Cancer didn’t change my plans
When the doctor told me I had prostate cancer, I think he thought I would react with some sort of nervous denial, or shock and horror. I had none of these. I was 80 years old. In my work around the world, I’d seen many wretched situations. I’d learned to compartmentalize bad stuff in some corner of my mind, and it now applied to my own situation.
I just said to my doctor, “So what’s your plan?”
I also asked myself, “So what’s MY plan?” The doctor’s plan was 40 radiation treatments. My plan was to return to Africa one last time. Mary and I moved to Kenya in 1963. We raised our children there. We wanted to visit the Cal Bombay Ministries’ projects. We also wanted to say our farewells to the people and places that have meant so much to us over the years. Recovery from the cancer treatments was slow but steady. In November, I was ready to return to Africa. Mary and I travelled with our daughter Elaine, and Mary’s nephew and wife, Stephen and Brenda.
Gardens, Good Friends and a lot of joy
It was an amazing trip. We first went to northern Uganda to visit the refugee settlement. I wanted to see the Gardens of Hope project firsthand. I was overwhelmed by the effectiveness and enthusiasm of the participant families. Their happiness made me happy, and once in a while, I came close to weeping.