Maybe this is not a good hour to write to you. But, if you only heard from me during the good times you may think all my days are sunny. We arrived home from the hospital this evening. The home…
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Read MoreThis afternoon I sit quietly next to Mark’s hosptial bed while he sleeps. His mouth hangs open, yet he still wears his glasses. The muted television splashes color around the darkened room. A moan…
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Read MoreFrom the cadillac of all pumps hangs three containers of fluids, saline, lipids and an amino acid mixture full of wonderful nutrients. Like an umbilical cord supplying life the fluid drips steadily…
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Read MoreYou all have been so sweet in your helpful suggestions and faithful prayers. A friend of ours from Mark’s chaplain days brought by dinner tonight. Mark had little energy to banter and tease as was…
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Read MoreYesterday’s trials with the chemotherapy seemed to mirror the dreary weather. Mark did not feel well enough to attend church and for those of you who know him, this is out of character. His love for…
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