This past summer was a challenging and emotional summer for me. It seemed every time I turned around something was going on…my best friend left home, my finances were horrible, I could not find a job, I couldn’t go home. The hardest thing of the summer was when my father was diagnosed with sarcoma, cancer of the tissue. The day he had his surgery was the same day I moved from my house to my trailer. I was thankful to be busy, but it was still hard not being with my family. I have to admit, I asked God so many times “why” – why someone who has served the Lord for over 30 years could have cancer, why it had to be my dad, why I had to be here. It wasn’t until my pastor preached a message on trials. That the Lord gives them to us for a reason.
My dad went on chemotherapy. The first week was hard, I was worried, biting my nails, not being focused at work. I called home constantly making sure my dad was okay. The months past. I was wanting to see my family soon—so I didn’t have to drive. The Lord made the way for me to see them at Thanksgiving. My seeing my dad with no hair was hard.. but no mater what he is still the most handsome man ever.
This week my dad finishes his 5th round and Lord willing, his last round of treatments. After he completes this round of chemo he will have various tests and CT scans to make sure everything is negative (which I don’t get why they say negative when you want something to be good :) ). Thank you to those who have prayed for dad and my family.
God is good and faithful and He will never give me anything too big that I cannot handle on my own~