Post by steffipoo on Feb 28, 2007 12:34:55 GMT -5
HI... I wrote a sing songy poem laqst night for my bro kinda therapeutic to write for me... Now I am not sure if i told u but my bro died from an enlarged heart the drugs except for zoloft never made it to his heart blood . So the coroner said it was an enlarged heart and we oughtta all go get checked out. My aunt died at 41 of the same thing we were naive then and thought it was cause she was highly overweight. So the coroner said that was it and the drugs he took just helped him to just keep sleeping rather than collapsing suddenly and dying instantly like my aunt did.Its called familial dilated cardiomyopathy. Went last week to get checked and yes the echo and showed define enlargement in my heart. this girl hasta go see Jeffs cardiomyopathy doc next week to find the course of action . So glad I found this out. man oh man For some odd reason I felt a HUGE relief and burden off my mind kinda like I was just glad he didn't do this to himself. here's my poem like I said kinda sing songy but hey it comes from this sing songy heart
Some folks succumb to diseases
Like cancer,ms, or scirrosis
Others are taken more slowly
Like the slipping away from psychosis
Some fall asleep and never wake up
The term used is 'natural causes'
car crashes steal some so quickly
that they leave with their head wrapped in gauzes
There are souls who see no hope
And take their own lives away
Some for whom no hope is offered
Kill all those who stand in their way
But not my little brother Chris
He was generous, loyal and smart
The reason he had to leave us
was the so great-big size of his heart
I am so sick of all things ironic
I hear myself tearfully say
For the thing that had made him so special
Is the same thing that took him away
If I could ask God just one question
The question would be this...
You've got all the good ones already
So why'd you hafta take Chris?
Some folks succumb to diseases
Like cancer,ms, or scirrosis
Others are taken more slowly
Like the slipping away from psychosis
Some fall asleep and never wake up
The term used is 'natural causes'
car crashes steal some so quickly
that they leave with their head wrapped in gauzes
There are souls who see no hope
And take their own lives away
Some for whom no hope is offered
Kill all those who stand in their way
But not my little brother Chris
He was generous, loyal and smart
The reason he had to leave us
was the so great-big size of his heart
I am so sick of all things ironic
I hear myself tearfully say
For the thing that had made him so special
Is the same thing that took him away
If I could ask God just one question
The question would be this...
You've got all the good ones already
So why'd you hafta take Chris?