Half empty or Half full?

Those of you who know Earl, also know that he is one of the most positive people they have ever met. Probably much of that attitude has been formed by years, no, a LIFETIME, of battles. First was his battle to live, being born premature. Then, at age 2, was his battle with his appendix that had burst. Then, of course, was the battle of being (probably) the shortest kid in class, the shortest kid on the baseball team, the shortest boy who was asking taller girls to the Prom. He has the scars of IV's & the scars of an appendectomy, but the "scars" from his height have only made him stronger. (Oh yes, and he HAS the baseball trophies and Prom pictures)
He is convinced (at least in front of me) that he will beat this, and, I have to be too. I know that mental attitude has much to do with success; I learned that from my husband who is consistently towards the top producers at Aramark, as he was when he worked for Jay's Potato Chips. He knows that he can sell to his customers without being overbearing and pushy, and they respect him for that. I do not know anyone who does not admire & like him.
Which brings us to the age-old question: Why me, Lord? Very simply, we know that bad things happen to good people, and sometimes good things happen to bad people. I know that this has awakened our faith, as it does to many people in their darkest hours, and we know that God will only give us what we can handle.
On the day-to-day side, he still has eaten much less in two or three days as most people do at a normal meal, let alone Old Country Buffet. Even though the morphine drip has been out for 24 hours, things do not taste good to him. He says, "those eggs are nothing like yours" or "there is not even any color to that" (the Farina). I can't wait to get him home today and make something he can eat & likes.
I'm at the Rush Library again - it is quite a walk back to the room. I don't want to miss the discharge instructions. Earl's cousin, Jeff Reinert, is coming to drive us home. Jeff said he could probably also fix our "crashed" computer. Jeff is the one that dropped everything last year to build the Pergola over our deck before Jonathan's open house.

Thanks again for all the cards and e-mails from everyone. The kids brought cards to Earl yesterday when they came up. After they left, he looked at all the cards again. I had my back turned and I suddenly heard him cry. (probably only the 3rd time in 31 years). I turned & held him & told him we WILL get through this. He pretty much matter-of-factly said, "I know that" - "that is not why I am crying". He said he never realized so many people cared about him and were praying for him--all the offers of help, etc.
To him, this is just one more "battle".