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Not all fun and games

I sincerely apologize if I get any of this information wrong or if I should not be writing about it, but I feel compelled to mention that today I learned about a very difficult situation a teammate of ours is going through. This morning Rebecca had a poster for everyone to sign, for Lori. Lori swims in Lane 3 and is married to Dave, who swims in Lane 1. Lori is very pregnant, and is due to give birth in the next few weeks.

Last week(?), Lori got out of the pool one morning with an irritated eye. Before the next morning's practice was begun, she was told she had intraocular cancer, and she had lost an eye. Word is that she is currently recovering physically. Emotionally, I can't imagine how hard it would be to face such a shock and loss, especially in the days spent anticipating giving birth.

I know that everyone on the team will have Lori and Dave in their thoughts and prayers. We'll all be hoping that this is the last they'll have to deal with the cancer, and that the birth of their child goes smoothly.

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