December 09, 2005

A knee, if you please.

One of our frequent commentors around here (and e-mail correspondent in private) who goes by the name of Steevil just received word (in a most inapt way, I might say) of some health problems.

Steevil, whose real name is Stephen and whose claims to fame include being a NASA rocket scientist, a Moron Project Leader Extraordinaire (i.e., he has a sailboat), and being the brother of Dr. Weevil, has been quietly wrestling with a couple of health issues for a while now, and has received some additional news that seems to indicate yet more difficulty in the coming months.

UPDATE! 10:45 a.m. I AM COMPLETELY WRONG! No big surprise there, but upon further word from Steevil, it seems that I was under the wrong impression. He received a form letter from one of the medical offices, and I thought it meant he actually DID have something much worse wrong with him than just having a sailboat, and that his doctor just hadn't had the chance to tell him yet. Silly me. HOWEVER, despite Steve's request, I'd still like to ask you all to keep him in your thoughts anyway, because he's STILL not quite back up to speed yet from his current malady. So there.

AND, as you all know, my good friend Miss Francesca will be undergoing surgery next week, and she, too, is in need of encouragement.

Thank you.

The whole thing with Steevil's note does remind me, for some reason, of the old joke about the guy who left his cat and his mother in the care of his neighbor before going on a trip. Upon his return, he asked how his cat was, and the neighbor blurted out, "Your cat got hit by a car and died."

The man was obviously heartbroken and in shock at how tactless the neighbor had been in delivering the news. "Next time, try to be a little more caring! Say something like, 'Well, your cat climbed up on the roof, and we tried to get her down but couldn't,' and then when I ask what happened next, say something like, 'she hopped down, and a dog chased her into the street,' before just coming out and saying she got hit! Okay!?"

Having unburdened himself of this sudden sad news, he then asked his neighbor where his mother was. "Uhh, well, she's up on the roof..."

Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 9, 2005 09:14 AM

Save your prayers for Miss Francesca. In my case, a referral to a medical oncologist had me worried, but it turns out she's also a hematologist, and the referring doctor wants her to look at some results of some lab work he ordered.

Posted by: steevil at December 9, 2005 10:41 AM

Steevil, I'll be praying for a quick and positive resolution to your health issues, and for peace and encouragement for you and your wife. Please keep us posted on how things go.

Terry, thanks for the good wishes and the additional call for prayer. I appreciate you more than I can say.

Posted by: Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady at December 9, 2005 10:48 AM

Sorry about that, Steevil! I know you've been through some difficulties, and I just thought another one had cropped up. I'm very glad it was just a paperwork snafu.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 9, 2005 11:02 AM

I have a good friend who sings a song called, "The Good News is the Bad News was Wrong." I'm glad that was the case with Steevil, but I will still pray for both of them.

Posted by: Kathy at December 9, 2005 11:11 AM