Diagnosis made Caryl part of a select group of
sixty-or-so individuals around the globe fighting with an extremely rare lung
disease. Doctors called it pulmonary lymphangiomyomatosis. From her diagnosis to her death, she
exhibited a strong and intentional faith, wrapped in the arms of a strong and
loving family.
She owned and operated a flower shop in our city until
forced to retire. Months of rehabilitation followed four corrective surgeries and
a lung transplant at University of Michigan Hospital. In between times, she
organized a greeting card company and raised awareness of the need for organ
donors and transplantation.
In addition, Caryl raised funds to assist with her
personal medical expenses. She spent additional time in an intensive
letter-writing campaign advocating for increased awareness for lung transplant
donors.
As to her own condition, she conceded, “I know God has
placed me on earth for a purpose. I look at it as a God-given opportunity.”
“She had her days,” admitted husband Michael, “but she
never wanted people to feel sorry for her.” I was just so proud of her, he
added.
Although making excellent progress, Caryl accidentally
choked on a pill one day, lapsed into a coma, and died unexpectedly at the
tender age of thirty-four. Wife and I first learned of her struggles through
her parents. We had become friends with the parents through a mutual friend we
each loved. Our occasional visits often
found us chit-chatting from table to table at a community restaurant enjoying
Sunday brunch.
Caryl’s parents occasionally shared prayer requests that
we carried back to our church family. They carried a heavy load of grief
throughout Caryl’s extended illness and ironic death. Yet, they repeatedly
shared with us the faith that made them who they were: “we don’t really
understand, but God is good.”
“A lot of people take the attitude, ‘Why me?” admitted
Caryl’s mom one day, and quickly adding, “Why not me; why someone else instead
of me?” The exended family hitched its hopes to that powerful North Star we
call faith. It was first expressed in Caryl’s Grandparents, dearly beloved and longtime pastors of a local Pentecostal
church.
The faith of this expanded family takes me back to those
decisive words of Catholic Theologian, Hans Kung, who described Christians as
“all those … for whom in life and death Jesus Christ is ultimately decisive”
(Kung/On Being a Christian/tr. by Edward Quinn/Doubleday/1976/125).
I no longer have occasion to cross paths with any members
of the Ted Flo family, and our mutual friend Jakeway went to his celestial
reward at the age of ninety-five. In the meantime, I hope when people remember
me, they will remember me for a faith that says, as Kung said so well, “for
whom in life and death Jesus Christ is ultimately decisive.” A real Christian
can hardly be described otherwise!
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