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Thursday, December 8, 2011

From a friend.


"How do you think Christy and I feel? How do you think we cope when this happens to us?"

by Cecilia Naughton-Perez on Monday, November 21, 2011 at 10:33pm


Last night was the first time in a long time I couldn't sleep...usually when my head hits the pillow I'm done...I spent the next three hours thinking about this wonderful woman, why her story caught my attention and captivated me. Agnes is her name. I remember thinking what a beautiful name, sounds like she was full of goodness, saint-like. Agnes means pure and holy. I didn't know her at all, only through my friend Christine's beautiful heartfelt posting, and blog. Christine asked us to pray for her dear friend who was fighting for her life.

You see it was just three weeks ago that Agnes was diagnosed with lung cancer. As her situation unfolded and certain medical issues arose, I didn't understand some terms so I asked my daughter, Christy, who is more knowledgeable about medical jargon to join in to read about her and soon after, Cerita, other daughter, started to follow her blog too. So all three of us were following her blog and her day to day fight and struggles.

Her story truly tugged at our heartstrings. Although we did not know Agnes, we learned that she has so much dedication to God, to her family and her friends. She is the kind of person who is truly beautiful inside and out. She is a very special person who poured her life and love into all the people she loved and a light to all the people that she met. Our heartfelt condolences to her three beautiful young daughters, husband, family, friends, and to her dear friend, Christine.

I was so saddened, so touched to read about Agnes passing this morning. Years ago, I always wondered how doctors cope when they have so many patients sick and die while in their care. How do they handle life upon seeing patients fighting for their life, all the procedures they have to perform and all the machines and life support that they see their patients hooked up to survive. I will never see or understand what happens behind the scenes in the hospital the way the doctors see them.

A couple hours before Agnes passed. I read in the blog that her oxygen was low, and her family was rushing to be with her, so I sat down near my son-in-law, Cisco, with a heavy heart and asked him "Cisco, tell me the meaning of all this what is happening to her?" I listened to Cisco describe to me all that was happening, and painted a picture for me what they do to patients, what they see, and what they say to terminally ill patients and their families. As I looked into my son-in-laws eyes, he said, "Mom Cecile, you read all about her in a blog, you don't know her personally, so don't be so hard on yourself, then he went on to say, "How do you think Christy and I cope with this kind of situation that happens almost everyday. We see critically ill patients, take care of them, get to know them for a day, for a week, month or so, get to know their families and sometimes they die. How do you think Christy and I feel? How do you think we cope when this happens to us?"

How do doctors cope? Now I understand why Agnes came into my life, for me to experience to care about someone I didn't know and to feel the pain of losing them even for the short time I was able to peek through a window into her life. Just the way Christy and Cisco experience them. As I listened to Cisco answer my question, I realized I will never fully understand what goes on behind the scenes in the hospital room, ER or OR and how it may have affected both of them. I now have a better understanding that some days will be more difficult and there will be some days they will come home with a heavy heart and full of sadness, but I know they will always put a happy face on and cope the best way they know how, by running or walking as soon as they come home or just by being quiet not saying a word. And yes, now that I think back, there were days when its much more unbearable that they both talked and shared about their day while tears formed in their eyes.

After talking to Cisco I felt so much admiration and respect for both of these young doctors-to-be. I've always believed that God put us here on earth to touch, to learn, make a difference and impact each other and create a ripple effect here on earth. I didnt know Agnes but she came in my life to enlighten me, I've learn from here on to be more understanding, to have more patience, be aware, conscious and sensitive, to my children, when they come home from a long day and night from the hospital. For me to be on another level of mothering, to learn to have the heart of a "Doctor's Mother."

~Cecilia Naughton-Perez

Thank you for sharing. (:

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

47 Beautiful Years...by Desiree

Heartbroken. Still struggling to find the beauty amidst the pain. It is going to be very difficult creating memories without you, Mom. The holidays are near; I couldn’t feel any more colder than I do now. I can’t even fathom. A month ago was her 47th birthday and she still held that beautiful smile. Only 3 weeks ago, we thought you only had allergies…only to find out that it was Stage IV Lung Cancer. Heaven was God’s only cure. He holds you now. You are healed. You achieved your dreams, except in a matter that is so much greater than what your earthly dreams were. You’re finally holding your son. You’re rejoicing.
God, please give the people who are grieving peace of mind and heart. This loss is so much greater than our own understanding. I still don’t understand why, but I don’t want to drain myself figuring out what I won’t have answered until I get to Heaven. My unanswered questions and unsaid words will have to be put to rest; It is over. She is home.


The support of our family and friends is overwhelming, yet beautifully amazing. The late nights with 30+ people sleeping in the waiting room just to see my mom, the people who traveled from different cities and countries just to support, the blogs and messages sent daily to encourage us. I couldn’t be any more thankful. God is amazing, and I will not cease to believe that miracles are still happening because my mom held a faith so strong. Mom, you are inspiration.


She had a heart for the younger generation - for people our age. She had a passion to help, encourage, mediate, and listen to us. She laughed with us, and weeped with us. She got disappointed in us when we would stray, but also welcomed us with open arms when we would decide to run back. I have never met a mother so passionate about reaching out to those who felt misunderstood, hurt, and lonely. I continue to stand in awe as I see how patient you were with us. You gave us your all, wholeheartedly, and I could not ask for anything more.


Mom, this is not easy. I don’t want to be bitter this time around. Throughout all we have been through - losing my brother, losing my good friends, losing my grandfathers, losing our home - I feel like this just came as a slap in my face. But as I begin to feel selfishly hurt, I know that I can’t handle my grief the way I have always done. I will do something to fulfill your dreams. I will do something to live the legacy you’ve passed on. Mom, thank you so much for leaving behind your box of journals filled with your bible verses, words of wisdom, and the experience you went through as you faced your daily struggles. Your gifts are worth more than gold.


The end of this year will be hard, but I will keep my hope and faith in Him alive.


You are home now. Be free.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

FB Post by her daughter

I love what Desiree posted on her Mom's FB wall, I just have to share it here. Words of a young woman growing up.


Some of you might not know this. Agnes carried a child to term after finding out it was a boy (the only boy) and had a rare Brittle Bone Disease. I remember her phone call that day. We were both to tears. It was heartbreaking. The doctors said, as Desiree mentioned, the baby will not survive. "Termination" was the option they offered. (When I was pregnant with my Diego and found out he would be a Down Syndrome baby, they asked if I would like to terminate it, and they asked nonchalantly. Absolutely NOT! This life isn't ours to terminate.) Who are we to terminate innocent lives?


EVAN lived nine beautiful days. Much longer than what the doctors anticipated. He would've been 8 years old this year.

So if anyone knows about immense pain and heartaches, Agnes does. 
If anyone knows about God's mercy and undying LOVE, she does. 
If anyone knows about HOPE, she does. 
If anyone knows about prayers being answered, she does.
If anyone knows about staying strong and solely relying on God's strength, she does.
If anyone knows God's Word is True, she does. 
And NO ONE can take that away from her.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." ~Jeremiah 29:11
"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord." And My ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.” ~Isaiah 55:8

Dennis, Dez, Liana, Sammi, be strong! Praying for you always.