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Memorial Service edited

This version of Melinda’s memorial service at Grace Baptist Church in Cedarville has been upgraded with better audio. The videos shown at the service have also been added for better viewing.

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Memorial Service Livestream Saturday

Come to this page Saturday to watch Melinda’s memorial service from Grace Baptist Church in Cedarville, Ohio.

The service begins at 3 p.m. Eastern time. The stream will begin at approximately 2:45.

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The audio might not be strong with this stream. If you’d like a follow the audio stream simultaneously, click here. The audio stream will begin at approximately 3:04 p.m.


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In Dying, We Live!


(I wrote this in advance, knowing this day was coming, yet wanted the final post to be from me.)

Dear Family and Friends,

When the first comments about starting my own blog were mentioned, I did not think much more about the subject–until the comments continued to happen from both friends back home in Colorado and new acquaintances here that were just learning of my story. “You should start a blog,” was most common to hear; only once did I hear it in the form of a question. I never knew how to respond. For starters, I did not know how to manage my own web page or even what I would write about, other than the health update entries for extended family and friends. My beginning days of writing viewed posts as more entertainment…but as my health started to change, so did my writings. I entered a new door in the social world through my blog—sharing my journey in the joys and pains was now so much more meaningful. It became my spiritual journal.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a reads, “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die.” My journey here on Earth is complete. As you read this, your hearts may be saddened, angry or full of questions because I am no longer here with you. In your grieving, remember that in dying, I now live—freely and for all eternity. It is my prayer that you will come to know the same peace that God showed me, again and again, during the most painful times…times of chaos, confusion, and frustration. In the Gospel of John, Jesus tells His disciples, “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world,” (16:33).

Anytime in my journey when more changes occurred and I had to face new challenges, I would sometimes sit and reflect on what God had done—His timing perfect for every need, protection, preparing me for the next step. The latter part was not always easy and it took me years from the first diagnosis to finally surrender everything. It was then that peace found a home in my heart…it was a source of strength when I was weary and a light of hope when all seemed lost. I did not ask to live a life with a terminal, rare disease. But I could never imagine living a full life without it.

Life is a gift. In my sufferings and darkest moments, there were times when I thought about Jesus…suffering and dying for my sins, your sins, the sin of the world.  “I don’t know how He did it,” I told Mom through heavy sobs. We just sat in silence for a minute. But Jesus said to take heart…because He did not remain in death, but overcame it. He Lives! And it is the gift of Salvation that in suffering and dying, we live.

My dear family and friends…Thank you for walking alongside me during my journey. Your encouragement brightened my days and your prayers were daily answered. I want to encourage you now, as you continue your journey…remember to take heart and look to Jesus. “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4

Love, Mel


Melinda Sue “Mel” Pinkerton 

March 8, 1988 – April 7, 2016 (Age 28)

Melinda S. Pinkerton died peacefully at Pristine Post-Acute Care in Jamestown, Ohio, on Thursday, April 7th, at 10:17 P.M. under the care of hospice.  Melinda was surrounded in her final moments by her three sisters and her parents, and we take comfort that she knew all of her family was with her in the end.  She had been diagnosed 14 years prior with Neurofibromatosis Type 2 (NF2), a disease for which there is currently no cure.  In spite of her extensive physical struggles and many brain and spinal cord tumors, Melinda chose to live her life with purposeful intention.  She filled her days with faith, friends, and fun.

Melinda was born on March 8, 1988 in Voorhees, New Jersey, to Cory and Bonnie McDaniel and two excited older sisters. Cory’s death preceded Melinda’s birth. Even as a child, Melinda was helpful and sweet and was always thinking of others. She could often be found in the kitchen helping her mom.  Melinda had a love of music which started at a young age.  Melinda played flute, piccolo, piano, and bass guitar.  Later, as she lost her hearing due to her tumors, she expressed her love of music through sign language or by quoting lyrics to encourage herself and others.

