I’ve been sitting here holding my coffee cup staring at a blank page. I don’t know where to start; it’s hard to concentrate.
When it was over the Endoscopist entered the room and said: “You should give your doctor a big hug.” In other words, she probably saved my husband’s life.
David’s stepdaughter, who he raised, is not so fortunate. About six months ago she called to tell her dad that she had colon cancer. There were no signs; she had never had a colonoscopy.
When the doctor first talked with the family he thought she could possibly have a year.
The call came Monday morning … she has only weeks to live.
David is in Ft. Lauderdale now with his daughter. I’m here in Cocoa walking around the house praying, my heart breaking for them.
She is only 52.
(I’m a very private person so it’s hard to reveal this information—but I do it gladly if it will help even one person. Don’t put it off; if you’re over 50 have a colonoscopy, please.)
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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