Rose knew that I was a big nut about being Irish more talking than anything. Afterall, she said, "On St. Pat's Day, everybody is Irish. I wanted to post the following comments as my St. Pat's day is somewhat sad. But, what the hay...
Hanging out at Mount Zion (UCSF) with my friend who is about to undergo radiation for the second time, having already gone through Chemo and surgery. I'm a little jaded whatever that means, I think what it means is that I feel so badly for my good friend that I am physically and emotionally wasted. We are talking about cancer, her cancer, the possibilities. What the Doc says, the future, the lack of a future. I'm doing my best to be encouraging when in a sense I need encouraging. I do voice this however, i. e., how I feel. And, for whatever reason, it feels good to have said it. We are frank and talk possibilities.
There's kind of nowhere else to go. I've never forgotten what my seminary professor and mentor, Dr. Boyce, said to a class of would be preachers once: "Sometimes your sympathy is so great for someone that there really is nothing left to say." I THINK SO. jda
