red jello

        My friend had cancer.  It was bad cancer -- the kind you know you may not see the other side of.  She had surgery.  It was bad surgery -- he kind you know could mean you won’t ever see home again.  After the surgery, she couldn’t eat or drink for a long, long time.  And then one day there was red jello.  My friend ate the red jello, and she cried.  That was the only way she could bear the joy of eating red jello. 


“Thou hast given so much to me,

Give one thing more -- a grateful heart;

Not thankful when it pleaseth me,

As if Thy blessings had spare* days,

But such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.”

George Herbert


*meager; scant