pain of losing my girl(s). It's really cool of you to be there for Gianna and her family. Sometimes, it really is the only thing to do. Having been sick before... it means a lot to be surrounded by people that love you.

[Ghost of Quacksaw]

Please continue to pray for Gianna and her Family. Mom is really suffering.

It is impossible to find the words to describe the pain Jeff and I feel as we enter this phase with Gianna. It is a trauma beyond the deepest darkest pain that will be with us for the rest of our lives. I cope by keeping it in a box. I underplay the severity. I lie to myself. It’s how I make it through each day. Yet we know it also flows through Eric, Troy and Alexa. The grief we watch them process is exponential pain. It was Troy’s 14th birthday last week. We celebrated by going out for dinner - which was a major outing for us. I was standing outside the car, watching Jeff help Gianna from the passenger seat of the car she used to drive, into her wheelchair. My vibrant child, the one our family has orbited around for nearly her whole life - fights still for her life as this cancer and its treatments continue to ravage her brain. I feel so much anger. I know it’s an expected part of grief but I also want to push past it and revel in the joy she has given us for 17 years. It’s so unfair. Why Gianna? We are home, on hospice care. Even though we understand logically this next phase, the emotions of it are overwhelming. Every headache, every pain, every little thing. It is a freefall of terror - absolute terror of what the future looks like for our family. The terror of this experience. I still pray for a miracle, but my ask is angry. I am on edge in every moment. I pray for peace in my heart, to find gratitude in my anger, and most importantly, strength to support my family through this horrific nightmare. Thank you for keeping Gianna in your heart - please continue to come visit - hold her hand - tell her stories - make her laugh - share memories - tell her you love her and how much she means to you. The outpouring of love in the notes to her that we’ve read from her friends has been incredible. She has touched and inspired so many with her love - stories of things I had no idea that she had done that were so kind and giving. She is so special. She is SO LOVED.

Holding this up to the Creator. May you and your family be comforted.

[FoutsFan]

Please continue to pray for Gianna and her Family. Mom is really suffering.

It is impossible to find the words to describe the pain Jeff and I feel as we enter this phase with Gianna. It is a trauma beyond the deepest darkest pain that will be with us for the rest of our lives. I cope by keeping it in a box. I underplay the severity. I lie to myself. It’s how I make it through each day. Yet we know it also flows through Eric, Troy and Alexa. The grief we watch them process is exponential pain. It was Troy’s 14th birthday last week. We celebrated by going out for dinner - which was a major outing for us. I was standing outside the car, watching Jeff help Gianna from the passenger seat of the car she used to drive, into her wheelchair. My vibrant child, the one our family has orbited around for nearly her whole life - fights still for her life as this cancer and its treatments continue to ravage her brain. I feel so much anger. I know it’s an expected part of grief but I also want to push past it and revel in the joy she has given us for 17 years. It’s so unfair. Why Gianna? We are home, on hospice care. Even though we understand logically this next phase, the emotions of it are overwhelming. Every headache, every pain, every little thing. It is a freefall of terror - absolute terror of what the future looks like for our family. The terror of this experience. I still pray for a miracle, but my ask is angry. I am on edge in every moment. I pray for peace in my heart, to find gratitude in my anger, and most importantly, strength to support my family through this horrific nightmare. Thank you for keeping Gianna in your heart - please continue to come visit - hold her hand - tell her stories - make her laugh - share memories - tell her you love her and how much she means to you. The outpouring of love in the notes to her that we’ve read from her friends has been incredible. She has touched and inspired so many with her love - stories of things I had no idea that she had done that were so kind and giving. She is so special. She is SO LOVED.

Praying for you and yours everyday. As well as all others here. Keep the faith God is with you no matter what this life brings.

[Whydachargers?]

Same here. Stool softeners help if you need the pain meds.

Magnesium supplements are great stool softeners. I take Magnesium L-Threonate. Has other benefits.

[Fleet 1]

Please continue to pray for Gianna and her Family. Mom is really suffering.

