Sunday the gospel was about Jesus instructing the disciples to put out to the deep water to catch fish. Simon protested, “We already tried that and it didn’t work,”–the phrase that kills all dreams from catching fish to building ranches–but then recovered and said in essence, “But if you say so, we’ll give it another go.”…
Thank you St. Anthony
Yesterday I shared with a bunch of friends that I’d invoked a prayer to St. Anthony in desperation on a hunt for my eyeglasses, up against the clock ticking toward a not-to-be-missed medical appointment. Obviously they were in the condo, but I’d searched everywhere I’d been, everywhere I hadn’t been, even into closets I hadn’t…
Last week I wrote of Kelly’s continuing problem with jaw pain. I said that I was afraid my concern combined with my inability to do much (last week was chemo week; enough said) was causing confusion over her care. I said as much to Casey and Cathy, and whether or not it was is a moot question now. Jerry,…
Pain
Chemo III was yesterday. I felt great, checked out great by the lab and the doc, and reported to Spa Chemo with my friend Maria and settled in. Fifteen minutes into the Taxol drip I started to go into shock. The team had things under control in seconds and after all was calm, resumed the…