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

[Ginga Wilder]

Praying, Mike.
Ginga

On Fri, May 20, 2016 at 2:11 PM, Marion Thompson <marionwhitevale at gmail.com>
wrote:

> Prrayers always, Mike.  Here's to feeling more on top of the darker
> thoughts.
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> Marion, a pilgrim
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> On 5/19/2016 11:37 PM, M J _Mike_ Logsdon wrote:
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>> 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.
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