Louisiana Sandusky in Tennessee is heartbroken upon hearing the news that her friend in Texas has brain cancer. She writes her a letter of encouragement.
Friday, March 25, 2005, 10:20 a.m., C.S.T.~
Dear Diane~
I was so happy to have heard from you, but at the same time, my heart bleeds with the news of your having brain cancer. I am so stunned I just don't know what to say or think!
I pray that you survive; the reason I say this is because I lost my beloved mother eight years ago to brain cancer, and whenever I hear of anyone having it or treat anyone with it, the memories come rushing back, and I still have a very hard time dealing with it. My dear mother suffered horribly with it, and by the time the doctors diagnosed it, it was far too late, and it was only a matter of a few short months before she became so very sick and then eventually died. But now there are so many advances that just weren't readily available when my mother was alive, so at least you have a chance of making it. I will most certainly lift you up in prayer, and I will mention you upon going to church tomorrow and again on Easter Sunday. I will also be at church tonight for Good Friday services, and maybe I will mention it tonight instead of waiting; this sounds like a dire emergency that must be attended to by our prayer team as soon as possible! So know that you will most certainly be covered in prayer, Diane!
I was also sorry to hear you hurt your knee; knee injuries are no fun! I pray your knee heals without incident and that you are off the crutches soon! You sure have had a hard time of it, haven't you? I am so sorry!
I am happy that the rough weather didn't hit you; it hit our area, but the further east you went, the worse it was. We had some small trees damaged by the winds, and some loose shingles; but our house was unscathed. But we got very little sleep, thanks in part to the howling of the winds, the tornado sirens, and of course, my twelve-year-old son's weather radio, which would emit a piercing alarm every five minutes, it seemed. We spent a good part of the night in our storm shelter/safe room that we had built into our basement, and we all made it through the storms unscathed. My one daughter, Ronee', who is also twelve, is currently sick with an arthritis flare, but she is determined to try to beat it and partake in the Cantata. She really worked hard to be in it, and she wants to be able to sing in it tomorrow and Sunday. I pray she makes it to the Cantata!
I have some majorly good news to share with you: our adoption attourneys, Margaret Houston and her husband, Steve, just called, and they said that our two little children from Sri Lanka will be here by next weekend; they have been cleared to come to America, and they will then be ours! I am so happy I could just cry! I heard from little Rani Kalpana, and she seems to be doing well! I just wrote to her, not knowing that she would be coming so soon, so she may get here before her letter does! Isn't that funny?? LOL Our little baby boy, Arjun Ravi, will also come, and we are all excited at the prospect of our future children's arrival into our family! So we have some major housecleaning to do; I don't want our future children to think that we live like pigs! LOL
I was happy to hear that your husband's disability has been approved! It is about time; it seems so silly to have to wait so long for it! I know it won't be easy until the disability kicks in, but I am glad that you have caring friends and a loving church family to lean on until then! I remember waiting for my disability, and also waiting for Bill's, but it sure helps in a pinch! We also get adoption subsidies for each of the kids, and that helps out a lot too.
I am doing much better with my back: my back hardly hurts any more, and I am still not used to not having the sciatic nerve pain running down my legs! I am about healed, and I will have this back brace for only a few more weeks, and will also use the cane for the same amount of time; hopefully once I get the back brace taken off for good, I can get rid of the cane for good too and walk unaided, just like I used to before my back started acting up several years ago! That would be sheer bliss to be able to go without the cane! :) The Lofstrand crutches I had been using prior to the surgery now sit in my closet in the hall, and there they will stay! I hated those durn things; they kept pinching my arms, and I would trip over them as I walked! They were getting to be way past annoying!!
Your description of Whiskers belting Little Red made me laugh; Little Red sounds a lot like my little Pomeranian, Cajun Gold. I also remember your mentioning in a previous letter that you have a Pomeranian named Rascal, but you neglected to mention him in this letter. Is he still alive, or did he die? What happened to Rascal? I hope he is okay, or if he DID die, I hope he didn't suffer! Let me know, okay? Thanks! I will be putting a picture of my baby girl on this letter; so enjoy!
Well, Diane, the phone is ringing again, so I will go now. I hope you are feeling better by the time you get this, and I will most definitely put you and your family on our prayer chain at Christ Community Assembly of God! God bless each and every one of you this Easter Season, and know you are all in our hearts and prayers!
Love you all!
~As always,
~In His Service, your Tennessee friend, Louie May. :)
Once again we, as readers, have the good fortune to be able visit your 'Den' as you serve-up another literary classic - we are truly blessed my wonderful friend!!
A lovely write dear Karen...you should combine some of these letters and make them into a children's book. They are very nice, and extremely helpful reading...Blessings, Michelle
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Friday, March 25, 2005, 10:20 a.m., C.S.T.~
