God

Months

No one likes receiving bad news, even those of us who are unnaturally accustomed to it. I remember sitting with my dad when we met with his oncologist back in 2007. My dad had been battling lung cancer for about…
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Just Call me Lazarus

Before you scoff at that title, let me explain. While God did not literally resurrect me, I’ve come eerily close to death on more than one occasion over the past three months. If you don’t believe that, just ask my…
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The Million Dollar Man

  When I was ten, I loved professional wrestling like my many other kids. Sting and the Ultimate Warrior were my favorites, and of course Hulk Hogan when he was a good guy. I didn’t like Randy “Macho Man” Savage…
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Hard to Swallow

Coming Soon: this blog is moving to jeffreydcole.com.  Watch for the announcement! I was walking up to from the parking lot yesterday to the Berea Hospital ER entrance.   There was a slight incline and I was out of breath by…
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A Blog about the Blog

If you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right.  This has been a principle of mine most of my adult life.  If my name is associated with a project, then my personal standard is excellence. This…
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Stem Cells and Salads

Last week Christi and I traveled to see my doctors at MD Anderson.  I had not been there since October.  This visit was markedly different, too.  Last time, I went by myself and was able to negotiate all the obstacles…
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Killing Locusts

A swarm of locusts is relentless force that destroys everything in its path, leaving a wake of destruction, desolation, and death.   Like a plague of the Old Testament, the enemy uses “locusts” to try to steal God’s blessings.  Problem is,…
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Out with the Old, In with the New

A year ago yesterday Christi and I boarded an airplane bound for Houston for a chance to save my life. Twenty-one days later, the chance came when I had a stem cell transplant. It’s been a very rough year, but…
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Looking for an Answer

This has become an unwelcome yet all too familiar routine. Squinting to see, well, anything, hands shielding my face from excess light. Living an upside-down daytime nocturnal life, shades closed and sheets covering the window. Sitting on the couch like…
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