Although I don't know Ms. McCoin personally, I do enjoy her sprited participation here on RoaneViews. Her father has been ill, and has passed away. Please remember the family in your prayers.
Submitted by swanpondresident on July 6, 2012 - 7:30am.
My Father was diagnosed with leukemia over 15 years ago. The Leukemia was created by extensive exposure to benzene (jet fuel). Jet fuel was used at very high concentrations and as an Air Force dependent, we grew to like the smell of jet fuel as it was an association of 'being home.'
My Father used to come home and his uniform was heavily scented in the aroma of jet fuel, an aroma which could be washed out yet would be replaced the next day at work.
Over Dad's 15 year illness in which the physicians at Mayo Clinic stated he would have 3 to 5 years to live, Dad outlived all expectations. Even up to last Wednesday a mere 24 hours prior to his passing, Daddy was asking his physicians (with that engineering mindset) if there were any possible remedies which might have been overlooked despite his decision to remove himself from all care and into on hospice (at the hospital) a mere two days prior.
My Dad was the ultimate gentleman and took the time to thank each an every medical personnel whom cared for him, including making sure he met with each of his six physicians to personally thank them for, in his words, "saving my life so many times over the past several years." Physicians, nurses, and Fort Sanders staff would leave the room in tears as all who new him loved him.
Dad taught at South Harriman High School back in the early 50's, coached the girls' basketball team at South Harriman, and was an avid sports fan of the UT Volunteers as well as the Braves. Maybe each team will have a good year in the near future.
As sick as my Daddy was at the end, his true personality was exposed when my Sister asked, "Daddy, how do you feel today?" Dad's response, "with my fingers, how do you feel?"
Dad has earned the honors to be buried at Arlington Cemetery which will occur sometime in the future; anywhere from a few months to weeks. There, at Arlington, he will have a fly-over (Air Force), and be buried with full honors. I am so proud of my Dad and so proud he has gifted me life and so much of his personality.
Thank you for thinking of us at this time. It is hard to believe yet the pain of loss is already directing into fond memories; a blessing of the human spirit.
It was sad to hear about your dad, Sarah. I know what it's like to lose a loved one. Prayers and time heal the pain. And I know your spirit will keep you going. It was great to see you at the park this past Wednesday. Oh, and I apologize for distracting your husband with political talk. I know you were on your way, in search of food.
My Father was diagnosed with leukemia over 15 years ago. The Leukemia was created by extensive exposure to benzene (jet fuel). Jet fuel was used at very high concentrations and as an Air Force dependent, we grew to like the smell of jet fuel as it was an association of 'being home.'
My Father used to come home and his uniform was heavily scented in the aroma of jet fuel, an aroma which could be washed out yet would be replaced the next day at work.
Over Dad's 15 year illness in which the physicians at Mayo Clinic stated he would have 3 to 5 years to live, Dad outlived all expectations. Even up to last Wednesday a mere 24 hours prior to his passing, Daddy was asking his physicians (with that engineering mindset) if there were any possible remedies which might have been overlooked despite his decision to remove himself from all care and into on hospice (at the hospital) a mere two days prior.
My Dad was the ultimate gentleman and took the time to thank each an every medical personnel whom cared for him, including making sure he met with each of his six physicians to personally thank them for, in his words, "saving my life so many times over the past several years." Physicians, nurses, and Fort Sanders staff would leave the room in tears as all who new him loved him.
Dad taught at South Harriman High School back in the early 50's, coached the girls' basketball team at South Harriman, and was an avid sports fan of the UT Volunteers as well as the Braves. Maybe each team will have a good year in the near future.
As sick as my Daddy was at the end, his true personality was exposed when my Sister asked, "Daddy, how do you feel today?" Dad's response, "with my fingers, how do you feel?"
Dad has earned the honors to be buried at Arlington Cemetery which will occur sometime in the future; anywhere from a few months to weeks. There, at Arlington, he will have a fly-over (Air Force), and be buried with full honors. I am so proud of my Dad and so proud he has gifted me life and so much of his personality.
Thank you for thinking of us at this time. It is hard to believe yet the pain of loss is already directing into fond memories; a blessing of the human spirit.
-Sarah
It was sad to hear about your dad, Sarah. I know what it's like to lose a loved one. Prayers and time heal the pain. And I know your spirit will keep you going. It was great to see you at the park this past Wednesday. Oh, and I apologize for distracting your husband with political talk. I know you were on your way, in search of food.
Prayers to you, gal.
What a good and great person to have had in your life.