Here in Boston's North End, I have a wonderful landlord. He's lived here all his life, and the building has only two apartments (not including his on the ground floor). The poor man had a serious stroke a few years ago (he's 51 now) and has to deal with serious handicaps---slurred speech, loss of full use of his hands, difficulty walking, etc. Still, through it all, he is always thankful of God's blessings (and for his sister, who lives with him). He is a very sweet man, always says hello and always glad to help.
I saw him at Mass last Sunday, and he seemed a bit down---said he'd been sick. Well, he found out today what was wrong---he has pancreatic cancer.
As some of you may know, pancreatic cancer is the worst form of cancer. Survival rate after 5 years is less than 5 percent, and the average life expectancy after diagnosis is 3-6 months.
Prayers for him.