Monday, April 21, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
A Tiger Poem for Brian, by Trujillo Amy, brother-in-law
Brian
A sunny day in his youth,
a tiger was locked in a
cage.
He kept pacing about with
determination
looking for a way out;
even though there was
none.
There is something unique
about the heart of a
champion:
A quiet strength, a
resolve,
a state of mind;
something about his
approach to everything;
doing the right thing.
Winning is the only
option.
Brian is that tiger.
Brian is that champion.
His determined pace.
His heart.
His approach to
everything.
He is a champion.
He is a tiger.
Cancer caged his body,
but it never conquered his
soul.
Brian's spirit is not
locked up.
He is free forever.
A tiger.
A champion.
A warrior.
A missionary.
Cheering us on.
Brian will enjoy a sunny
day in his youth forever.
Love,
Trujillo
Thursday, January 23, 2014
A Message from Randy and Jane
We would like to thank so many people for all of their financial support and prayers. Some of our well-meaning family and friends have put on the internet requests for funds to help us with money to help pay for Brian's many medical bills. We have not authorized any Facebook fundraiser. The "Brawl For Brian", on January 30th, will be the final fundraiser. We, as Brian's mother and father, feel that Southern Utahns have been reaching into their pockets long enough for us. Thank you for everything you all have done for us. You have helped us immensely, and we have been blessed. We hope in the future to establish a scholarship fund for deserving athletes in Brian's behalf.
In the meantime, thanks for being such special friends to us and to Brian. We love you.
Randy and Jane Scott
In the meantime, thanks for being such special friends to us and to Brian. We love you.
Randy and Jane Scott
A Few Final Thoughts
I couldn't even post the funeral here a week ago. It was more than I could do. I tried, and just walked away.
Losing Brian was tough. Oh, how we miss him! But how thankful we are to know that he is released from all he had to endure, and is in a much happier state. I have to say, it was a learning experience. I learned how kind and wonderful so many, many people are. I learned how much stronger Brian was in character than I ever knew before, seeing him endure so much. He did some funny stuff from time to time, that lightened the moments. He liked to tease and would fake a startle to the nurses from time to time when they stuck a thermometer in his ear, or things like that. Sometimes he grew impatient, because he wasn't one who liked to wait around. After one round of chemo in Salt Lake, Brian was tired of waiting for all the paperwork and this and that before they would let us go home. I was waiting at the nurses desk and finally Brian said he was going... and he walked out! The nurses' eyes popped out and jaws dropped. "Where is he going?" "He's gone...to the car. No point in stopping him." Later, while waiting in line at the hospital pharmacy, I got a call from Brian. "Moma, what level did you park the car on?"
In Denver, the CT scan transport and Pre-OP people showed up at his door both wanting to take him at the same time. I really wanted him to get the CT first. We talked, and they talked and I thought and time was wasting. Brian popped out of bed, grabbed his IV pole and walked to the service elevator and proceeded to walk to CT. I quickly followed and so did transport. Don't you want a wheelchair? No. He walked all the way to CT. His nurse waited with me outside the door. Then, when that was done, he walked to Pre-OP. The nurse there was so flustered, she didn't know what to do. He was still in his t-shirt and gym shorts! When the CT results arrived to the Pre-OP confirming he needed to have the right lobe of his lung removed, I got emotional. He stayed calm, assuring me that it would be all right. And he went through it, patiently, making friends with the surgical team along the way.
When we got back to St. George, he was not in the best shape. In time he actually got better for a while, and even got to do a little walking in the halls again. He insisted on taking the IV pole in one hand and dragging the oxygen tank in the other, himself. The day he finally got to go home, tired of waiting on paperwork and whatever, he did it again. He walked out of the hospital...all the way, clear out across the parking lot to the truck. He insisted. It wouldn't be so unusual, if he hadn't been in such bad shape. What a joy it was when we got home to see him poking around the kitchen looking for food. Like the old days. One day he put his arm around my shoulders and had me walk with him into the kitchen...just to check the cupboard and the fridge! Sweet memories.
