A close friend of mine, Mike from St. Petersburg, just found out he has a cancerous mass on his kidney.
Mike has recently gone through the loss of his wife of more than 40 years, and his spirits were already pretty far down the drain.
They both awoke one morning, Nancy said she needed some sort of electrolytic sports-type drink because she wasn't feeling well. Mike got her what they had left in the house and Nancy said she'd like a little more. Good old Mike made a quick trip to the store--no more than 20 minutes--and when he returned, Nancy was already growing cold.
Now, he is faced with this.
Mike is a member of Gun Owners of America, has a carry permit, and is an all-around good guy. Haz knows him and had the priviledge of helping him get a nice little Russian sidearm for his very own.
Mike goes in for a PETSCAN today, and surgery the first of next week. Docs are expressing "guarded optimism." But that's just another way of saying "we just don't know."
I know the power of prayer, and I am asking each of you to put Mike in the list.
Put me on there, too, please. Between losing Lady Haz, her best friend Cathy, then Nancy, and my own Mom riddled with Alzheimers, I am really feeling the burden.
Thanks, all,
Crusader Rabbit