Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day my daddy goes back to the VA (For the millionth time) so he can speak to Dr. Safar about the results of his CT scan, and his chemo. He has had a hard time with the chemo building up in his system, and is hoping to get on a different schedule that isn't as often so he will have an easier time dealing with it. He is quite a trooper, and not a whiner, and there's really no way for us to know how yucky he feels because he doesn't complain. He keeps a lot of that to himself, I think mostly because he doesn't want his life to be centered around his illness, and I admire him for that. His cancer does not define him.

We are still praying that the chemo he has taken has done some good. The dr's have been less than optimistic about that, but my dad's been pretty positive that he thinks it is better.

If it isn't, that will be a terrible blow, and I don't want to think about it. I can say that I value his opinion on what he wants to do as far as his treatments, and I will not involve myself with that in the least. I know him. When he says enoughs' enough, it IS, and I will respect that. I want him to have the most normal, fulfilled life possible, for as long as possible, and we are all working towards, and praying for, the same thing.

HEALING.

August 13th is his 62nd birthday. We WILL rejoice in the day and be glad in it!!