Louisiana's Thoughts And Musings (Entry One).

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Louisiana Sandusky's very first blog/journal entry.

Submitted: May 28, 2017

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Submitted: May 28, 2017

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Sunday, Nashville, Tennessee, May 28, 2017~

Dear Journal~

My name is Louisiana Marie Therese Sandusky (nee' Moliere'); I live in Nashville, Tennessee, with my husband, William (Bill), and some of our 70 children who remiain here at home.  Our children range in age from elementary school age all the way to in their thirties, and some of the older ones are giving us grandchildren!  I am a nurse at a large metropolitan hospital here in the Middle Tennessee area, and I usually work in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) or emergency room (ER).  I love it.  My husband, meanwhile, works at Wal*Mart, where he works as a secuirty guard; he works in the back of the store, in an office setting, where he can keep an eye on activities throughout the store, by way of a camera.  If there's any trouble, he and his buddies can take care of things swiftly and efficiently.

Our children are all ages, colors, sizes, shapes, races/ethnic backgrounds, and most are disabled.  Their disabilities range from "invisible" to the obvious, from the mild to the severe; yet none of their disabilities has really defined the children or what they want to do in life.  Most are girls, but we have adopted quite a few boys over the years.  And we can't imagine our lives without any of them; we love our children way too much!  They are our world, our everything.

Some of the children have been through far too much in life, surviving severe illness or injury, abuse, societal difficulties that rendered them into foster care or total removal from their families, only to be adopted by us (Bill and myself), war, poverty, and other issues that would have probably killed a normal person; yet God saw these children and did all He could to protect them as best as He could.  It was rough a lot of the time, but God's shown us just how strong and remarkably resilient these children really are; they've all grown into wonderful young men and women of God and are thriving beautifully.

Some of the children have terminal conditions, but they have beaten the odds.  One of our sons, Johnathon, who will be 26 in about six months, was not supposed to live beyond the age of five: he has a lethal form of muscular dystrophy that has since rendered him in a wheelchair and relying on a ventilator (and a tracheotomy) to breathe; yet he works for a television station in Utah and is married and has a beautiful family of his very own!  And our daughter, Rhiannon, who is nearly 29, or will be later this year, has cystic fibrosis and is dependent on oxygen and ongoing therapies and medications to help her live.  She was not expected to live beyond the age of eight or nine.  She is doing quite well right now; we are praying this continues.

Other children have beaten illnesses like pediatric stroke (Ronee' and Johnathon), meningitis (Johnathon, twice, and Ronee'), sepsis/MRSA (Camille), toxic shock syndrome (Gemini), and pneumonia/bacterial illness, or serious surgeries involving the heart or brain and all came through intact (once they got through the recovery process, that is).  They haven't looked back and fortunately don't remember the incidents, though they have seen pictures of themselves during this time.  Yet they've accepted it as just another one of life's "bumps" and haved moved on.

Besides our own children, we have had an army of foster children come through our family, the latest two just leaving our home last month.  We miss Joseph and Auburn terribly (not their real names), but both are in the process of being adopted into a family here in Tennessee; we all wish them well and pray the boys have a wonderful life full of God's blessings and provision.  Most have been adopted into families; but one of them (Rachel) died as the result of AIDS; she was only two years old and even after all this time, we miss Rachel more than people will ever know.  She was such a sweet little thing, so precious, and so beautiful.

We will probably have more foster children come into the family; and this is part of the reason why our own family has gotten so big over the years.  Some of the children we could not send back: we fell head-over-heels in love with them, and Bill and I insisted that we adopt them, which we did, over time.  And our children that came from other lands are perfectly assimililated as good little (and not-so-little) American citizens who clearly love and respect their country, the flag, and all that it stands for.  And some have even served in the military (Tanya, who served in the United States Marines), or will be (Kwame'; he is going to be enlisting in the United States Air Force upon graduation from high school next year).

Our children came into our lives from all over the United States and Canada, as well as from places like Germany, Finland, The Netherlands, Iran, Sri Lanka, Bosnia-Hergezovina, the Ukraine (Russia), France, Israel, Japan, China, Malaysia, Vietnam, Korea, India, Africa, and Mexico or South America (Guatemala, Nicaragua).  Yet they are ours by adoption and nothing can ever separate the love we have for them (or them for us).

Because I am a nurse, I am well versed in caring for children who have catastrophic disabilities or medical problems, as well as kids who have minor, everyday occurrances (smashed fingers in doors, broken toes, black eyes, bruises, bumps, scraped knees or other body parts, temper tantrums, ear infections, colds/flu, etc.).  Most of what happens doesn't phase me (much), I can deal with what comes and take care of it (or try to, anyway).  I've must have been doing something right because I've managed to have them stay out of the ER or hospital as a patient!  The last hospitalization any of the children had was probably over two years ago!  Nothing but a God-given miracle!

Well, I will run along now: we have to get ready for evening services at church; church is very big and important in our lives.  I will write in here again another day; until then, this is your friend, Louisiana Sandusky, signing off; will write in here again with more stories about our family.  I hope you will enjoy what I will have written in the coming days/weeks/months ahead.  :)  God bless you mightily; He has certainly blessed us a thousand fold; we are incredibly humbled by His goodness to us!  We pray this continues, His will be done!

~Love, your friend in Tennessee, Louie May.  :)


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