In high school, Melinda was very involved in her church youth group and loved attending summer camps and mission trips. Melinda always struggled physically, but this did not stop her from being on the high school cross-country team. During her freshman year of high school, Melinda was diagnosed with NF2. Amazingly, Melinda continued to keep up with all of her school work and friends in spite of repeated rounds of radiation and extended stays at the Children’s Hospital in Denver.

Upon graduating from Monte Vista Senior High School, Colorado, in 2006, Melinda attended Colorado Christian University, Lakewood, Colorado. She has always referenced her years spent in Denver as “the best years of her life.” She majored in Business Administration, graduating a semester early while simultaneously receiving chemotherapy. What got her through hard and sick days was her unshakable faith in God, an incredible support system of friends, and the kids at “The Third Story,” an inner city ministry of Westside Church for underprivileged youth.  One of Melinda’s dreams was to travel, but her constant treatments and health conditions made this difficult. She did fulfill a lifelong dream in 2010 when she was finally able to travel oversees and experience Greece.

Summer of 2011, Melinda moved with her parents from Colorado to Cedarville, Ohio. Melinda loved being closer geographically to a lot of her extended family. Melinda enjoyed many things about Ohio, however, she refused to assimilate to Ohio football culture, clinging determinedly to her ever-favorite team the Denver Broncos!  Melinda’s favorite store was Target, and she worked there both in Denver and Beavercreek to support her love of fashion, coffee, and books. Shortly following the move, Melinda went fully deaf. As a way to cope especially with the loss of music, Melinda turned to painting as a creative outlet.  She participated in local art shows, and loved giving away her paintings to friends and family as gifts.  Also during this time, Melinda started a blog to share her journey and faith.  This can be found at

Eleven months prior to her death, Melinda’s health took an extreme turn which made it necessary for her to be moved to a nursing home.  She was no longer able to walk due to her tumors, and she also lost her vision shortly after moving into the home.  In spite of being wheelchair-bound, completely deaf, and fully blind, Melinda continued to paint, blog, and write letters.  She dictated all of her messages, and a unique communication system was devised to allow her to keep in touch.  Melinda loved entertaining visitors in her room and looked forward to daily visits from friends and family, especially her mom.  Although Melinda sat in constant silence and darkness, she used her time to pray for those she loved, meditate on God’s word, and compose new letters, blog posts, and artwork in her mind.  Many of her last art pieces were completed while totally blind.  With the help of her aides, friends, and family, she was able to continue doing these special hobbies that she loved.  She never lost her sense of humor.  Even in the hours prior to her death, Melinda continued to think about others and make those in the room smile and laugh.  Selflessly, Melinda donated her tumors to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital to help further research to find a cure for others with NF2.

Melinda was preceded in death by her biological father, Cory Ian McDaniel, who passed away in 1987 from the same disease, NF2.  She is survived by her loving mother Bonnie Sue Pinkerton, her devoted adoptive father Mark David Pinkerton, and her three sisters Melissa (David) Nickerson, Megan (Garrett) Slifer, and Marcia Pinkerton.  She was a proud and adoring aunt to her young nephew, Landon Nickerson.  She is also survived by all of her grandparents, Robert “Bob” and Mildred “Milly” McDaniel (paternal), Alton and Marilyn Flint (maternal), and Alfred and Lois Pinkerton (adoptive).  Melinda also has a large extended family, all of whom she loved very dearly. Finally, Melinda leaves behind her loyal black cat “Muffy” who she had and loved for 12 years.

A celebratory memorial service will be held on Saturday, April 23rd, at 3:00 P.M. at Grace Baptist Church in Cedarville, Ohio.  Visitation will take place from 1:30 p.m. to 2:45 p.m.  A private graveside service will be held at Massies Creek Cemetery before the memorial.  In lieu of flowers, Melinda requested that all donations and charitable gifts be split evenly between “The Children’s Tumor Foundation” and “The Third Story.”  Donations will be handled by Powers-Kell Funeral Home in Jamestown, Ohio, at

As Melinda would say, “And that’s my story!”


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When I Paint

When I paint . . . I feel normal . . .

