Waiting seems to be what we do the most these days. Dad’s appointment with the surgeon yielded more waiting. The surgeon ordered a PET scan to determine whether the cancer has spread through his esophagus wall and into the adjacent lymph nodes. There are, apparently, indications that it has. Please pray it hasn’t!
Waiting is hard. We want to get busy fighting it. Yet it doesn’t change the coming treatment plan. Or the fact that God is still in control.
Dad will undergo 49 rounds of chemo, followed by radiation, followed by a full day of surgery where doctors will remove his esophagus. If all goes according to plan, the surgery will take place this summer some time.
Thank you so much, friends, for holding us up in prayer. Sometimes I’m able to leave it at Jesus’ feet. And other times I feel as though I’m going to suffocate.
Of all things, standing in church and singing of God’s faithfulness is the hardest for me to do these days. No matter how much I try to brace myself, the walls come tumbling down. And so do the tears. Not because I doubt God’s care. But because I feel it so deeply. Does that make sense?
And you are part of that care. Your words of encouragement are such a blessing!
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As for the giveaway of the book, Etched…Upon My Heart, by Jill Kelly, the winner is Penny. :) My youngest son picked numbers from a hat the no-frills-way. Congratulations, Penny! I hope you find it as encouraging as I have.