I don’t have to know each of you personally to know that you are good Christian people who love the Lord and each other, and always do what you can to help someone in need.
In this letter I am asking you for something. Recently, Seth and I went to St. Dominic’s Hospital in Jackson for one of my regular after-cancer checkups. Thanks to the Good Lord I got a good report. My doctor told us we wouldn’t have to come back for six months.
After my appointment, when Seth and I were checking out, I had to sit down and wait for him to finish. While I was waiting, I noticed a young man coming down the hall. He sat a couple of chairs from me.
He asked if I was there for a cancer treatment, and I told him I had been through with my chemo and radiation for a good while, and I was there for a regular checkup.
I asked him if he had finished his treatments, and to my horror he said that he was in Stage 4. Talk about me wanting to crawl in a hole.
He didn’t say what kind of cancer he had or how far it had progressed, and this was one time this ole girl didn’t ask. I think I was in shock.
He had brownish hair, he was tall and kind of slender, and he wore dark-rimmed glasses. He said his name was Steve, and you’ve probably guessed the reason for this letter. That is prayer, prayer, prayer. Please say a prayer or two for Steve, because from what he said and what I saw, he’s going to need them.
— Debbie Touchstone, Jayess
