Welcome to th ewonderful world of contracting . As many of you know my DH changed jobs in November. He is working for company T -- that send contractors to differnt companies. matt was at a company with a 6month+ contract, unfortunatley the numbers had them eliminate the entire department he was with. Company T is already looking fo r something for him, and his great reccomendations from the company he was workign for. W e would like a bit of jobma~~~ that something new shows up quick. ( and maybe some calm ma~~~ as we learn to live with the world of contracting )

So that worrying symptom my grandmother was having may be cervical or uterine cancer. She's having more tests done tomorrow and will learn more by next week, but she's 95, almost 96, so we're not sure what will happen next. She's had a long life, and I'm not going to wish to exend it beyond what will be healthy and comfortable for her, but I do hope that whatever comes next is as peaceful and easy for her and my mom, her primary caretaker, as possible. -ma to that effect would be appreciated.

So. Here's the thing. Lucy slipped, or fell, or banged into something. And there's a chance the cancer cells might have weakened her bones or it just might have been a bad spot or whatever. But she's broken a bone that connects the femur to the hip socket and the only fix is a fairly major surgery and a pretty brutal recovery process. And I - can't do that to her. Can't put her through it, not after all of this. So this is it. End of the road. Tomorrow I let her go.

One of the students at my school, a senior who I know well though I'm not teaching her this year, is in intensive care and may not make it. She had a congenital heart defect and went into serious cardiac arrest this weekend--if she makes it at all, she will have some brain damage at the least. This student is one of those amazing young women who is so motivated and so bright that I don't even know how to adequately describe her. Her passion is Classical literature, and she has won the state Classics competition for the last four years straight, has mastered Latin, and has been studying Ancient Greek as a independent study for the past three years. She's well into graduate level work already. She's got an amazing sense of humor and a humble, yet unique, perspective on the world.

Her little sister--who is equally bright and amazing-- is one of my students this year, and she and her sister are the best of friends. I cannot imagine how difficult this is going to be for her.

I work at a very small school--each graduating class is only 70-80 students--and the impact this is having is devastating. I ask for some of your strongest ~ma for this family and the school. They need a miracle.

Please send some healthy colon~ma to my Uncle Ray, who's back in the hospital not 48 hours after being released from his initial three-week stay for surgery on a ruptured colon.

I'm requesting some job~ma, please. My position is going on the budgetary chopping block.

I'd appreciate some health~ma for my dad, please. He's in the hospital with what's probably pneumonia. As he's 82 and fighting lymphoma, he's not in the best of condition to deal with this.

My need for the collective power of the Buffistas has never been greater.

23 years ago, through a sequence of events related to the greatest adventure of my life, two people became the best parents to me that anyone could ever ask for. They took me into their hearts and into their home with open hearts. I'd never really known that kind of love before and it healed me in more ways than I can articulate.

A little less than 2 years later, I moved in with them for 6 months so that I could establish myself on the east coast.

I lived with them for 7 and a half years.

Since then, they have always been there for me. Always.

Gordon, who is 96 is an oak of a man. A solid Vermonter who slept outside every single day of his 40 year marriage to Niki until last year. He has declared that 97 'is it'. But today, he is having a procedure to drain fluid from a mass in his lung and may have to have surgery to have the mass removed tomorrow.

He said 97. We need him until he's ready to go and today just can't be that day.

Please hold him and Niki in your hearts. She's ready, no matter what happens. I'm not. I never knew that until I started typing this post. Please, please done let him go today.

Follow-up: Gordon has made it through the surgery that drained a liter of fluid from his lung. He is confused and combative because of the discomfort connected to an oxygen mask he is required to wear.

Poor Niki has gotten precious little sleep and has to bear up under her Shining Knight's vulnerability and having to watch him be tied down for his own good.

He will be in hospital for 7 to 10 days recovering.

With humble gratitude for your kind words and thoughts, I would ask that you continue to keep them in your hearts. Any spare healing, calm and strength ~ma, gratefully received.

Update from the parents of the student I wrote about earlier this week:

We should know a little more tomorrow; we are supposed to have a conference with the care team. The news to this point has not been good. They indicate that they would expect to have seen more progress to this point so they are concerned that this means permanent damage to her brain. We still really know nothing to this point so we will continue to hope and pray.

I appreciate all the support we have received. I am concerned about the emotional toll this may be taking on some of her closest friends. This is an extraordinarily difficult situation and the physical appearance of [Student's Name] at this point must be terribly upsetting for them to see. There may need to be some form of outreach to help them manage their emotions.

[Student's Little Sister] will be especially hard hit. I believe to this point she is denying the reality to some degree. This is hard for all of us but perhaps hardest of all for [Little Sister]. I'm not sure yet how we will help her but I know we will need to be very sensitive to her emotions.

I'll give you an update tomorrow. Keep the prayers and hope coming.

I'm just...this is awful. I don't know what to do.