November 24, 2023 Coats Museum News
Today’s column is one that I wrote for August 1, 2011, and I hope you will forgive me for having to revisit one of my over 728 columns published by the Adams Family at the Daily Record.
I share the following status of my health with my readers because in a way you seem like extended family. Just prior to H.L.’s heart attack, I had hit my shoulder on my car door and my arm began to bleed. With H.L. in the hospital, I just kept a band aid and tended to H.L. and the home front. I was not really proactive and should have pushed for an appointment to a dermatologist.
As time passed the wound would not heal and began to grow. After H.L. died, I wrapped up his final paperwork and the weeks flew by. My closest friends and family had no idea something did not look good on my shoulder. Besides Bryan and Lenee and their families loved H.L. unconditionally and did not deserve another sick parent and I definitely did not want a pity party.
As time passed, Lenee and Bryan and those I worked with closest at the museum knew and kept my head level and my secret a secret. Following a biopsy it disclosed that I had very aggressive melanoma that had spread throughout my body but not in my brain. After surgery, I--not my children--had to make the decision of what I wanted the doctors to do. My first thought after nights of not sleeping was to let nature takes its course and not go through the possible torture of the side effects of immunotherapy infusions at Duke.
H.L and I always have had a project each year of our marriage. Covid had somewhat altered the time line of the completions of the last ones. I pondered why not finish those home projects for him and that meant living even if I would likely not see his big one away from home completed and that was to find a way for visitors at the Coats Museums be able to walk from the Heritage Museum and Exhibit Hall to the Cotton Museum without getting rained upon or confronted with either cold or hot temperatures.
Out of the past several former students of ours have come on board financially and hands on and are doing an amazing job of seeking a way to do what H.L and Mack Hudson so badly wanted at the museum.
Hence this past week I have had two rescue rides to urgent care, emergency room and ICU with blood transfusions. Hence you can say writing the column was not my main priority.
I hope our current readers enjoy their trip into early Coats history and thank you--the staff at the record for allowing our museum grow in recognition throughout the state.
I hope you have marked your calendar for the big party on December 2 from 2-4 at the museum. The H.L. Sorrell, Jr. family is sponsoring the party in appreciation for all the wonderful support given to the museum under his leadership. Besides, you know you want to meet our two children and grandchildren whom H.L. adored.
Today’s column is one that I wrote for August 1, 2011, and I hope you will forgive me for having to revisit one of my over 728 columns published by the Adams Family at the Daily Record.
I share the following status of my health with my readers because in a way you seem like extended family. Just prior to H.L.’s heart attack, I had hit my shoulder on my car door and my arm began to bleed. With H.L. in the hospital, I just kept a band aid and tended to H.L. and the home front. I was not really proactive and should have pushed for an appointment to a dermatologist.
As time passed the wound would not heal and began to grow. After H.L. died, I wrapped up his final paperwork and the weeks flew by. My closest friends and family had no idea something did not look good on my shoulder. Besides Bryan and Lenee and their families loved H.L. unconditionally and did not deserve another sick parent and I definitely did not want a pity party.
As time passed, Lenee and Bryan and those I worked with closest at the museum knew and kept my head level and my secret a secret. Following a biopsy it disclosed that I had very aggressive melanoma that had spread throughout my body but not in my brain. After surgery, I--not my children--had to make the decision of what I wanted the doctors to do. My first thought after nights of not sleeping was to let nature takes its course and not go through the possible torture of the side effects of immunotherapy infusions at Duke.
H.L and I always have had a project each year of our marriage. Covid had somewhat altered the time line of the completions of the last ones. I pondered why not finish those home projects for him and that meant living even if I would likely not see his big one away from home completed and that was to find a way for visitors at the Coats Museums be able to walk from the Heritage Museum and Exhibit Hall to the Cotton Museum without getting rained upon or confronted with either cold or hot temperatures.
Out of the past several former students of ours have come on board financially and hands on and are doing an amazing job of seeking a way to do what H.L and Mack Hudson so badly wanted at the museum.
Hence this past week I have had two rescue rides to urgent care, emergency room and ICU with blood transfusions. Hence you can say writing the column was not my main priority.
I hope our current readers enjoy their trip into early Coats history and thank you--the staff at the record for allowing our museum grow in recognition throughout the state.
I hope you have marked your calendar for the big party on December 2 from 2-4 at the museum. The H.L. Sorrell, Jr. family is sponsoring the party in appreciation for all the wonderful support given to the museum under his leadership. Besides, you know you want to meet our two children and grandchildren whom H.L. adored.