Wow. Two years ago today we were sitting in Dr. Jhett's (renowned lung doctor at the Mayo clinic in Rochester) office when he told us that indeed dad does have lung cancer. Tomorrow we would find out what kind.
When I think of it, my stomach begins to churn, and I am reminded of how desperate we were, how prayerful I was, and how surreal each and every day was following.
But today, exactly two years later, I call home to find my dad outside, splitting and organizing his firewood pile for next year. "It was such a mess," they tell me!
Wow...what a great phone call!
Dad is doing great. He is still in remission, still blessed by God, and though changed, he is still very much my favorite dad. Cancer HAS changed him. He is cautious, slower, thinner, and living in fear. But he is also alive, watching his grandchildren play hockey and with dolls.
I have changed too. I am busy, a bit of a hypochondriac, and unfortunately...and I don't know why...I am less prayerful. For that I feel so guilty...I have taken it too much for granted our precious gift of healing. Of course, I say prayers every day...I pray for health of my own family, as well as for yours...but it lacks the desperation-if you will-that it used to have. I don't know...maybe this is a good thing????? Mom says I worry to much...hmmm....I know I get that from her.
Anyway...these are just my ramblings....two years later...
Let it give you hope...let it give you peace. Untreated Dad was looking at best 6 months - by the way...this was through our own research...nothing the docs told us...they only EVER had hope and still do.
Blessings,
Jen