This has been a long, hard journey, mostly for Brian, but I was blessed to make it with him and even though there were tough times, I am thankful I could spend it with him. Coming home to St. George was the most amazing experience. The love coming from so many friends and family was just amazing. We were so glad to be home. Our family shared an experience that we will never forget. I thought we were close, but now we are that much closer.
The support after his passing was so comforting. We were and continue to be deeply touched by the many people who offered their support and condolences, prayers and love. What an experience it has been! Thank you so very, very much! You held me up through some very hard days. We will be together with Brian again, and we know that he is doing well now.
Losing Brian was tough. Oh, how we miss him! But how thankful we are to know that he is released from all he had to endure, and is in a much happier state. I have to say, it was a learning experience. I learned how kind and wonderful so many, many people are. I learned how much stronger Brian was in character than I ever knew before, seeing him endure so much. He did some funny stuff from time to time, that lightened the moments. He liked to tease and would fake a startle to the nurses from time to time when they stuck a thermometer in his ear, or things like that. Sometimes he grew impatient, because he wasn't one who liked to wait around. After one round of chemo in Salt Lake, Brian was tired of waiting for all the paperwork and this and that before they would let us go home. I was waiting at the nurses desk and finally Brian said he was going... and he walked out! The nurses' eyes popped out and jaws dropped. "Where is he going?" "He's gone...to the car. No point in stopping him." Later, while waiting in line at the hospital pharmacy, I got a call from Brian. "Moma, what level did you park the car on?"
In Denver, the CT scan transport and Pre-OP people showed up at his door both wanting to take him at the same time. I really wanted him to get the CT first. We talked, and they talked and I thought and time was wasting. Brian popped out of bed, grabbed his IV pole and walked to the service elevator and proceeded to walk to CT. I quickly followed and so did transport. Don't you want a wheelchair? No. He walked all the way to CT. His nurse waited with me outside the door. Then, when that was done, he walked to Pre-OP. The nurse there was so flustered, she didn't know what to do. He was still in his t-shirt and gym shorts! When the CT results arrived to the Pre-OP confirming he needed to have the right lobe of his lung removed, I got emotional. He stayed calm, assuring me that it would be all right. And he went through it, patiently, making friends with the surgical team along the way.
When we got back to St. George, he was not in the best shape. In time he actually got better for a while, and even got to do a little walking in the halls again. He insisted on taking the IV pole in one hand and dragging the oxygen tank in the other, himself. The day he finally got to go home, tired of waiting on paperwork and whatever, he did it again. He walked out of the hospital...all the way, clear out across the parking lot to the truck. He insisted. It wouldn't be so unusual, if he hadn't been in such bad shape. What a joy it was when we got home to see him poking around the kitchen looking for food. Like the old days. One day he put his arm around my shoulders and had me walk with him into the kitchen...just to check the cupboard and the fridge! Sweet memories.
This has been a long, hard journey, mostly for Brian, but I was blessed to make it with him and even though there were tough times, I am thankful I could spend it with him. Coming home to St. George was the most amazing experience. The love coming from so many friends and family was just amazing. We were so glad to be home. Our family shared an experience that we will never forget. I thought we were close, but now we are that much closer.
The support after his passing was so comforting. We were and continue to be deeply touched by the many people who offered their support and condolences, prayers and love. What an experience it has been! Thank you so very, very much! You held me up through some very hard days. We will be together with Brian again, and we know that he is doing well now.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Blood Drive Response Was Wonderful
Just want to say thank you to you wonderful, faithful friends and supporters for coming through for the blood drive yesterday. Randy tried to warn the Red Cross that you were coming, but they had no idea how much love and outpouring would be forthcoming. We are overwhelmed by your generous gifts of life (blood donations) given in Brian's behalf! We love you guys. What a great community we live in. Thank you for your continued prayers after so many, many months. You are the best.♥
Friday, January 10, 2014
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