Right before my caregiving journey, I found out that a dear lady and her husband (parents of Pedro’s students) were in the midst of their own cancer journey. He had prostrate cancer—and his health and healing became a matter of daily prayer for me—even during my darkest hours. Even though… Read more“Miserable Comfort”
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Booting Bumbling Bildad from the Room
The well-meaning man of God sat in the chair opposite from me, vacantly watching the nurse take Pedro’s vital signs. Pedro’s eyelids drifted down as the morphine took effect. I could use a shot of that stuff, I thought. Then I could escape this insufferable visitor without seeming rude. The… Read more“Booting Bumbling Bildad from the Room”
