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Dustin Lance Black gives thanks for prayers
I posted earlier this week about Dustin Lance Black and his brother Marcus making a journey from Michigan to their mother’s home in Virginia for Christmas.
Marcus is ill with cancer and Lance had asked for prayers for his brother.
Earlier today, the Oscar winning screenwriter posted an update. Here is an excerpt:
More than a few times over the past week, between packing and doctor’s appointments I stopped, opened up my laptop and read my brother some of the kind words folks have written. He can’t always say what he’s feeling, but more times than not tears rolled down his cheeks. Those wishes and prayers have given him renewed resolve to keep fighting this thing. Hell, he even walked into the house this morning on his own two legs — no wheelchair, no walker, no cane — so maybe that Christmas miracle has begun.
Thank you all so much.
Merry Christmas,
Lance
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Lexxvs says:
It makes me sad that life cruelties, when strike, make no difference. Sometimes target the most wonderful loving people in the same way they do to the hateful and harming ones. But I realize the stricken good people incite waves of empathy, love and support, multiplying those good feelings and also the very knowledge of what it’s really worth in life. As in a message to make us all appreciates our loved ones because no one has guarantied a certain time on earth. I really feel the pain of these guys, the one who’s battling and the one who’s hoping for a miracle. But obviously is from Dustin that I almost kind of feel his ache as if transmitted directly through a wire, what makes my heart even sadder. Hope for the best possible for them, whatever the outcome.
Mark Hetherington says:
Dear Lance, I witnessed cancer up close & personal at the age of 14. I watched my best friend die, inch-by-inch, all with a wicked and dark sense of humor. It was that humor that got the both of us through that. He knew he was going to die, yet his sense of comedy, funny things, even off-color, persisted to the very end. Please tell your brother – no matter what the outcome, one can always find something to laugh about or someone to laugh at. The difference between the ‘schlemiel’ and the ‘schlemozzle’is: the ‘schlemiel’ is the one who spills the hot soup. The ‘schlemozzle’ is the one upon whom the hot soup is spilled. Be the ‘schlemiel’. Peace, Mark
2201 East says:
My Mother died of cancer at a relatively young age seventeen years ago. Other women who were in about the same shape as she from her support group still are alive. Let no one tell you cancer is a death sentence at any stage. One of the most beautiful things about my Mother is she would be the first one to tell you that and believe me she would have meant it!!! My prayers for you and your family.