Saturday, August 30, 2008

Personal Note

I am back home again, for a few hours at least. My brother may or may not be reaching the absolute end of his life. For those few readers who don't know, he has terminal cancer - he's going to be dead soon regardless. It's just a question of exactly when. That looked very close Wednesday night and Thursday, but looks a little farther away now. So blogging may be heavy, non-existent, or sporadic in coming days.

7 comments:

Pastor_Jeff said...

Oh my gosh, Outis -- I don't think I knew that.

I am so sorry for all of you.

You've said before that you're not offended by the mention that others a re praying for you. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I hope that all will go as well as it can, given the circumstances.

Hurricane Heather said...

Outis:

You and the fam continue to be on my prayer list.

Godspeed, my friend.

Icepick said...

Jeff, I don't mind. Really, at this point the best thing for my brother would be a fast demise. The only comfort for him at the moment will be the grave, since the painkillers no longer seem to work at any dosage.

But I thank you and Heather. Pray for my Mom, as she's the one that will probably need comforting the most.

Pastor_Jeff said...

I've heard it said that the 'positive' part of a long illness is that at least it gives you time to prepare and grieve; you're not caught off guard, you can do whatever business you may need to. And in many circumstances, death can be a welcome release.

Still, I'm of course sorry that this has come to you all, and my heart goes out to your family. I'll pray for you all, your mother especially.

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AnastasiaBeaverhausen said...

I am with all the other commenters, dear friend...you know what we are dealing with so we are sympathetic to your situation...one day at a time.

Michael Reynolds said...

My younger sister died just over a year ago of cancer. 48. Leaving behind a 2 year old daughter. I learned about it while shouting into a cell phone over the chants of Hare Krishna outside the Nutelleria in Bologna, Italy.

The kind of tragic/comic scene I'd be afraid to invent because it seems too forced.

I hope it goes as easy as possible for him and for you.