I write this post from Wilson UHS Hospital in Johnson City, NY. My sister-in-law, Olga Szpylczyn (Mark's sister) is asleep in the bed a few feet away from me. At her side I can see various containers that collect bodily fluids. At least one of them, connected to a tube that goes into her chest, is not pretty. The changing texture and color of that bag makes me want to scream. If I could scream, I would simply repeat the words, "Stupid effing cancer, I hate you and your ugly magic."
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One of my tasks is to find a home for Skittles, Olga's Jack Russell Terrier. Skittles is 8 and very cute, but she is also a Jack Russell Terrier. Read: She is highly energetic. In the good days, she had Olga out and walking, getting regular exercise. When Olga had her first bout with the stupid cancer in 2009, she wanted Skittles to go. I persuaded her otherwise and she was later grateful. That dog helped fuel a recovery.
Now I know that persuasion has no point. If you live within 3 hours of Albany or Binghamton and you even remotely think that you know someone who would consider this dog, it would be a mercy that is much required.
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It is an awesome and terrible thing to be asked to hold someone's hand, literally and figuratively. It is actually the greatest privilege in life if you ask me, albeit a painful, painful privilege.
Olga and I have had a challenging relationship. We are both very strong willed and opinionated. I'd like to think that over time we wore each other down in the best ways, with our sharp edges getting softer and rounder, like sea glass after a good pounding in the surf.
So to have her ask me to undertake this role is a true gift. I pray that I carry out her wishes accordingly and that I am here to hold her hand and either talk or remain silent, as needed.
Read the rest of Fran's post at There Will Be Bread.
For Olga:
May God the Father bless her, God the Son heal her, God the Holy Spirit give her strength. May God the holy and undivided Trinity guard her body, save her soul, and bring her safely to his heavenly country; where he lives and reigns for ever and ever. Amen.
For Mark, Fran, Erica, and all who love Olga and care for her:
Sanctify, O Lord, those who love Olga and all whom you have called to the care for her. Strengthen them by your life-giving Spirit, that by their ministries, Olga may be comforted and your creation glorified; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Prayers ascending!
ReplyDeleteI am SO sick (figuratively) of Stupid F@cking Cancer striking those I love, or their loved ones! >:-(
[IT, if you're around, could you give us a positive word about the "War On..."?]
God, I understand that "runaway mutating cells" is, for the moment, part of your world (and humans may have played a role in accelerating it anyway). I'm not blaming you . . . but could you please inspire some BREAKTHROUGHS in (non-harmfully) killing off these f@ckwads in my friends? (Olga, Kirstin, Cathy, name your others) And preventing it in everyone else. Arrrgh!
I am praying for Olga and Fran. Earnestly.
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ReplyDeleteFran,there may be Jack Russell rescue groups near you, or if not you could contact the closest one (check the internet), explain the situation and ask for help. Prayers for Olga.
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