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What Do You Fear?

07/28/2014

Ann’s voice on the phone was frantic:  “The doctors say my liver cancer is back and there’s nothing more they can do.  The whole family is wound up tight and nearly crazy.  Can you come and help us?” When I (Matt) arrived at Ann’s home, fear electrified the air.  I asked each family member a […]

A Friend Loves At All Times

10/28/2015

The following story comes to us from Linda Jameson, who cared for her husband Jim when he was battling cancer. Linda’s story is found in the book, The Miracle of Kindness by Jim Kok. A friend loves at all times, and kinsfolk are born to share adversity – Proverbs 17:17 “My husband Jim received many […]

How Are You Doing Today?

01/04/2015

Brian Mansfield is a writer for USA Today and was diagnosed with colon cancer at age 48.  Brian chronicles his life with cancer in a series of articles called, “My Semicolon Life.” Brian’s advice to caregivers:  Ask the question, “How are you doing today?”  The last word makes all the difference by differentiating the question from […]

Start With Compassion

10/14/2014

This spring, in the days prior to and especially following knee-replacement surgery, I was asked several times a day, “How would you rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?” Frequently, pained by uncertainty, I would respond with a mocking precision that puzzled the questioner. “3.63,” I’d say confidently, pausing for effect, “but I’ll leave it to you round off that number for your charting.”

My Constant Companion

10/09/2014

After I’d been out of commission for a few months, my pastor made a passing reference to “these chronic conditions.” I corrected him—my condition wasn’t chronic, it was just slow to abate. Now, five years on, I still don’t know what to call my dis-ease and wonder whether I will ever feel “normal” again. But my dictionary defines chronic as “persisting for a long time,” and there’s no denying it’s been a long time.

A Hurtful Label

After I’d been out of commission for a few months, my pastor made a passing reference to “these chronic conditions.” I corrected him—my condition wasn’t chronic, it was just slow to abate. Now, five years on, I still don’t know what to call my dis-ease and wonder whether I will ever feel “normal” again. But my dictionary defines chronic as “persisting for a long time,” and there’s no denying it’s been a long time.