Some readers have expressed curiosity about Stacey Joy, the daughter I wrote about in I Was Broken, Too, so here are answers to your FAQs and a few extra tidbits.
Stacey came to us on Flag Day, June 14, 1974, through Holt International.
You could update this facial expression annually. She had a stubborn determination and would not be intimidated by her brothers.
This is one of my favorite pictures, taken at LBI during the period I refer to as the Camelot years. I’m flanked by my daughters Stacey (left) and Bethany (right) with my daughters-in-love Shannon & Amy kneeling in front.
Stacey was everyone’s favorite cheerleader—her oft-spoken words of encouragement were “You go, girl!” She loved fun & laughter and nobody laughed like her—there was no doubt when Stacey was present.
Two years after she married Phil Touw, they had Kaylee, the love of Stacey’s life.
One of the last pictures we have of Stacey shows four generations: me, my mother (“Grandma B”), Stacey, and Kaylee at her three-year birthday party.
The cause of Stacey’s death was an undiagnosed, progressive, and rather newly identified heart disease, Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Dysplasia (ARVD). It is not curable but can be controlled with medication. Johns Hopkins now has a department dedicated to ARVD. Thankfully, Kaylee has been evaluated there twice and received a clean bill of health.