January 18, 2008

Please Send Your Prayers Out

. . . to Rosina and her family.

It looks like the trip will be over soon. Tomorrow, maybe.

Chalk one more up for cancer, in its battle on the human race. One more life over way too soon. I get so angry about it—and yet there are important people in my life who wouldn't be here at all if medical science weren't getting better at recognizing and treating these things.

I used to envy this beautiful woman more than I can say, and that shocks me now. It's so easy to get caught up in the petty concerns of day-to-day life. We lose track of what's important so quickly.

"Well, that's envy. There's some of that in the best of us, m'Dear. And don't you think that's a bit too bad?" (Jimmy Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey. Will someone spot me on the exact wording? No time for fact-checking.)

Yes. Yes, I do. But I'm glad I know Rosina. Glad I invited her to my wedding. Glad that I could see her sunny smile, and experience her wicked sense of humor. (When the wives of comedy writers talk . . . )

And I am more pissed than usual at Mr. Cancer, whom I've never forgiven for the loss of Dave Arnold, the last true gentleman left on the planet—and sorely missed.


Via Write Enough.

UPDATE: I've fixed the "Edmund" thing. I'm not sure where that came from; I've certainly seen Harvey enough times to know better, as my cohabitant has pointed out. On the other hand, I do know how to spell "margarine." Nonetheless, I keep buying "margerine" week after week, without correcting the list on the refrigerator, nor complaining out loud. I rather thought I'd bought myself some slack in that department. Maybe not . . .

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January 14, 2008

Please Send Your Prayers Out

. . . on Tim Blair's behalf; he's got cancer.

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June 26, 2007

You Know Those People Whom You Envy, Because They Have Everything You Think You Want, and More?

It's not true: they usually don't.

It takes class to cut your own hair before the cancer treatments take it away from you.

And it takes guts to create a blog like this. Love and Kisses, Peter and Rosina. Give 'em hell.

(And, to my readers: please send your prayers. I've already lost too many good people to cancer. It makes me angry, but I realize the anger does no good either. More on this later.)

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June 05, 2005

Please Pray for Sam

The Anchoress has an entry about a very little boy in medical distress who needs our help. It appears that cancer treatments may have damaged his kidney functions, and it's unclear if they will return to him.

Please pray, if that's what you do. Otherwise, please direct postive mental energy to this case.

Thanks.

(Via the Cotillion Ball.)

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