My Dad

My dad has had cancer for almost eight years, which is a bittersweet statement all together. I am proud of how hard my dad has fought through the thick of it all. He is still fighting, which makes me even more proud. About two months ago his doctor called him on a Sunday to have him come in on the next Monday, in order to begin more treatment. His caner levels were starting to rise again and they wanted to treat him with chemo again.

As my dad and mom braced themselves for the next fight I found myself in a calm peace. I can only account it to being a very special gift from the Lord. It was the calm I needed during a storm, which armed me with much needed courage to fight. Fight against fear. Cancer is not a sentence for death, but fear is. I have feared much during these last eight years. I prayed for more time with my dad and for more time for him on earth. I believe the Lord gives us all we need, we just have to choose to use what he has given us. I also believe the Lord answers prayer, not always in our means or timeline, but He does answer them.

The fight came with nine rounds of chemo, hundreds of ginger snap cookies to calm the stomach, and my dad soaked in prayer by those who love him. This fight brought his m-protein down from 2.2 to .02. The calm after the storm has come and we are slowly getting back to life as normal, with cancer, and still praying for many more years together.