battling cancer – Lee Duigon

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I need some restful sleep. I need for my mind to STOP manufacturing silly s*** that scares me.

Like last night, for instance. I dreamt I was out on the sidewalk trying to talk to people, but they just ignored me. Along came my old friend, Jim–at last, a friendly face! “Jim! Jim! Boy, am I glad to see you!”

But he neither saw nor heard me. Just went on his way.

Maybe I was a ghost and didn’t know it.

So, yeah, I’m worried about my immediate future, I need your prayers and am not ashamed to ask for them, and I’d like to get back into the visible world.

Meanwhile, I guess it’s time to move on to the nooze. Calloo, callay, O frabjous day…

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I wish my Grandpa was still around to read to me.pray

This whole business of morphing into a sick, feeble old man has really got me down. It’s not like being sick and staying home from school when you’re ten years old… and the doctor COMES TO YOUR HOUSE (!?!?), examines you. instructs your mother and father what to do, writes out a prescription, and bob’s your uncle. Meanwhile you’ve got all these wonderful books to read, and your mother brings you a glass of ginger ale.

But that’s all just a vision of the past, like none of it ever happened.

I’ve been in the cross-hairs since June. It’s preying on me. I have a novel that has vanished into the Blahsmos, gotta do the work all over again. Nobody at the hospital ever taught me how to attach the freakin’ catheter, so I’m surely doing it wrong.

Anyway, I’m standin’ in the need o’ prayer, as the old-time spiritual says: and if God wills it, I’ll get better. Amen in Jesus’ name, Amen.