Thy Will be Done

This week was kind of rough for me. I have had a  pulled together demeanor for the most part, but early Thursday morning, as we got ready to take Dad for his scan tests, I lost it. I think all the stress of his health, my health, Mom's health...everything, culminated to hit me all at one time. Deep sobs took over and even though I knew facts and details, emotions could not be controlled. I had no recourse but to call in the reserves.

So I posted on Facebook, knowing that I had many family members and friends who would rise to sustain me and my family. The outpouring response was more than I imagined and I cannot thank everyone enough for lifting us up to the Healing Master. I am positive that those prayers that God heard were directly responsible for us getting through the day as well as it went.

I also believe that the residual blessings of God continued through the weekend. The next day Mom said she got him to sit on the back porch for about an hour and he even filled a bird-feeder for her. This, from someone who has given up on trying to live and function, preferring to await death from the confines of his favorite chair.

Dad's response to Prostate Cancer is a sad thing to see. He is someone who has always been so strong and capable, inventive and determined at whatever challenge he faced. Something has happened to tamper with that desire. My big fear is that sedentary living will take a toll and should he have a change of heart, it would be too late to pull back from the brink. Muscles will atrophy quickly when you sleep continually. Eventually he might not have any choices and won't be able to get up and do.

Please continue  to pray for him. Pray his heart is changed to face the challenge and not to give up. Pray that the cancer has not spread and can be treated. There is still a lot of living to be done before God makes the call to come home. God's will is to be accepted and welcomed. I just don't think he should be running towards it right now.