Pouring

Please pray for my friend Ginny.  I know some of you don't pray for it's not something I do well myself, but she is ill, so ill, and to have her in such distress needs attention.  What can we humans do when there is little else, except to pray.  God help her be better, please.

The cancer is everywhere.  How it got so far so fast is beyond belief, I just had Easter dinner with her and her family.  She was in pain but ascribed it to a sinus infection and the sciatica that plagued her until the mid week morning that her tongue became swollen and her speech slurred.  The emergency care unit sent her to the hospital where the MRI told another story of a mass in her brain and cancerous images in her breast, lymph nodes, spine, liver, kidneys, and skull.

I am not publishing this entry, but the notation is here, that a human being whose goodness and selfless ways which ripple out like waves reaching every shore is suffering, her family is in horrific despair, and we, her friends are trapped in thick folds of muffled emotion.  The cracks to the core are beginning to show as each thud of news tells of another obstacle to overcome.  Molten, searing sorrow is within, while we are still walking and functioning as best we can in daily routine, knowing that she is facing the worst enemy of her life, the faceless hell of the unknown.  Ten aggressive radiation treatments are scheduled, she had two yesterday.

Stay with us as long as you can, and fight.  You are the center of your family, the sanity that bridges between factions who says "C'mon over and wear your pajamas, I ain't getting dressed neither."  No one ever goes hungry, is cold, is lost or is without a place to stay while you were able to give what you had.  Oh world, oh damned world, what can we do but pray?  Ginny, dear Ginny.