Local ‘Tidbits’ Editor Is In Trouble and Asking For Help
Have you ever watched, “It’s a Wonderful Life” and wondered if you would spring to action to help a friend like the community of Bedford Falls did when George was in trouble? We’ll here’s your chance to test yourself.
Curtis Combs, a Pasco resident, is the editor of the local publication Tidbits. His wife Dee is in the hospital this week with a huge tumor in her abdomen. The Combs don’t need money, but Curtis would like to fill Dee’s room with as much love as he can to give her strength to fight for her life.
If you’re a fan of Tidbits, this is your call to action. Send a letter, send an email or send a Christmas card. She’s too tired to receive telephone calls, but other forms of communication are greatly desired.
Here’s the email sent to family and friends (edited for online publication):
Currently, my wife Dee and I are publishers of the Tidbits newspaper in Eastern Washington and Oregon and I am very, very tired; not because of what I do for a living, but because of the battle I currently find myself in. And I am writing to you to ask for your help, currently I am occupying a hotel room, adjacent to Virginia Mason Medical Center, in Seattle, Washington. And out of my room window I can see a huge wall of hospital rooms, but one room in this sea of human struggle is of particular special interest to me. You see, in one of those rooms lies my wife! And in her window there twinkles a small, plastic, poorly-made, battery-operated Christmas Tree that is “Made in China.” It’s a little beacon of no particular interest to anyone but me! On Dec. 6, as it so happened my birthday, my wife who has cheerily been dealing with Multiple Sclerosis for the past 12 years was found to have a tumor. This tumor, ovarian in nature, is estimated to be about the size of a basketball and may weigh as much as 50 pounds. We had no idea this thing was residing inside her, I thought to myself as I stared at its image, “This is a Death Sentence!” My wife, being the eternal joyful, optimistic, smartass, that everyone who knows her has come to love, says to me later, “Sorry Dear that this is all I got you for your birthday, maybe next year I can do better!”
I would like you to send my wife a simple card, or an email of encouragement, and perhaps even a prayer if you are inclined to believe in a higher power, because I want to fill her room with as much love as possible in order to give her the best fighting chance to beat this thing.
So who am I? I am just a man, and frankly an unworthy man at that, but, “A man who has come to the realization that the only redeeming quality that I have is that I am married to my wife!”
Do Not send money; that would only cheapen the message of this letter. We need your love and encouragement much more than mere money.
Curtis R. Combs
Please address correspondence to Oma D. Combs
Virginia Mason Medical Center
Attn. Oma D. Combs, Room 1575, Bed 1
925 Seneca Street
Seattle, WA 98101
Or Follow Dee’s Story on the web at: www.caringbridge.org/visit/deecombs