In this case it is the happy outcome of Scott Thomas. The news is about his wheelchair. To many, nay, most of us, such matters are trivial as we are mostly in fine health, in want for little and find it difficult to focus on something of this nature. To someone who needs these things, to somebody like Scott, to his family, this is wonderful news. May the good news of Scott keep pouring in.
What a difference this chair makes in his daily living. We are so blessed !
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Some visitors may wonder about the story behind Scott's situation.
Here is a little summary of that and it is but a preface to the horror faced by this fine family. Read more at the link.
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When I answered the phone on the afternoon of Sept. 5th, 2004, I had no idea what I was in for; that phone call changed my life forever. My son Scott was seriously hurt and being transported to the ER. I left my home immediately to join him at the hospital. While en route, when I had almost arrived, I drove up along side my son's wife, who was also headed to the ER - I waved to her to let her know that I would be there with her. The look she gave me was very unsettling - in fact it was eerie. She gave me a very cold stare – as if to say, “What are you doing here?”
Her silence toward me in the ER waiting room only gave me more concern. From then on nothing but bizarre and unnatural behavior has been displayed by my daughter-in law, Liza. Let me tell you the story.
Immediately after Scott’s injury, while he was still in ICU, I wanted to see my newborn grandson (Scott’s first baby) and see if there was anything I could do for my daughter in law. Even though the uneasy feelings were growing inside me, and the unanswered questions were mounting, the baby was still my grandson, and she was still my son’s wife. After 3 days she finally returned my phone calls and told me when she would be home. I arrived at the house before she arrived, and waited in the car. When she arrived, Logan (my grandson) was asleep in the carrier. She set him inside the door on the floor and told me he just went to sleep. Again, she was very cold to me.
And then I saw something that upset me more than I can tell you: Every single picture of my son had been removed. My son was still in ICU, fighting for his life, and his wife…who was acting very strange…had taken down every picture of him from the walls and the ledges where they had always been. As you can imagine, a terrible sick feeling came over me. Why had she done this? Again, it was clear that Liza did not want to talk to me. I left without seeing my grandson awake, and I had a sick feeling that will always be with me.
The story gets worse. Within a matter of days, she was having a man spend the night with her at the house. She is dating another man now as well. In mid-November, when I was visiting Scott, two of the hospital staff took me aside and warned me: “Liza has called Hospice. They have agreed to take him. If you do not get immediate custody of Scott, he will be dead within 7 to 10 days.”
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