My Mom, Janet Porter occasionally comments on this blog especially when I’m being a chauvinist or telling tall tales about my childhood. She could use your prayers.
You might recall that she had a kidney transplant in 2002. When she changed anti-rejection medicine earlier this year she began to have a lot of health troubles. She was taken to the hospital last week with a variety of symptoms related to her immune system.
The doctors think that her immune system has stopped working. The current diagnosis is aplastic anemia (You can check the Wikipedia description here)
She will remain in the hospital for the near future while specialists try to get her immune system working again.
Thanks for your prayers.
I’ll keep her in my prayers, Dave.
Me, too.
Me know. I know a bit about living with messed up immune systems. Will remember you too – it’s hard being a long way away when these things happen
Thanks to three of my favorite blogger babes. You’re right it is hard to be far away. We’re hoping to arrange a visit.
Since I know something about being far away, I’ll pray for your mum, but also for you!
Let me know if/when you come to visit your Mom. I found a little hippo doo-dad the other day while shopping for school uniforms, and was wondering how to get it to you all.
And why do I have to be a blogger babe? Why can’t I just be a blogger?!!!? (See Dorothy Sayers Are Women Human? if you want the full rant
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David, last year a young guy in his early 20’s from our congregation was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. His family was told that he needed someone to be a perfect match to donate bone marrow – praise the Lord, his sister was the perfect match that he needed. The procedure took place and he is now living a normal life again and is back in college. There is hope! We will definitely be praying for your mom, and as Tim said, for you as well.
Ok i’ll call you a blog chick. That’s not sexist.
Thanks deb
I’m praying for your mother too. But don’t call me one of your “favorite blogger babes” or a “chick” either. Yes, we must pray for you also (because I’m not blogging anymore, for the moment, and something really has to be done about the denial of sexism). Look at the hippos in the rivers; they are not in such denial.
The equivalent of babe and chick for men is dude in my idiolect. Also man. Is the sexism attributed or inherent?
First time in my life I’ve been called a babe and I sort of quite enjoy it in my very English sort of French sort of pathetic sort of way.
(I feel a chardonnay induced non sequitur moment approaching when I think about the times when my non-flower loving husband brings me flowers – he understand NOTHING about flowers, the ones he chooses are normally half dead, but it’s still terribly sweet)
More to the point HOW is your mom?? And how are you? Hang on in there, hope someone can help pay for the air tickets
love
J
and dude btw is SO american whatever happened to that splendid word “bloke” or “mate”
And here is an even more wierd GB word for a man a “cove”
admittedly it normally goes with expressions like “he’s a bit of a queer cove” meaning wierd
I think I prefer bloke
and I am still looking for the female equivalent of bloke and blokishness
womanist theology just doesn’t yet have the same ring to it.
Why is it that the blogger dudes, blokes and coves never comment on this kind of post? I exclude Tim because he is whatever you call a male kiwi, at least by adoption. Anyway, may God bless your mum (in the spelling of her homeland) and send his healing power into her life so that she recovers quickly and completely.
Why is it that the blogger dudes, blokes and coves never comment on this kind of post?
Fascinating comment, coming from you, sir. Now, did you really mean not ever by your never? Or what kind of posts do you read really? Were your gendered qualities meant to be attributed or inherent, or adopted?
Jane, I know “cove” thanks to Bertie Wooster.
Thanks all for your continued prayers for mum and me. In a note to me she mentioned walking by the cancer ward and she said this:
“all you have to do is visit any cancer center or walk up and down my hall (I peek in the rooms and ask God to bless each person) – so many people suffering so much more.”
We won’t visit until January unless things take a turn for the worse.
Thanks again for prayers.
Sorry, Kurk dude, I should have recognised you as the exception that proves the rule. But it does seem that men are either less likely to pray or less likely to announce it to the world with trumpets, I mean, in a public comment.
Thanks for the kind note, man. Peter, you do make a good point also about those less manly men called Pharisees and their self aggrandizing public prayer practices.
(The truly exceptional human being, despite his sex, did respond fairly openly to his friends’ rather public pleas for some kind of heavenly touch when their mother’s were sick. Isn’t this David here just acting like that Peter back then and there? Neither is ashamed to ask for help for his mom. To be fair to Jesus, however, he didn’t have private email did he? And to be fair to us, he used hyperbole for trumpets, no? God judge our hearts, and heal us too.)
Kurk, don’t take me too seriously about the trumpets. After all I condemn myself with that analogy. Probably, as a very general rule, men pray less than women, but also I suspect they are less likely to talk about it, not because they are less Pharisaical but because they don’t want to be thought soft. After all, by the world’s standards real men don’t pray, they go out and save the world in their own strength. But it doesn’t work, which is part of the message of the film version of “Prince Caspian” which I finally saw yesterday.
A couple of prayer warriors of the macho persuasion have contacted me privately to let me know they are interceding.
I’ll be praying for your mom. God bless.