Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Our friend Beth • The last time I wrote about Beth, I had her permission to talk about her recent diagnosis of cancer. I
didn’t ask her permission this time. But, if you know Beth (Breithaupt,
who works here at the newspaper), you know she won’t care. Besides,
sometimes it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Beth
had liver surgery Wed., April 20, at Johns Hopkins Hospital in
Baltimore, Md. She’d already undergone several months of chemo in
preparation for the surgery and had not had a very bad reaction at all. She had nosebleeds, her feet hurt walking and, of course, her hair came out. But she never lost her glowing optimism, her cheeriness, nor her boundless faith. I’m writing this part of this column on Wednesday, the day she had her surgery. And, I’m delighted to say that I’m not going to impart any bad/sad news! As
of 1:45 p.m. on Wed., April 20, Beth had part of her liver removed and
ALL of the cancer cells -- alive cells and the dead ones from chemo! And
the doctors were confident that they’d gotten it all! The news has to
be good and totally positive for a doctor to be confident! I’m sure I’ll add to this column as the week progresses. Can’t leave it this short anyway. And I can say, with heartfelt thanks to God, that Beth doesn’t have a life expectancy anymore -- she has life! • As of Tuesday, 3 p.m., Beth is recovering well, not happily, but well, at the townhouse in Baltimore. Thank you God! • How many 15-year-old girls do you know who want a chicken coop for their birthday? I
know one. Mere turned 15 Saturday and her adopted grandparents, Sonny
and Marion Pryor, gave her something she has wanted for years and years
-- her very own chicken coop. And to top it all off, three chickens
were inside the coop! Last year, Marion and Sonny began the tradition of birthday parties at TWW Ranch (Time Well Wasted). It’s
become a favorite -- chicken, grilled with Marion’s secret marinade
(call her, she’ll give you the recipe), and hot dogs. Sometimes
hamburgers, but the chicken and hot dogs seem to be the absolute
favorite. Mere suspected she was getting a
chicken coop, as she’d read some of her mom’s texts to Marion. And the
anticipation was killing her! Papa can build anything and he’d whipped up that coop in no time flat! He sure made his “red-headed stranger” a happy teenager! |