The Work of God’s Hands,  by Mel


He made the night, He made the day
Spread the earth upon the waters, made the Heavens and the rain
Look at the sky, see its design
The very same creator, He’s the one who gave us life

And what is man that He’s mindful of us?
We’re merely clay in his hands
And what am I that He loves me so much, He would die
You know, well I can say is

It’s God, truly God
Can you see, can you hear
Can you touch, can you feel
It’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way ‘cuz it’s God

Inside us all there is a void
All mankind is searching for the one who fills the soul
In Him there’s hope, in Him there’s life
The world cries for a Savior that’s right before their eyes

And what is man that He takes us in
As His children to be His own
And what are we that He wants to be our Father
All that I can say is

It’s God, truly God
Can you see, can you hear
Can you touch, can you feel
It’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way ‘cuz

It’s God, truly God
Can you see, can you hear
Can you touch, can you feel
It’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way ‘cuz it’s God

Lord I praise You for Your endless love
Your boundless grace, I stand here amazed

What is man that He’s mindful of us?
What am I that He loves me so much
What is man that He takes us in
What are we that He wants to be, God

God, truly God
Can you see, can you hear it
Can you touch, can you feel it
And it’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way ‘cuz

It’s God, truly God
It’s God, truly God
It’s God, truly God
I can’t explain any other way ‘cuz it’s God

Rebecca St. James – God Lyrics | MetroLyrics


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Peace . . . in God alone.

A few days before we were going to celebrate my nephew’s one-year birthday, a friend came in to chat before dinner.  She asked, “How are you doing . . . honestly?”, as she wrote on my arm.  I asked if she wanted the physical or the mental.  She said both.  She knew from my other blog post, most of what was going on physically, so I didn’t focus much on the physical, but told her I was having a spiritual low.

All my family was coming, even my sister, Megan, from Colorado.  And while the house would be full with everyone, I wouldn’t be there.  My family did take turns coming to visit.  My nephew’s birthday party at the nursing home was a big success.  Although I was not physically feeling well on that day.  I did enjoy some good laughs when my family would write on my arm of what Landon was up to.  It was not until a few days later that the “low” really set in.

I knew it was a nice day and that my family was out enjoying it by showing my brother-in-law places he had never been.  They came in really late that night and I found myself really grumpy!  Because my brother-in-law was leaving, I was sad to see him go.  I enjoyed the rest of the week with Megan, my sister, but that is also when a lot of changes were about to begin.

There are a lot of people who contribute to making my room a cheerful room!  My mom and sister, Marcia, keep it decorated and just recently, Marcia added a picture frame of my favorite photos.  She and mom found old pictures.  When they told me what they were, I could see them in my mind.  They even found one with me as an upcoming senior in high school with my cat, Muffy!  They also included one with me standing in front of ruins in Philippi, Greece.  It was about that same time when I was grumpy, my family was out doing things together.

That morning after breakfast, I thought of my time in Greece.  In my mind, it was like a “coffee date” and I was telling someone about my trip from Philadelphia to Athens and all the details of the days between.  We were starting with Paul’s journey with the early Church, but we saw just about everything else from islands to museums, monasteries to Mycenaean ruins, places where Persians fought battles with the Greeks, tombs and finally the Acropolis.  Our professor read from Acts 19 on Mars Hill.  It was a trip of a lifetime . . . then I thought about other trips I have been on.  All the places and people over the years . . . I have seen a lot!

So, my jealousy and grumpiness suddenly seemed rather silly.  It is not so much that I wasn’t out doing things.  It is just I wasn’t there with my family.  I know our life journeys are different, but as I continue on in my hardships, I am finding my dependency is starting to shift to my family, instead of God.

