Five Minute Friday — Messenger

It’s Friday so it’s time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday… Well, actually it’s Saturday, but I was on the road most of the day Friday and literally plopped into bed with some appointments earlier this morning. So, it’s Five Minute Saturday this week.

You remember, here is where I link up with hundreds of talented writers (mostly gals) who share their thoughts in five minutes {more of less} on a specific prompt word, courtesy of Lisa Jo Baker ( and her talented cohorts.

The prompts have been challenging these past couple of weeks, to say the least. This week’s prompt — MESSENGER — ranks right up there. And of course, I had the benefit of being trapped in a car fighting wind, water and traffic to ponder where I would go with the word.

So, here goes … Time starts NOW

The light on the answering machines was blinking. Karen and i had just returned from a series of tests at the hospital and it was just after 5 p.m. We looked at the blinking light and reticently pushed the button. It was a message from her oncologist to call the office as soon as possible.

Damn machine. A messenger we knew of bad news.

We called but it was after hours and the service told us to call back in the morning. We did, promptly at 8 a.m. By 10 a.m. we were face to face with our messenger … and he was a messenger of doom. He received and reviewed the test results, confirmed Karen’s cancer and told us there probably was little we could do except make her comfortable during this final journey. He had a chemo cocktail regimen in mind, but … In the meantime, “do whatever you want this weekend.”

Fast forward three months. The chemotherapy was successful, but Karen was … STOP

… far from out of the woods.

And it inevidently happened. While the cancer cells shrunk in her lungs, liver and nodes — the chemo cocktail did its job — it actually grew in her brain. While we were able to sow that progress, the cancer returned with a vengeance. Again it was Dr. Doom acting as the messenger. I remember it vividly. We went for an appointment on a Tuesday morning when he told we were in the end stages … a couple of weeks, maybe a month at best. In home hospice was the call. She was gone by Saturday.

Messengers are sent to give messages of joy or sorrow. But the message — either way — is to change us. These messages from this messenger changed me. Karen was dying and my life was coming to an end,

There you go. That’s what popped into this mind this weekend on MESSENGER.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on goin’.

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4 Responses to Five Minute Friday — Messenger

  1. What a painful message!
    I don’t know how long ago this was, but I am so sorry for your loss. I read hope here, too, though: you thought your life was coming to an end, and life as you knew it did, but here you are, still alive and writing, able to recognize — and embrace? — the change.

    ~Your Five-Minute Friday neighbor~

    • It’s been five and a half years … yesterday. It is/was painful and my life as I knew it came to an end. But, I guess God isn’t done with me yet … so on I go. I like your connection to the Marathon. It’s about the message … “we are ambassadors for Christ.” Blessings.

  2. Ah, the messengers of doom. We are living with the beast known as cancer and it is very difficult and every day is a blessing and is precious. My heart aches for you.
    When I came over from 5MF, I was thinking of your blog title: Wisdom from a Father
    You are a messenger to me and to so many others who read and enjoy your blog.
    Thank you.
    Happy Father’s Day!

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