I had planned on fasting for little Coleman, the brain tumor boy and his family today, but by the time today rolled around I had already learned of another little twin, Tuesday being diagnosed with a stage IV medulloblastoma as well. Then Friday I found out that a friend and neighbor of mine was taken to the ER the day before, they thought maybe she had suffered a stroke. Then I tried to hunt someone down to find out what was happening, and could only contact her Tagalog speaking mother-in-law from whom I ascertained she was in surgery- on her head, and that she couldn't move her leg. When I finally tracked her down at the hospital, she had just come out of surgery. Once they got her settled into the ICU, I was able to speak to her daughter and found out she had a tumor the size of a tennis ball removed from the left side of the brain. She is recovering well, but I have been just sick about the trauma for her and her family and what might come back from pathology this week. Every thing we do to help seems like so little. So, we added her to the list today. It was a good fast and I feel more peaceful tonight. Hopefully, things will turn out better than we expect. Coleman's family has found a treatment for him, thank goodness. So, here's to hoping it will work.
Maybe next Sunday I'll have some brain cells free for a story again. In the flurry to cram another two months of stuff we planned to do this summer into the two weeks that are left before school starts, I just might drop in on a few of you all and see how you're doing or record a thought or two.