It was right around when Megan was leaving, that mom came in and said we needed to talk.  Whenever this happens, I know change is about to start.  It is getting harder for aides to transfer me when I use the bathroom.  Although it hasn’t happened yet, for my safety and theirs, a new way of transferring me is about to begin.  At first, I was so upset about this . . . and I guess I still am.  I do not blog much about this subject, but using the bathroom is a nightmare as it is!  I guess I can’t see how this new way will be helpful?  I guess what is upsetting too is that everything physical therapy helped me work on is “down the drain”.  (No pun intended.)  It is not just my right ankle, now it is my whole right side of my body.  My right arm feels like dead weight and when I sleep in my chair, my neck always shifts to the right as the neck muscles cannot hold my head upright anymore.  We seem to have fixed a few of those problems by using a variety of pillows, but still, things are changing.  Sometimes, when I’s praying, I ask for more of God’s peace because there are some days that are just long.  All I want to do is get back in bed.  In Colossians 3:15, Paul writes, “And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”

When I do pray, I find myself saying “thank you” for different people before I say the needs.  It was also over Landon’s birthday weekend, my sister, Melissa, told me birthday cards were coming in.  Even in the midst of all the changes and days of not feeling well, I’ve been overwhelmed with thankfulness because of all the cards and letters I have already received, as well as the love, support and prayers.  All the fun memories help me to remember that even though my journey is different, and my family cannot always be with me . . . even in my dark-spinning times . . . I can feel God’s presence, because of your daily thoughts and prayers.  That alone brings me peace.

Hebrews 4:14-16

Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.  For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.  Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.


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My Strong Tower

Last May, what was meant to be a regular appointment, turned out to be not at all what I expected for my life.  Instead, I was admitted to Children’s Hospital.  The next day I asked the doctor when I would be able to go home.  He said, “We are still working on that.  What I didn’t realize was that they were thinking of different plans.  It was the following day, I was told that I would not be returning home, but that I would be admitted into a nursing home.  As the weeks started to go by, there was one day I was sitting in the wheelchair.  I faced my mom and told her I was tired of living “brave”.  In essence, I think I was telling her that I was tired of change as since January my body had been through a whirlwind of changes.

I remembered once being told that wherever there was a nerve, there could be a tumor.  That is just how this disease works.  Whether the tumor causes a problem or not, the ones that do start the “battle of the mind” game.  When the tumors do start causing a problem, you never know how slow or fast a tumor will grow.  Thinking back, I did enjoy a really great childhood all the way through high school and college years with typical ups and downs of the disease.  I went through pain-spasms and muscle atrophy as this is what happens as the tumors start to squeeze the nerves and the message to the brain is cut off.  It wasn’t until we moved here that things started to go down really fast.  It wasn’t until my full deafness and never recovering from my right eye surgery, when I told Marcia that January that I was opting out of my left eye surgery.  I knew things would change, but I did not realize how fast things would change!  I enjoyed last Spring until I was in Children’s Hospital.  When I first moved into the nursing home, my body was still doing about the “same” as when I left Children’s Hospital.  It did not take very long for more changes to increase rapidly.  I was doing PT and OT and I could still communicate by using a green marker board with a black marker.  All that shifted when I went fully blind and had to stop PT and OT.

Fast forward to today, I am now in full dependency on the aides and nurses.  Although, I no longer go to Children’s Hospital for MRIs and Dr. Appointments.  I know that the tumors are obviously “up to something”.  The whole left side of my face is mostly the problem.  I also get headaches where my left optic nerve is and I cringe every time I get eye drops in that eye.  Even if they are being as a careful as they can.  One touch at the eye will give me the greatest pain.  Now, the top of my mouth and whole left side of my mouth and face is completely numb.  My jaw has even shifted to the right and a lisp has developed and gotten worse.  I often bite my tongue.  I only chew on my right side.  Most of the time, food will get stuck at the top of my mouth when I try to swallow.  I try to get it off the top of my mouth.  Even when I do swallow it, sometimes my throat will reject food and it will come back up or sometimes it just gets stuck and stays there.  I have to take a drink.  When taking a drink, if someone isn’t holding my lips closed on the left to seal them, I cannot get the drink out of the straw.  It doesn’t matter what I’m eating, whether it is grounded or yogurt, or even trying to take my medicines which are crushed and put in  apple sauce or pudding.  This is becoming more of a problem.  From there, you can go down my body where everything from my hands, legs and feet that I had worked so hard to strengthen and keep moving—I feel is lost.  Unless someone is holding my hand to keep my grip on my toothbrush, utensils or paint brush.  I’m at the point where, besides gripping Teddy and somewhat pushing my nurses button, I feel useless.  I’m also at the point, where using the bathroom, I have changed so much that somedays, I find it is so frustrating and humiliating . . . it can put me to tears.

