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Vince and Marge. Fathers and friends.
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:39 pmI'm recently back from my first time in church in a few weeks. I didn't go for me today, but to lift up people who are close to people who are close.
Vince and Marge have never met, nor have I ever met either of them. But they mean a lot to people I love, and that, today, was enough to get me out of the rack and into a pew.
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Some of you do know Vince. A couple, extremely well. Though he and I have never met, I know enough about his kids to know there's goodness and brightness and fun in his life.
Vince found out last month he's got prostate cancer. The lowest rated form, eminently treatable. Several hundred voices just got added to the prayers for him anyway, because the healing needs to be not just clinical but emotional, for him and for those around him.
::hugs those who know who they are::
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I've known of Vince for some time, of his condition not quite as long, but it wasn't until two nights ago that I was introduced to Marge.
Marge is a friend of my oldest friend in the world. Literally, if you don't count family. From age four on when her family moved to the house next to ours, Theresa and I were friends- not quite in a best-friend-forever sense, occasionally with a little distance, but the best of friends stay friends despite that. It's been touching, in recent years, that she's taken up quite an email friendship with Eleanor- who I believe she's met in person all of once. Although she and I are often in touch, she and Eleanor share even more daily affirmations and reports on how their lives are going as creative, committed working moms.
Here is the email T sent to Eleanor on Friday night (the last name has been omitted for privacy reasons):
Her name is Marge. For 13 years we have worked together and even more closely during the last 5 years because she has been my assistant and very, very dear prayer partner and friend. She was found in her bathroom this morning having seizures and non-responsive. she is now in Stony Brook in ICU in a coma. The doctors see something on the brain and are not sure if she has an aneurism. I am emailing this to all of you because during the years that I have known her, if someone I knew, family or friend was going through a difficult time with an illness, a troublesome situation, anything that needed prayer, she would take maybe a first name or whatever info I could give, and she would pray for you- hoping the you all would feel the strength of God as life does have its trials and tribulations. Marge is a very loving, caring and wonderful person filled with energy. I am asking that-please can you take your turn now and pray for her. I thank you all for positive thoughts for her and her husband Bill and their family.
We've since been updated with some better news: Marge came out of the coma, remembering nothing of the incident, but she's still intubated and the doctors have no idea what happened or whether it will again. Her family and friends are at the end of their wits and ropes. Theresa, and any friend of this wonderful friend, deserves support, prayer and love in these moments.
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Happy Fathers Day to those of that chromosome. I will post more on that later, but for now, I'll just stick to the more serious words above.
Vince and Marge have never met, nor have I ever met either of them. But they mean a lot to people I love, and that, today, was enough to get me out of the rack and into a pew.
----
Some of you do know Vince. A couple, extremely well. Though he and I have never met, I know enough about his kids to know there's goodness and brightness and fun in his life.
Vince found out last month he's got prostate cancer. The lowest rated form, eminently treatable. Several hundred voices just got added to the prayers for him anyway, because the healing needs to be not just clinical but emotional, for him and for those around him.
::hugs those who know who they are::
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I've known of Vince for some time, of his condition not quite as long, but it wasn't until two nights ago that I was introduced to Marge.
Marge is a friend of my oldest friend in the world. Literally, if you don't count family. From age four on when her family moved to the house next to ours, Theresa and I were friends- not quite in a best-friend-forever sense, occasionally with a little distance, but the best of friends stay friends despite that. It's been touching, in recent years, that she's taken up quite an email friendship with Eleanor- who I believe she's met in person all of once. Although she and I are often in touch, she and Eleanor share even more daily affirmations and reports on how their lives are going as creative, committed working moms.
Here is the email T sent to Eleanor on Friday night (the last name has been omitted for privacy reasons):
Her name is Marge. For 13 years we have worked together and even more closely during the last 5 years because she has been my assistant and very, very dear prayer partner and friend. She was found in her bathroom this morning having seizures and non-responsive. she is now in Stony Brook in ICU in a coma. The doctors see something on the brain and are not sure if she has an aneurism. I am emailing this to all of you because during the years that I have known her, if someone I knew, family or friend was going through a difficult time with an illness, a troublesome situation, anything that needed prayer, she would take maybe a first name or whatever info I could give, and she would pray for you- hoping the you all would feel the strength of God as life does have its trials and tribulations. Marge is a very loving, caring and wonderful person filled with energy. I am asking that-please can you take your turn now and pray for her. I thank you all for positive thoughts for her and her husband Bill and their family.
We've since been updated with some better news: Marge came out of the coma, remembering nothing of the incident, but she's still intubated and the doctors have no idea what happened or whether it will again. Her family and friends are at the end of their wits and ropes. Theresa, and any friend of this wonderful friend, deserves support, prayer and love in these moments.
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Happy Fathers Day to those of that chromosome. I will post more on that later, but for now, I'll just stick to the more serious words above.