The past week or two were tough. They took it out of me. And in our service last Sunday, I got emotional. I got stuck. There is little I hate as much as drawing attention to myself. Wife M. has bone marrow cancer. Over the past year, she has three or four times declined to a point which is generally considered critical ("panic values"). The strange thing is, she is now some way above critical, yet things have been looking not unlike critical. The photo shows her the last time she made it to Church -- 5 December.
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