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A Tribute to Jim
My Friend, Jim Miles
My husband met Jim Miles when he transferred
to Oconomowoc High School. It was a friendship formed around playing
football together. This friendship continued as Mike and Jim went to the
same college, joined the same fraternity, and ended up living in the same
town after college. In fact, they ended up living four houses away from each
I met Jim my first week of college. Jim was a
year ahead of me, and he was at school during freshman week because football
players came back early. Jim has always been a “people person.” There he
was, organizing a party so the freshmen girls could meet the upper-class
guys! How strange that I met Jim before I met my husband!
Jim married Pam, Mike married Barb, and it
would be nice if we could say we all lived happily ever after.
Unfortunately, that is not the case.
Over the years, the Miles couple and the
McGuire couple spent many nights playing cards, having fun, and trusting in
each others’ friendships. Six children were added, and the kiddies also
became fast friends. Spring migrations to Florida were planned the same
week, so we could join each other while soaking up the sun.
There were times we moved in other circles,
but we always kept in touch and made sure we would spend that treasured time
together. It was a ritual that we would always spend Christmas Eve together.
Jim and Pam allowed us the honor of being Godparents to their daughter,
Tricia. Initially it started with us just dropping off a gift for her on
Christmas Eve, but as the years went on, the visits ended up being for the
whole evening following the church service. We said we would continue this
forever. Another fallacious statement!
Here is when my tribute becomes painful.
Enter CJD, a horrible, incurable disease. I wish I could end it here. I have
vowed to write this message to help others facing this wretched disease.
Thus, I will continue.
I ran into Jim as he was going into the
doctor’s office in late summer of ‘98. He had been stung by a bee. His hand
was swollen up to the size of a football. Other than that, he looked
wonderful. I will always remember our chat. It's the last time I saw him
Shortly thereafter, CJD suddenly wormed it's
way into this wonderful man's body. The first signs were when Jim was having
trouble completing a round of golf. He loved that game with a passion. It
seemed strange to Pam that he didn't want to play 18 holes. Then one night
Jim asked Pam if he sounded funny. She hadn't really noticed it until then,
but Jim had. He remarked he was having trouble hearing clearly. Shortly
after that, Jim had trouble when he was playing cards with friends. Pam took
him to the emergency room. Diagnosis: drunk! On one beer? It wasn't long
until Pam took Jim to another hospital. He was having trouble grasping the
correct word he wanted to say, and his slurred speech became more obvious.
He went through numerous tests, and he was sent home. Diagnosis: Probable
virus which would run its course. Such relief was felt when they were told
everything really bad had been ruled out. (Yeah, right!) It was during this
hospital stay when a tiny twitching of one of Jim's fingers began.
Jim and Pam came home from the hospital. The
twitching became more apparent and involved, and the family doctor suggested
Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Pam, Jim, and Tricia headed up while the three
other Miles children held down the fort in Oconomowoc. They made several
trips to Mayo, and finally it was suggested Jim “might” have CJD, a disease
which affects one in one million. (I am beginning to question these
numbers.) However, the tests of the spinal fluid and brain activity did not
correlate with CJD.
It was at this time that my cousin hooked me
up with CJD Voice after he did an Internet search on CJD. I met Dolly who
spent hours talking to me and sharing information Pam needed to have. Still,
I could not believe Jim had this. I had read so much on personality changes,
and Jim was still the same sweet, calm, loving Jim.
Mike started going over to visit Jim a few
days a week. Jim had tried to continue to work, but it was impossible. Mike
had some wonderful visits with him. Christmas was coming, and Mike had been
there a few days before the wonderful holiday we always enjoyed sharing.
Christmas Eve was a shock for us. In just a few days, Jim had lost the
ability to speak. His tremors were uncontrollable, and he had no appetite.
He giggled when we walked in and smiled almost nonstop while we were there.
The only thing he could say was, “I will fight.” It took him a long time to
get this out, but he wanted us to know he wasn't giving in to this disease.
The day after Christmas Jim went to the hospital. He wasn't able to eat, and
he could no longer walk. He remained in the hospital for about two weeks. By
the end of this stay, he was oblivious to everything. The hospital said they
could do nothing more for him. They didn't know what he had, but they didn't
take any precautions. It was Dolly to the rescue again. She faxed
information to a mutual friend who shared it with the doctors, staff, and
funeral directors. It was time for Pam to find another place for Jim. She
firmly stated he would not go to a hospice. He would go home. Jim was home
for three days, and then he left this world for a better place.
As difficult as it was, Pam allowed an
autopsy for medical purposes. Jim was the kind of person who would have
wanted others to gain something from his misfortune. Jim's funeral was
probably the largest one this town has ever seen. It took hours for all the
mourners to pass through at the visitation.
Jim's nickname was Smiley. It suited him
well. I close my eyes and try to picture him as he was during our
thirty-eight year friendship. I will always remember his kindness, his
compassion, and his zest for life. I will also always remember him going
through the stages of the cruelest of all diseases. He leaves behind a
beautiful wife, four lovely children, a loving mom, two siblings and
hundreds of friends who miss him so.