I was whining to my sister earlier this week about all of the changes at work and after going on and on for at least 10 minutes, I wound down and started to end the call.  I was at the point of saying goodbye when my A.D.D. kicked in and I asked her if she had heard about my daughter in law’s uncle.  She did not know the details so I proceeded to give a blow by blow of the prognosis.

Ron Smart went to the Dr. last week because he had a lump in his neck that was making it hard for him to swallow.  The initial verdict was that he had esophagus cancer.  They did an exploratory surgery on him early this week to discover it was not esophagus cancer.  It is stomach cancer that has grown up into his esophagus and voice box.  The two treatments were chemotherapy which has a 10% survival rate or surgery to remove his stomach, esophagus and voice box.

I told a few other people about Ron during the week but never immediately after whining about my troubles.  Speaking the words out loud within the same 5 minute time span quickly changed my perspective on the so called issues I have.  My head cleared up and I started to count my blessings and name them one by one.

Ron starts a stringent course of chemotherapy tomorrow.  He will take this for 5 days and then have 2 weeks off before the next dose.  Prayers lifted up on his behalf are coveted.