So, Allan called me today. "It's cancer," he said.
That would be bad enough in itself, but his emphysema and COPD leaves him with lungs operating at about 28%. He can barely walk to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, or bowl of soup without having a coughing episode. Walking to the mailbox to get his morning paper is a long arduous journey. I don't know what the immediate future holds for my brother as far as treatment, options, and prognosis. Even the most treatable of cancers will involve risks for him to consider. I ask one thing of you, my faithful readers:
Please pray for those around him to show compassion and concern and mercy. That's all I ask--that his last days and months are filled with some people who care about how he feels. Thanks so much. selahV