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Thank you, Carol, for hosting my tale of changes with my dog Stormy. I’ve reproduced the post below the fold for my subscribers who may not otherwise get the link.
I talked to Steve before he left his hospital room this morning. Brave approach to losing his foot. We really need to turn up the prayers now, critical next few hours of surgery and recovery.
Please, Lord, Bless my friend Steven. He is in need of healing and love and I humbly ask that you strengthen his system to fight this infection and give him the wisdom and toughness to take his new circumstances as easily as possibly. Lord, please comfort his wife Holly as well. It is never easy for us humans to see our mates in pain and she’s been through a lot this year. I ask this in the name of your Son, Jesus of Nazareth.
Full volume folks, take a moment right now. He does listen!
(Many thanks to all of you who are already praying. I know from the phone calls and emails that it is a coast-to-coast effort.)
This post will be short and to the point (I’ve got little steam after the operation last week but I’ll be posting tomorrow.)
I need every single person who reads this to stop right now and pray for my friend Steve. Yes, the one who spent the month in a coma.
He’s facing the amputation of that foot in the next 48 hours. It’s probably the only way to keep the infection from killing him. Turns out they only stunned the bacteria, didn’t kill them. They’re lurking in the bone and could take off any day. This is truly life-threatening.
He’s taking it well enough. His wife is having a harder time. Both need your prayers.
I will be brief today. For the first time in almost 20 years I will not be at the cemetery to honor my comrades. My knee just can’t take the hobble after the surgery. And consequently I will not be speaking to the crowd for the first time in over five years at Resurrection Cemetery.
That makes me a bit sad. I love and cherish my comrades, known and unknown, who gave their all to keep me free. I honor them no less due to my physical condition, but today I must do it from my home.
Please take some time today to honor the men and women who gave their lives to keep us ensconced in freedom. They paid a heavy price. Do not let it be in vain. Fight for your rights. Fight tyranny. Fight oppression. Fight injustice.
While old gimpy is sitting on the floor eating Percocets and whining about his boo-boo, I got the passwords to this thing he spends his time on when he should be petting us. He looks shocked from the flash, doesn’t he?
The big guy
Pathetic isn’t he? But we wanted to tell you that he’s really funny to watch with 1/2 of his legs down and out. Combine that with his … chemical situation, and it’s a hoot to watch him contemplate the stairs.
In the meantime we’re enjoying his concept of being prepared: he made sure he had a bag of treats within reach and Kip is providing him with fluids. A bowl of water is more sensible but he likes Coca Cola.
He appears to be mending. Today he actually made sense for a few minutes. Probably won’t last. Edzell would add to this but he’s sleeping. That’s not exactly a news flash.
Edzell in his natural state.
Well, I’ve got to go out before it rains. Later. And thanks for all the requests to see more of me on the blog. It makes more sense than reading his drivel.
One final note – there are few things that scare a little girl like me than a 350 pound one-legged drug user swaying around as he heads toward the kitchen. I’ve got to really be alert this week! I look up and there he is – it’s not a pretty sight. Who knew he could be so stealthy?