It is impossible to find the words to describe the pain Jeff and I feel as we enter this phase with Gianna. It is a trauma beyond the deepest darkest pain that will be with us for the rest of our lives. I cope by keeping it in a box. I underplay the severity. I lie to myself. It’s how I make it through each day. Yet we know it also flows through Eric, Troy and Alexa. The grief we watch them process is exponential pain. It was Troy’s 14th birthday last week. We celebrated by going out for dinner - which was a major outing for us. I was standing outside the car, watching Jeff help Gianna from the passenger seat of the car she used to drive, into her wheelchair. My vibrant child, the one our family has orbited around for nearly her whole life - fights still for her life as this cancer and its treatments continue to ravage her brain. I feel so much anger. I know it’s an expected part of grief but I also want to push past it and revel in the joy she has given us for 17 years. It’s so unfair. Why Gianna? We are home, on hospice care. Even though we understand logically this next phase, the emotions of it are overwhelming. Every headache, every pain, every little thing. It is a freefall of terror - absolute terror of what the future looks like for our family. The terror of this experience. I still pray for a miracle, but my ask is angry. I am on edge in every moment. I pray for peace in my heart, to find gratitude in my anger, and most importantly, strength to support my family through this horrific nightmare. Thank you for keeping Gianna in your heart - please continue to come visit - hold her hand - tell her stories - make her laugh - share memories - tell her you love her and how much she means to you. The outpouring of love in the notes to her that we’ve read from her friends has been incredible. She has touched and inspired so many with her love - stories of things I had no idea that she had done that were so kind and giving. She is so special. She is SO LOVED.

[Boltjolt]

Absolutely, JFC Ben.

I am gonna need to up my bovine collagen consumption.

But otherwise, as you said, the Freakout is the trade-Rashawn-take, followed by ~ the same injury on the same left leg...Curse of Slater.

I imagine sleeping with no pain meds and still torn is a tough one. Wonder why they wait so long to fix it.

[UtahBolt]

Today's game has taken on a new significance for me. I don't usually post personal stuff on here but I am feeling reflective and something really hit me this morning before kick off, so if it is okay Roo I need to borrow your thread for a minute.

Today's game against Jacksonville is the very last game I will watch our Chargers, with full vision, both my eyes.

I have been dealing with Melanoma in my left eye. The cancer has grown where it now must be treated to not put my life at risk. This Thursday i go for surgery to implant radiation into my eye. While I am blessed a positive outcome is expected that will save my life.... I know not everyone with cancer is that fortunate...it does come with a cost...the radiation will destroy the vision in my left eye. I will just have to adjust and life will go on.

So today I will watch the game on my 85 inch screen with extra appreciation ...a parting gift you could say. So Chargers I am asking for a favor today. If you could go into Duval, not lose to the Jags again.... and get me a win to remember... I would really appreciate it 💛💙

As a melanoma survivor myself, I send my best wishes to you. Mine was removed off my back (along with multiple lymph nodes in my arm pit) through a fairly significant surgery. I fortunately have had no long-lasting repercussions so I understand that my situation is different than yours and may not be relatable, but I have been through it and am here for you. This M-Fer is a ruthless killer, but it sounds like they found it before it hit your body's highway which is an absolute blessing. While it's easy for me to say as I did not lose anything but flesh, be grateful my brother, it could have been soooo much worse for you. Peace and love!

[jamrock]

Absolutely, JFC Ben.

I am gonna need to up my bovine collagen consumption.

But otherwise, as you said, the Freakout is the trade-Rashawn-take, followed by ~ the same injury on the same left leg...Curse of Slater.

Curse of the Chargers. It's spreading to the fans now

[wu-dai clan]

That's a tough one. I blame Ben Herbert

Absolutely, JFC Ben.

I am gonna need to up my bovine collagen consumption.

But otherwise, as you said, the Freakout is the trade-Rashawn-take, followed by ~ the same injury on the same left leg...Curse of Slater.

[jamrock]

Thank you Boltjolt. I remember you had a similar problem.

I was walking down three small steps, holding the guard rail. The knee just snapped...a non contact injury...degenerative per xrays...mri tomorrow.

Yeah...rehab.

That's a tough one. I blame Ben Herbert