Late last spring, I learned that E, the husband of my old friend J, was diagnosed with leukemia back in March. E has managed to fight off several recurrences, including at least one close encounter with his own mortality. A few weeks ago, there was much celebration because E went home to J and his kindergarten-aged daughter, mostly to gather strength and increase his numbers in preparation for a stem-cell transplant. The doctors have been doing regular tests to measure his progress. As late as last Friday, his tests showed that he was sailing free and clear.
Yesterday (Sunday) he awoke with a sharp pain in his shoulders, and after some agonizing hours and some calls to the doctors, they decided he'd pulled a muscle. This morning, he went in for testing just to be sure, and it looks like the disease is back in full force. The doctors feel that they've run out of options for E and are now saying that at the outside, he has just a few more weeks.
I offer up my hopes for peace, comfort, and love on this next part of E's journey.
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