You are next. When I got pregnant with you
in Germany, we were due to rotate back to the states in
July and you were due in September. So, you were
all over Europe and the United States before you were
born. I woke up September 22 and said that I knew
this was going to be the day, even though all four of
you guys were almost two weeks late. I said that I
needed to get the house straightened up right
away. Sure enough, while working on the house, the
contractions began.
I then said that I needed to get groceries in since I
would be in the hospital for a few days. So, off
to the grocery store. Up and down the aisles,
eating a bag of cookies while shopping. When a
contraction would hit, I would stop and sit down on one
of the lower shelves until it was over. Got home
and put the groceries away and then said to your dad
"well, I think it is time to go to the
hospital." So, off we went to the base
hospital at Whiteman Air Force Base, just outside of
"Knobnoster," MO. The doctor
told me that maybe this would be a girl. I told
him that I knew you were going to be a boy, so I was
able to say "I told you so," as soon as you
were born. He said "you certainly knew what
you were talking about, didn't you?" He said
you were healthy and weighed 9 lbs.-3 1/2 oz., 21 1/2
inches long, and you were born on a Monday. Your
doctor was Dr. Lensink and your nurse was J. Wentz. The
nurses were all talking about how cute you were and how
you were the biggest baby they had in the hospital
for many, many months. You also had red hair and
blue eyes. But, then the next day, another woman
came in who was a reporter and she had a little girl
that weighed almost 11 pounds, and they put her in the
bassinet next to you, and then you were sort of dwarfed
all of a sudden. I remember one day, I saw them
coming down the hall with you in your blanket and I
asked them where they were taking you. They said
they were taking you to get your pencil sharpened.
You were a good baby and no problems for a
time. Things settled down for a few months and the
next thing I knew I was pregnant with Paul. So, by
this time, I was getting the hang of this thing.
Your nickname was "Tom Drooly," because you
always drooled. That name came from my Sister,
your Aunt Angie. It stuck for some time too.
You had a growth on your neck when you were about three
years old that just popped up and they had to take you
into surgery and drain it out, where they got a cup of
vile fluid, that they said they had
never seen anything like it before. You also were
unfortunate to be bitten on about four different
occasions by dogs and had to have the rabies shots which
left you allergic to the rabies vaccine Those were some scary
times.
You were also pretty good in school, and did fine in
the military schools, just as Bill and Les had done, but
you were les than thrilled with Booker T. Washington,
and Robinson High when we got
into civilian life. But, you really enjoyed the
band, also being in the concert band, playing the
drums. By now, the long hair fad was in and the
pictures are something that you still get razzed about
from your children today, right? Your favorite
sport was scuba diving and here is a link on one of the
nicest things you did that everyone is so proud of you
for having done.
Click
here for newspaper article. Then click on
lower right corner.
You were planning on going into the service and at
your physical exam, they found that you had a kidney
problem. You had to undergo many tests, one being
a kidney biopsy which determined that you had Berger's
disease, also known as Glomerolanephritis. You had
to go on dialysis while they evaluated everyone in the
family, with no one matching as a possible donor.
Almost four years later, you were fortunate enough to be
called to the hospital where they had a kidney for you
from a young man not much older than you from Miami and
we were all so very thankful to that family.
You went to work for an insurance company where Paul
was working and that is where you met Elise. She
worked at the same company and you two began
dating. I was so glad that I was able to help in
your wedding planning because we never had a daughter to
do that for. Your wedding was so nice, with so
many family and friends attending. You and Elise
were fortunate enough to have a daughter and son in the
next few years. You always had a decent and kind
side too. You, just like your brothers, would and
do help people out all of the time. We are
certainly proud of you in more ways than you will ever
know.
Right after your wedding, you went to work for a
national investment company and worked your way up to
supervisor of customer service. But, it was a
pressure cooker type of job, where you had more stress
than you needed, you lost your transplanted kidney and
began to have all sorts of health problems. You
had taken good care of that kidney, and it had lasted
for 16 years. When that kidney failed, the
next several years were more than rough, but
everyone who knows you, stands in complete awe of your
strength, tenacity, determination, and will. How
many times have we said that there is always someone
else who is much worse off? You have fooled
the doctors more than a few times, as well as many
others. We feel sure that you will get another
kidney soon, and things will be looking up for all of
the family. You know how much we all love you and
in addition to that, you have all of the admiration and
more that we all have for you. August - 2003
P.S. Update as of
July 16, 2004 - HOORAY!! They came up with an
experimental program where your brother, Paul, was able to
donate a kidney to you. We are all SO thankful for
this miracle. See the story on Ron and Paul's Odyssey
Page.
Love you, Mom and Dad |