Most Beautiful Day

Most Beautiful Day

Only I can appreciate most fully all of the things done on my behalf over these last four years. I think everyone finally got what I wanted so desperately to communicate. Thank you for giving me four more years to enjoy you and my grand-children. We now had concrete proof that the doctors, medications, love, prayers and sacrifices of all had somehow worked. They impacted our everyday life in a way that brought us to our knees and we were witnesses of the work of the Holy Spirit. I don’t care of what religious or non-religious persuasion you may be. I don’t care that you are or are not having difficulties with your faith, but we together witnessed something very unique that busted our bubble as to having all the answers involved in life itself. Last night, I went to a lecture at Pacific Lutheran University given by Dom John Crossan. He is the fore-most recognized Jesus scholar in the world today. He has turned history about Jesus upside down. One of the items he touched upon, were the miracles. He spoke of the miracles with incredible simplicity. All were witnesses of unexplainable goodness. His best friend was so dead he smelled to high heaven and yet he still returned to life. I would not dare speak of miracle in my case. All I wished to do was to stop in a moment of time and re-invite my family and friends to revisit as witness what was now happening in my life. Four years ago we shared the news that I would be dead within a week and today the tests and all else seem to indicate my cancer is in remission.

Prior to my day of celebration I met with my two key experts, Drs. Vanbuskirk, and Cox. I saw Cox at 9 am. After a battle with my Gall Bladder from 2 am. I’ve never experienced more intense pain. At 7am, I refused to return to the emergency room, which would have been my third visit. All, rather traumatic for me. Again, at 7am I agreed to my patches being changed which were of no help in relieving my pain. I took 5 Oxycodins which gave me relief, but by that time I was an emotional wreck. Dr. Cox saw me immediately and spent most of the morning with me. He sent me for another scan, talked about a Gastroenterologist, and wanted me to have another test called a Haida, that exam fell through the cracks when it required me to remove my opium patches for in excess of eight plus hours. Dr. Cox thought that to be totally unacceptable. This afternoon I called Dr. Hofstroph’s office to move the process forward.

I’m sorry for the side-tracks which I blame on my medications. Tara and her family were in town, Jessie was not there four years ago, but she is no less a contributor to my physical turn around. Her healing gifts are priceless and like all the others, it is impossible to be in their presence without having your morale rise sky-high. Tim and Debi provided the wine for toasting. Jim dug deep down and came up with a great recipe that was devoured and actually spoke up and said special occasion. As I did, four years ago, I asked all to listen, so as best I could tell them how much I loved them and how thankful I was to have them love me so deeply. How, is it possible for one person to be so gifted. I feel so selfish in having so much love while so many others are so starved by the lack of love in their lives. Some are so starved that their illness just destroys them, when they could so easily be turned around by a kind gesture or a spoonful of food given by a loving hand. I’ve got to stop here before I get lost again. I’m writing this to extend myself out of that room to the so may others who so unselfishly loved me in their thoughts, prayers and good works. Pray that I don’t spoil the gifts given and not desperately try to find ways to pay back the remainder of my days. I just talked with one of my doctors and she’s sending me to a surgeon. It looks like the gall bladder is coming out.

With all my love.
Frank Kabisch