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Elisha Cole Henderson
Welcome to Elisha's page. Elisha began this journey early on in life. He was diagnosed with a rare disease called: WISKOTT ALDRICH SYNDROME when he was 4 months old. When he was 11 months old he had to have a bone marrow transplant. As a result of an unmatched and unrelated donor he developed GRAFT V.HOST DISEASE. This means his new Immune system rejected him. After 5 and a half long years of courageous fighting, Elisha went to be with Jesus. He died February 4, 2006. This page was created to keep friends and family updated on his situation. It now serves as a means to remember him. This page also allows you to send letters to Elisha's family. Journal Wednesday, August 17, 2011 6:45 PM CDT And today I miss him… I always miss him, my sweet little boy who had a heart of gold. It has been Five and a half short years since I last held Elisha Cole. Five and a half years since his heart stopped beating & my heart was shattered, forever changed by the thief called death. It’s been even longer since I have seen his brown eyes and heard his precious little voice. Life with Elisha was an experience of a lifetime. An experience that I desperately wish had not ended so soon. Life with him brought joy, laughter, peace, and a love that was so amazing. It was a love that spread out like a beautiful rainbow in the sky, touching everything and everyone in its path. Life without him has been agonizing; an experience I wish would have passed me by somehow leaving me without the abyss of sorrow and bitterness that has been so intrusive. Grief is the beast that devours, relentlessly, any joy that I had in my heart because of Elisha. It battles to steal my soul from me and at times I think it may be winning. When I became pregnant with Elisha, I was in my early twenties and my life at the time was a life of uncertainty and a maze that I thought I would never find my way out of. Reflecting back, I see myself as a little girl frantically seeking for someone to guide her and to help her make her way in this world, grasping at anything or anyone who would give her a moment’s thought. It was also a time where I inevitably made a landslide of bad decisions because really all I knew how to do was make bad decisions. Examples of others who knew how to make good decisions were scarce while I was growing up. Each decision I made kept me trapped on path of destruction and for all I knew that was just how life was for everyone. I truly did not ever realize that my path could be paved any differently or I had somehow been fooled into the belief that all there was to life was pain and that would be the only reality that I would ever know. With all the uncertainty, doubts, fear and pain that color me, I at least know that one time in this life, I had a clarity I had never known before and that clarity began the day that Elisha Cole’s heart began beating and ended the day it stopped. Hospital Information:
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E-mail Author: zoehappyheart@hotmail.com |
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