Wendi {at random}

After reading Mom's blog, I'm finally ready to post this: 

My dad has cancer. Yes, it sucks. 

Throat cancer. 

Right next to the vocal chords.

the big 

C.

He started his chemo and radiation therapies about 3 weeks ago. The chemo wears him out, and he does have a couple of rough days afterward. But the radiation, so far, seems to be just a few minutes of his weekday afternoons. His energy is waning, but his spirits seem to be up. 

Funny how God works. 

I've always loved my mom and dad. Adored them. I often just praise God that he gave me THEM for parents. Especially when I think of the alternatives out there today. 

But the big C has forced me to reconsider how I show them I love them. So I'm making it a new priority to call more, mail more, pray MORE.

Here's a picture of Dad taken the day after he learned of his cancer. 

He loves his dog, Hokie. 

And I think he does indeed find hope in the small treats of life. His puppy. His family who loves him more than ourselves. His garage. :) (You should see this place. A garage with central air, a few rugs, a couple of recliners, a TV/DVD/VCR set-up, the old kitchen fridge. And who knows what else.....) 

I pray that Dad continues to relish the small treats he's dealt during his therapy time. He's about half-way through it, so he may indeed have a loooong way to go with more downsides than ups. But God will provide him the strength he needs to endure the recovery; the eyes to find the small treats and grasp them, hold onto them and relish them; and the faith to believe that he will get better. Yes, Dad, I do believe that with all my heart. You're gonna be just fine.