April 10, 2012 — Cancer — it’s one of those words no one wants to hear and one of those subjects nobody wants to talk about. Right now that six-letter word dominates my life.
A family member battles the dreaded disease and probably will be OK, but an old friend probably will lose his fight with it soon.
Sitting around the dinner table these days we’re talking about chemotherapy, hair loss, infections, dealing with dietary issues and appetite loss.
They’re just matter of fact conversations about what lies ahead and how we deal with the future — not some dark and dreary laments. The future for my family member looks bright, and a full recovery is expected.
April 10, 2012 —My heart is aching as I write this because I have been remembering the many suffering people I’ve known personally or through others who have ended their own lives.
Whatever the reason, it is always devastating.
A friend of mine has decided to participate in the Out of the Darkness Overnight walk to help raise money for suicide awareness and prevention.
His father committed suicide five years ago this summer — before ever meeting his first grandson.
That’s OK, you can keep your opinions to yourselves, thank y’all very much.
From your air-conditioned 4x4 hurtling by on Highway 395 or from the deck of your fishing boat rolling gently on the water of one of our lakes, you could never see the giving nature of our community or how we pull together when one of us is in trouble.
Ah, what we could show you if you had a few days — the right few days — to spend with us.
It wasn’t new advice. I’d heard different versions of it over the years.
Restraint of tongue and pen, my mother used to say. Wait 24 hours and don’t do any thing rash, was another one of her maxims.
Just slow down and breathe, friends would tell me when I got stressed out. It’s some of the most valuable, and most difficult to follow, advice I’ve received. And, I generally ignored them all.
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