As my physical body fights these changes in the mind, there is also another part of my mind that just “thinks”.  When my mind is not telling my body how to use the bathroom or swallow my food—it’s just “normal” thinking for me.  I can think of many things, but in thinking—it’s hard not to think of what comes next.  Although I am at true and total peace, it doesn’t mean that continuing on won’t bring more pain, frustrations and humiliating times.  But also, as my body continues to weaken and decline, I’m finding that I am now having different thoughts about what may come next.  You see that is the problem of thinking in the “future” for me.  It is like blindness as it leaves me in full dependency of what God has planned for me.  However, now that those thoughts have come and gone through my head, in all honesty, I’m finding that I am not ready to let go.  It was last year, even before, I started to really decline in my health.  I was still at home and wanted to take a nap.  I had just started needing help using the bathroom, so as mom did that and helped me into bed, she left the room.  I started to sniffle, maybe too loud, and mom came back in the room.  I told her I wasn’t ready to let go of seeing my family’s faces or being with them.  And, I think, right now that is what I’m facing (again) even though I cannot see my family’s faces and have forgotten what they look like, except from old pictures in my mind, part of me just wants to be here with them.

Michael W. Smith has a song “Pray for me”.  In the second verse he says, “But I know that through it all, the hardest part of love is letting go, but there is a greater love that holds us, pray for me and I’ll pray for you.”  As I continue my journey, I should remember this that even though I love my family and friends so much, I love God even more . . . because God says He is continually with me.

In you, O Lord, do I take refuge;

    let me never be put to shame!

In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me;

    incline your ear to me, and save me!

Be to me a rock of refuge,

    to which I may continually come;

you have given the command to save me,

       for you are my rock and my fortress.

                                    Psalm 71:1-3

Strong Tower

As sung by Kutless


When I wander through the desert

And I’m longing for my home

All my dreams have gone astray

When I’m stranded in the valley

And I’m tired and all alone

It seems like I’ve lost my way



I go running to Your mountain

Where Your mercy sets me free

You are my strong tower, shelter over me

Beautiful and mighty everlasting King

You are my strong tower, fortress when I’m weak

Your name is true and holy

And Your face is all I see


In the middle of all my darkness

In the midst of all my fear

You’re my refuge and my hope

When the storm of life is raging

And the thunders all I hear

You speak softly to my soul



Now I’m running to Your mountain

Where Your mercy sets me free

You are my strong tower, shelter over me

Beautiful and mighty everlasting King

You are my strong tower, fortress when I’m weak

Your name is true and holy

And Your face is all I see

And Your face is all I see

Yeah, Your face is all I see


Wandering in the Desert

“Mind Art”

Painted by Mel

February 12, 2016




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Treasure to God

I was given a black canvas for a present. I really didn’t’ know what I wanted to paint on it. As the holidays went by, different painting ideas came to mind. One day, Dad told me a verse that said I was a “treasure” to God. Thinking about treasures, that got me thinking about one of my favorite Christian singers, Nancy Honeytree. She wrote a song titled “Diamond in the Rough”.  I related the song to the tough grinding of a rock to reveal a hidden gem on the inside. There is both joy and pain even in the hardships. One day the whole gem will be revealed. On that day, it will be polished and shining like new! One day soon, I will be a polished living stone!

Diamond in the Rough by Nancy Honeytree

Don’t give up no matter what you do

Your God isn’t through with you

Someday you will be a polished living stone

Though now you are a diamond in the rough

Diamond in the rough, Diamond in the rough



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