tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654781.post115842070588794522..comments2023-05-31T10:10:09.781-04:00Comments on Don Spencer's Artifacts: An Unwanted Journey - Day 0298 - StoriesDon Spencerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09812331053850930421noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654781.post-1158533048154496532006-09-17T18:44:00.000-04:002006-09-17T18:44:00.000-04:00You got me thinking that it was finally time to ad...You got me thinking that it was finally time to address "the God question" explicitly, something which I did on Day 0299. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for sharing the story about your father and his experience with cancer. I wish I could have known him. And I really understand what you mean about focusing on others. It took time for me, after surgery, to get to that place once again where other people were on the radar. <BR/><BR/>I do hope that those who read my blog are deriving benefits. From private correspondence and the occasional comment online, I think that it is. Thank you, once again, to The.Yurkiws for writing.Don Spencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09812331053850930421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654781.post-1158464551487362062006-09-16T23:42:00.000-04:002006-09-16T23:42:00.000-04:00For all that cancer is a horrendous disease, we al...For all that cancer is a horrendous disease, we always have to remember that our story is not ours to determine. My father, who died of cancer a number of year ago, is one whose story was larger than his disease. He was an Anglican priest, diagnosed with prostate cancer and given 6 months survival. Being an obstinante man, he lived 4.5 years, during that time, he was a chaplin at a vet hospital as he served during WWII. I remember one day at the cancer clinic seeing a number of medical students looking at his xrays and being asked their opinion of his condition. They all felt that he was on death's door. In fact he informed everyone, after his oconolgist asked what his day was going to include, that he was going to leave the cancer unit that day and counsel the vets and staff of the vet hospital about the significant changes that they were going to go through as their physical plant was changing. At the time I was shocked and scared that he was not focusing on himself but on others. Later, I was to realize that sometimes when we focus on others, it gives our body a chance to relax and heal (if only a little) itself. Don, your struggle has had an impact on a huge number of people, and i applaud your forthrightness about the ordeal. Although you might not realise your impact, I am sure that it is huge.<BR/><BR/>Sharing your experiences can be trying, I am sure, but know that some one out there is finding comfort and strenght through them.<BR/><BR/>God's job for you in this life is not complete. Continue on your journey!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com