[Magdalen] An update or two; + a small prayer request.

[Judy Fleener]

I'm praying.

On Fri, May 20, 2016 at 10:31 AM, Marilyn Cepeda <mcepeda514 at gmail.com>
wrote:

> My prayers Mike!
>
> On Thursday, May 19, 2016, M J _Mike_ Logsdon <mjl at ix.netcom.com> wrote:
>
> > 1)  Work has been going rather well, mainly because I've been feeling
> much
> > better lately, so I'm getting my assignments done in more than a timely
> > fashion.  Plus, my boss had a talking-to by our division chief about "How
> > not to talk to [Mike]", etc.  We're a good team, when I'm not being
> trashed
> > on a daily basis.  Funny, that.
> >
> > 2)  Once my shin and feet ulcers started showing clear signs of healing
> on
> > their own, I opted to go a bit beyond the instruction to put the
> steroidal
> > ointment on the Neosporin-rash, and actually put it on everything, ulcers
> > included.  Within 24 hours, I had the clear vision of being able to forgo
> > bandaging and wear nothing but white socks again, within a couple
> weeks.  I
> > even go un-bandaged from after work till morning, when I re-bandage while
> > watching MNSBC before work.  And, the nodules just under the skin are
> > subsiding, noticeably.
> >
> > 3)  Prayer request, basically.  The appointment next Thursday with the
> > hematologist has gotten me more worried than heretofore, and I imagine
> I'm
> > merely now experiencing personally what my dermatologic docs are
> > experiencing in their professional capacity:  Just what the hell has my
> > white blood count up so goddamned high?  I feel better than I've felt in
> > months, so clearly I'm not beset with a massive infection of sorts.  High
> > white blood count generally means only one thing (right?).  And with my
> > family, and personal, history ... I'm even starting to have "cancer
> > dreams".  Granted, in the best one so far I was actually quite calm about
> > facing a short time to remain above ground, and even looked forward to
> the
> > End.  But, still.  Dammit.
> >
> > And it didn't help that my 84-yr-old apartment manager told me today on
> > the phone, seemingly (sic) in passing, that he has advanced prostate
> > cancer.  "...Oh?" says I; "Treatment?"  "Don't know yet."  Eerily
> similar.
> >
> > I genuinely feel like shit right now.  But I also felt compelled to
> > share.  My apologies to the rank and file.
> >
>
>
> --
> Marilyn (Owens, Palmero) Cepeda
>



-- 
Judy Fleener, ObJN
Western Michigan