The following are friends, family members or beloved pets that need your thoughts and prayers at the moment. Some are having hard times, some are ill, all need the loving touch of prayer and God's blessing to restore health and happiness. Please keep the following MinPinTalk members and loved ones in your thoughts.
Mark & Terri Snider's Nephew, 3 yr. old Robby Casey is at the Colorado Childrens Hospital. Yesterday (2/16/99) He was rushed by ambulance with abdominal pains. Later test found a Tumor on his ONLY kidney. We're still awaiting Lab test.
UPDATE:
Test came back positive for Cancer. Robby's Tumor after nearly three weeks of chemo has not reduced in size as of yet (3/13/99) We are hoping that the tumor will be shrunk down to a size that will enable the Dr. to remove part of the kidney and still leave enough for Robby to function normally.
UPDATE:
Robbie is undergoing surgery today 4/16/99 The tumor has not reduced in size and now the cancer has spread to his lungs and liver
5-12-99 ; Judy Capon has badly injured her knee and will require surgery in the near future to repair the damage. Currently she is confined to a wheelchair or a walker and his finding it difficult to spend much time on her pc. Judy has gone to "No Mail" on the list for the time being. She has found it difficult to get around to care for her dogs but has had help from her son. Please Pray that Judy will have a speedy recovery and joins us back on the list soon.
6-4-99 ; Our very Dear List member & Friend Sylvie has lost her husband tonight after a long and hard battle with diabetes. Please keep Sylvie and her family in your hearts and prayers. She said tonight in an ICQ message "He was a wonderful Husband and will be missed"
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and
lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip.
This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It
was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The
price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan
bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years
ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well,
I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on
the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His
hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the
drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special
occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed
when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow
an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to
California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I
thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I
thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they
were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading
more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without
fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my
family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible,
life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to
recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything;
we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a
pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good
blazer to the market if I like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can
shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not
saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and
tellers in banks have
noses that function as well as my party-going friends. "Someday" and "one of
these days are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or
hearing
or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.
I'm not sure what my sister would've done had she known that she
wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she
would have called family members and a few close friends. She might
have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past
squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner,
her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew
that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends
whom I was going to get in touch with - someday. Angry because I hadn't
written certain letters that I intended to write - one of these days. Angry
and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how
much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that
would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I
open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is... a gift from God.
