Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in. I finished marking her name on...
“Only through the news. I looked him up this morning to check on his health, since he’s had cancer. And no family to care for him.” “No! Cancer? He brought home and cared for so many of the dying children! So many.” “Yes, like 80. He takes babies in hospice care. At ...
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs...
I was in my flat in Antibes one morning, some six or seven years ago, with (10) nothing to worry me when around breakfast time I was overcome by a deep depression and an anxiety agonizing in its acuteness. I have a witness, for a friend came to lunch with me and I told ...
A couple of days ago, I saw a dog named Cookie. He was dying of cancer (癌). The dog’s owners, Steven and Maggie were very ___, and so was their little boy, Jimmy. I told the family we couldn’t do ___ for Cookie, and I told them that they could give the old dog the...
It's been a while. Stuff for even harder than our beloved elder dog dying. Canada placing had reached the point where she completing a worksheet that includes the past ten years of employers. I got a first, ballpark quote from a moving company today. Even with taking barely any furniture...
However, the larger issue is embracing cultural images to propagate ideas that just don’t resonate with Scripture. I am all for finding and using illustrations that “connect.” Woody and Buzz have featured in sermons from time-to-time (“You’ve Got a Friend in Me”). But taking our ...
the mall yesterday and ended up with eight sets of Christmas pajamas for the kids, but none of the gifts I needed. There is always stuff going on with my family, with his family, stuff too complicated to get into. My writing is slipping, I yell too much, my house is a constant ...
I’m dying of cancer, and I don’t want to be. No matter how much I act like I’m not scared, I’m terrified. Not by death itself, but by not living. The future was always something I had worried about. I had so much time. So much time that I let it slide through my ...