Today was day eleven. We got told biopsy results would take seven to ten days. What they meant was eleven. Give them eleven days to make us wait and then call with devastating news. Day eleven. Dad has cancer. I don't like day eleven. I've never so strongly hated one tiny word, cancer. I sat sobbing into the phone while Dad tried comforting me, backwards really, unless you know Dad. That's what I keep thinking, this world truly is a better place because he's in it, so I'll just keep praying for him to get to stay. Pray for Dad. Pray for Dad.
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I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad. I wish him the best and for sure will pray for him.
Oh Juanita,
I jumped on your blog and was so happy to see a new post, and then I wanted to cry when I read that new post. I am so sorry to hear about your Dad, and I will keep him in my prayers. Love you!
I am so, so sorry to hear this. I'll be thinking about him and your family.
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