Sometimes I am simply at a loss for words. I have shed so many tears in the past few months. I love that the Bibles tells me that the Holy Spirit can translate those cries of sorrow, those groaned prayers where no words can be formed, and whisper them to my Father in Heaven.
The week Papa Don went to Hospice House, my daddy, whom my kids call their Papa Clay, found out he had cancer in his lung. It was such a fluke deal, the way they found it, and totally a God thing. He was having his torn meniscus repaired, and the tech “accidentally” did a full body scan instead of waist down. That is how they found the cancer. I say “accidentally” because I know we can all praise God for that part!
The doctors have since removed the top lobe of his right lung, in a super painful surgery, hoping they got it all. (Stage 1)
Now, tests show the cancer is in his lymph nodes too. (Stage 3)
Next comes a word I hate….
I watched Chemo slowly take our lively Papa Don from us, so I would be lying if I didn’t tell you, that I am terrified of walking the same path again. All while trying to remain faith-filled and believing cancer CAN be fought against, and won.
Thankfully there are lots of natural options and Sunshine Clinics in Florida, that believe in rebuilding the body and immune system, while destroying the cancer. There are amazing supplements out there, to rebuild the body while its being bombed with chemo and radiation, praise the Lord!
The children are worried, I hate to see the knit brows, the tears, and having to answer the hard questions they are asking about their beloved Papa Clay, all while trying to adjust to life without Papa Don in it.
Paxton asked me with such sorrow the other day, if the Florida Papa was in Heaven too. It will be good for him to go hug his Papa and see him this summer. You better believe I am doing everything possible on this end, to get ready for a cross country trip so that can happen. If school was already out, I’d ALREADY be there………..
We are asking Jesus for a miracle…..
Please help me pray!