I had a pretty good day yesterday, but unfortunately my co-worker did not. He has been dating this girl for quite some time and has gotten pretty serious with her, and yesterday the axe fell.
Ovarian cancer.
He is not by any stretch of the imagination a girly man, but when he told me he just broke. It took a couple of tries, walking away to compose himself, before he could get the whole story out.
I understand. I wish I didn't - I wish that no one did - but I do.
Something that makes it even more difficult for him is that his father passed away about the same time Laura did, also from cancer. "It's like having it happen all over again" he told me.
While you are saying your prayers tonight, see if you can't put in a good word for Robin from NC. Maybe one or two for Steve wouldn't hurt, either.
It is my fervent prayer that it was caught soon enough that it can be successfully treated, and that Robin and Steve can live a long and happy life together, unto the fullness of their years, Lord, make it so.
And while you're at it, Lord, see if you can't put a germ of an idea into some doc's head for a cure, cause I really hate this fucking disease. Amen.
Getting There
10 months ago
4 comments:
Amen.
Thanks Robert.
All I can offer is the example of a dear friend diagnosed with ovarian cancer back in the late 80s. While getting through it wasn't easy, she's still around. (Down in the Raleigh area as it turns out)
Q
I'll pass that on, Q. Any little bit of hope will help, and with any luck they caught it early enough for a successful treatment.
Thanks for dropping by!
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