Here is one anonymous comment (minus the curse words).
“Why didn’t you drive the (omit word) kid to the (omit word) ER? He was (omit word) dying and your sitting around praying and singing Kum By Yah. You are a stupid (omit word, omit word) (insert synonym) girl. You are a unfit mother and his death was (omit word) senseless.”
Dear Anonymous Commenter who left the above comment,
I’d like to respond first to the “unfit” portion of this comment. By law I could be considered unfit if I have been abusive, if I am addicted to drugs, if I have a mental disturbance, if I fail to visit the child, if I fail to provide support in any way, if I am incarcerated or if I have failed to provide proper care for my child. None of the above applies to me. I’ve properly cared for children for over 20 years. I’ve been thrown up on, peed on, drooled on, sneezed on more times than I can remember. The night Brandon was throwing up I slept with him for at least 6 hours because he felt safe with me there. I wiped throw up off of his face, out of his ears, and cleaned anything that his throw up landed on. I washed his pajamas and bedding. I brought him clear liquids and saltine crackers. I scratched his back and stroked his hair because he loved it when I did that. It helped him fall asleep. I turned on his Russian Pixar Animated movies to try to cheer him up. I did all of this things to care for my son, because I love him deeply.
Next, why didn’t I take him to the ER? I think this is a valid question. Brandon’s only symptoms were vomiting, stomach ache and head ache. Any mother in the middle of winter would assume their child had the flu, especially if their child specifically said “I'm sick. I have the flu.” Brandon had no fever. His vomiting was not even frequent or violent (with the exception of his final projectile just before his death). He only threw up maybe 7 times in over 20 hours. He never told us he fell or was injured. He wasn’t doubled over in pain. I felt the right side of his abdomen and he allowed me to do so without ever saying “ouch” or “that hurts.” So as far as rushing a child with the flu to the ER, I’ve been there and done that before. Each time the doctors run thousands of dollars in tests simply to send us home with a diagnosis of “something viral” and the instructions to fill the child with clear liquids until the vomiting ceases. Another reason is Brandon was fearful of doctors. He had some pretty scary situations in Ukraine where he felt harmed by doctors. I tried not to take him to doctors any more than was absolutely necessary. Also, I will go out on a limb and say that the ER doctors and staff would appreciate it if the 5 million people affected monthly with the common flu would kindly stay home. They prefer to leave room in the ER for those individuals who are critically sick or injured.
Third, I did not sing, but I definitely prayed. I prayed that God would comfort my son and help him to sleep. When he was lying unconscious and I was awaiting the paramedics to arrive I prayed for healing. God chose to heal my son in a way you probably don’t understand. The Bible describes the death of a believer as “overcoming the world.” My son, right now is forever healed of any sickness or injury. He is very much alive! I would love for you, Anonymous Commenter, to experience salvation in Christ. May your eyes be opened to the Truth of the Cross! To you his death is senseless, but to those of us in Christ we know that both Brandon’s life and death had a purpose in God’s eternal story.
I’m must confess that this comment initially hurt me to my very core at a very vulnerable time in my life. I'm sure any grieving mother would understand how a note such as this could hurt so bad I felt paralyzed for many moments after reading it. However, it has taught me how to love as Christ loved. I gained a deeper understanding and perspective of death outside of Christ. The Bible says if the only hope we have is in this life here on earth, we humans are “most miserable” (I Cor. 15:19). I am SO thankful to God that Brandon’s life didn’t end when we put him in the ground. I’m thankful for the hope of living eternally with my son and my Creator God. I’m going to continue blogging, by the way. And I’m going to continue praying for you, Anonymous Commenter, until I die or I receive word from you in my comments that you have placed your faith in Christ.