Musings on theology, technology, family and whatever strikes my interest, from a onetime theologian and occasional CTO.
Monday, January 14, 2008
My 91 year old grandmother has been a warm place inside of me since before I can remember. That warm place is leaking out now, leaving bitter, salty tracks down my face. I just got word that she's been diagnosed with late stage ovarian cancer. We don't know how much time she has left yet.
We're waiting to hear from the oncologist, but in the meantime, the entire family is planning to descend on southern Oregon tomorrow. Please keep us in your prayers.