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

Sunday, June 14, 2009 7:19 PM CDT

RATED (ID) Intense & depressing.

I watched intently as the pieces fell. At first they fell like the soft sprinkles before a chaotic downpour. It was as if I were watching a movie in slow motion. After time the pieces that fell became bigger and heavier and the sound of their crash was deafening. The first layer of pieces that had been chipped a way had taken time but then the next layer to come would fall much faster and harder like a semi had driven wildly out of control and slammed with an extraordinary impact into a building that had been made of glass. My thoughts were seemingly puzzled as if they had been infected with some mind altering illness. I felt like every breath I took would be the last and was surprised that I could even breathe at all. I could not make any sense out of what was going on around me and at that point I had become numb to the pain that would continue to pursue me relentlessly or so I had convinced myself. Thoughts of clarity would flood my mind periodically but their visit would not last long. My friends and loved ones desperately tried to reach out to me but much of the time I could not recognize them and the prison that my mind was in would not allow me to acknowledge them. Had the memories of them been allowed in I surely would have been lost forever. The loss of him… the loss of my most precious gift ever had fragmented my already broken heart into emotional and spiritual oblivion. The only thing I knew for certain was that if ever someone could live in a hell on earth that someone was me. A choir of voices with certainty would sing loudly to my spirit that healing would never come. On other occasions I could hear the single optimistic voice say that indeed healing would come. I believed both stances and was unsure as to which one was definitive if either.

Although, it has been almost 4 years I still feel the same way as did in 2006. Before I lost my job I felt as though I was doing well in my grieving process. Now I feel like it took me loosing my job to cause me to realize that I have not moved very far at all in that process. Or perhaps I just have too much time on my hands and to many long hours to reflect and obsess about my loss. I feel like much of what I think and feel now is distorted and that time has not been much of a friend to me at all.

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Hospital Information:

Patient Room: HEAVEN

GOD'S PLACE
777 HEAVEN

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E-mail Author: zoehappyheart@hotmail.com

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