I normally hate spam (I mean hate, hate, hate), but I couldn’t resist sharing the subject line of one I received today. Those of you who are familiar with my husband’s recent intestinal troubles — not to mention our less-than-courteous dogs — will appreciate this offer of …
“free craps download”
If I were crazy enough to respond to the junk e-mail, I would give the sender a hearty response: “We have plenty already, but thanks for making me laugh out loud.”
My friend Ray died this morning. It is so fitting that he died on the day that we celebrate the birth of our Savior.
Ray was all about helping people realize the significance of having the Lord Jesus in their lives. He lived it and breathed it. Nothing was more important than serving Him by serving others, of helping them think about where they would spend eternity, of putting others’ needs ahead of his own.
During his illness, I never once heard him complain that he had been given a raw deal. In fact, just after getting his diagnosis in February, he told me – right from his hospital bed, still sore from surgery – that he was ready to go if it was the Lord’s will but that he was ready to keep serving Him if God determined that He wasn’t finished with him yet. Ray still had a lot of living – and serving – to do. And he kept doing it, even while he was sick.
I hadn’t seen Ray much in the past few weeks. He was out of state a lot for treatments, and I have had my hands full with a new job and a sick husband. But the last time I saw him, he still had his sense of humor, his kindness and his concern for Bruce, along with a big hug for me. Ray prayed for Bruce, even while he himself was seriously ill.
There will never be another one like him.
And it is fitting that He went home to Jesus on this day, Christmas Day.
We will miss you, Ray. We love you.
Today is the 10th anniversary of my dad’s death. I was planning to write a tribute to him for this day, but, frankly, I’m exhausted and I don’t think I could do him justice.My dad was my hero. I will tell you about him someday. I’m going to look through our old photo albums next time Bruce is well enough to go to my mom’s with me. My family may come here next weekend for a belated Christmas celebration. Maybe I can have her find the picture I want and bring it to me.
You would like my dad.
Bruce was discharged from the hospital Friday evening. We got home at 7:30. It makes me a little nervous to have him off the IVs, because they always seem to heal him better than pills, but the surgeon and the GI doc believe he will be okay without them.
I have to admit it’s much easier for him to go to the bathroom without having me trailing behind him with the IV pole. He makes multiple trips a day, so being free of needles, tubes and poles will take some of the stress out of the situation.
My job now is to make sure he gets enough food and rest, monitor his temperature and keep our two little dogs from walking all over him. They missed him a lot in the six days he was gone!
Please keep praying for both of us. I hate to complain when he is the sick one, but I’m pretty exhausted.
And in case I don’t get to post again before the 25th: We both wish you a very merry Christmas. We love you and thank you for your prayers, calls, visits, cards, donations and just general support for us this year. You mean a lot to us.
Suzy and Bruce
Bruce had surgery Wednesday evening on the abscess/fistula in his rectal area. The surgeon sliced open the swollen spot and packed it with gauze. The wound will take several weeks to heal — or he may have an open wound for the rest of his life. He hasn’t been able to sit up for several months. He has managed to keep his sense of humor throughout all the pain and the many trips to the potty. And I have a new nickname for him — Rumble Butt. (In case you’re new to this blog — Bruce has Crohn’s disease.)
Please pray for Bruce, as well as our friend Ray and his family. Hospice has been called for Ray.
Love you all,
My honey, Bruce, is in the hospital. I’m writing this via wireless Internet from his room at Springhill. (I’m actually supposed to be doing my job remotely — shh, don’t tell my boss I took a break to write my blog.)
Just wanted to let you know where we are. But don’t try to break into our house. Both of our dogs are there.
I miss writing this. And I know how I feel when I visit my friends’ blogs and they haven’t posted in a while. I realize that my readership is limited to just a handful of people, but you are precious to me.
Just wanted to say hi.
My new job is a handful, to say the least. When I figure out how to juggle long workdays, a sick husband, health insurance and disability paperwork (practically a full-time job in itself), along with packing our house so we can sell it, I will post more. Until then, the pickings will be slim.
I miss you guys.