Max is Back. For How Long?

Just got back from playing ping pong. Max, our 82-year-old leader, was in the hospital for three weeks. He has a tumor, his kidneys got infected and nearly shut down, things don't look good. But he was playing, and could still whip me. We played for a while before he lifted up his parka and showed me the colostomy bag. Hmmm. I felt guilty hitting balls past him, because it was painful watching him slowly amble to retrieve balls. But at the table, his reflexes are plenty good. "I'm still as good as anyone in Fort Wayne, any age," he told me.

I'm not sure of that. I've been going to a well-developed table tennis club on the other side of town. Lots of really good players there. There are a few that I think could beat Max--not in his prime, but now. Which shouldn't seem like such a big deal--young guys ganging up on an 82-year-old with cancer and a colostomy bag. But there are some.

After the others left, I hung around to talk to Max. It's the first time I've seen him since before he entered the hospital. He said he hasn't been in the hospital since World War 2. Pretty fortunate. Now a bunch of things are hitting all at once. I sense that he's lonely. I know he has at least one son in town, but I don't know if he's close to anyone. He just seems alone. If he didn't have an athletic outlet, I get the impression he would just shrivel up and be gone. I asked him if his hospital stay went well, if they accomplished what they wanted to accomplish. He just smiled and said, "Oh no. This thing isn't going away."

How do you live with that?

On the way home, I pondered on whether I should have had prayer with him. Just say a little prayer on his behalf, him and me, the only ones left in the church. That's what a minister would do. It doesn't really fit me--it's not something I would normally do, just have spontaneous prayer with someone who needs it. But maybe I should. Whether or not it "fits" me is irrelevant.

Maybe next week. He needs to feel less alone. I think the fact that I, at last, hung around and inquired--with genuine concern--about his condition at least counted for something in his mind. Probably most people don 't know what to say, figuring his days are numbered. And they are. But he needs people to come alongside him. I'll give it a try.

Posted on February 8, 2005 06:52 PM|

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