A friend at work had brain surgery in 2002 for a malignant brain tumor. 80% of the tumor was removed and her physician told her that even after chemo she only had 6 - 8 years left. A couple of weeks ago she began to feel numbness on one side. A scan showed that the tumor had increased in size, a lot. On Friday she had brain surgery and they discovered she has stage four brain cancer. As of 11:00pm last night, she had not woken up and had only moved her right hand a little. They know that she now has brain and nerve damage but they do not know how extensive it is. Her family could desperately use your prayers, she has two small children and they have no idea she's this sick. Thanks, Jenny

My best friend sent this to me and I thought i'd share. Some of you may have already read it...                                             
MOTHER'S empty CHAIR
 A woman's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray
with her mother.
 When the minister arrived, he found the woman lying in bed with
her head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside her bed. The
minister assumed that the woman had been informed of his visit. 'I guess
you were expecting me, he said' No, who are you?' said the mother. The
minister told her his name and then remarked, 'I saw the empty chair and I
figured you knew I was going to show up'
 'Oh yeah, the chair,' said the bedridden woman. 'Would you mind
closing the door?'
 Puzzled, the minister s hut the door. 'I have never told anyone
this, not even m y daughter,' said the woman. 'But all of my life I have
never known how to pray. At church I used to hear t he pastor talk about
prayer, but it went right over my head.' I abandoned any attempt at
prayer,' the woman continued, 'until one day four years ago; my best friend
said to me, 'Betty, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation
with Jesus. Here is what I suggest. 'Sit down in a chair; place an empty
chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky
because he promised, 'I will be with you always'. 'Then just speak to him
in the same way you're doing with me right now.' 'So, I tried it and I've
liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.
 I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty
chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny
farm.' The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the woman
to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil,
and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell
the minister that her mother had die d that afternoon. Did she die in
peace?' he asked.
 Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, she called me over
to her bedside, told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got
back from the store an hour later, I found her. But there was something
strange about her death. Apparently, just before Mother died,
 She leaned over and rested her head on the chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that? ' The minister wiped a tear from his eye and
said, 'I wish we could all go like that.'