Why? Again.


Now it’s my sponsor.

She
has
cancer.

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Jere H. — An Appreciation


My friend Jere is dying. He may even be dead by now. We just heard about the cancer a couple of days ago. Someone told Michele at a meeting. And now he’s probably gone.

Jere’s no kid. I’d guess him to be closer to 80 than 70. You know how it is with people you’ve known, seemingly, forever. They age, but you don’t notice until one day you look and realize that you’ve both suddenly grown a lot older. It was that way with Jere. He was the soul of vitality, one of those people who radiated energy even when standing…

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A lesson in helplessness


A church I passed posed this question on it’s sign, “What is fair?” I’ve been pondering that question ever since. I guess that’s exactly what the church hoped would happen. What is fair? I’ve known since an early age that “life” was not the correct answer. Tonight, I was reminded of that with more clarity than I ever needed.
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My friend Jeannie is dying. My friend Jeannie, whom I know from the rooms of recovery, entered hospice today. My friend Jeannie was just diagnosed with inoperable, deadly, liver cancer a couple months ago. She may not make it to Christmas. My…

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Problems of luxury.


It was an off-hand comment because he thought I knew. Liver cancer. It’s inoperable. I didn’t know. At the meeting last night another friend said she was in the hospital because of pain–”probably gall stones.” Tonight it’s a death sentence. Chemo. That’s all they can offer at this point in time. WHAT??? “I’m sorry. I thought you knew,” he said. I didn’t know.

Now I know more than I want to believe. My friend has a terminal illness. My bubbly, happy, laughing, sarcastic, always-lively, middle-aged, sober friend has cancer–inoperable cancer. It could be a made for tv movie, the characters are…

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