Well, I guess that you could say my dad received a good report and a bad report today. I tell you what, reading the words they use on those reports doesn't make it very easy to understand. Words and their meanings...BIG words that I am not sure of their meanings!
But out of all those BIG words, there was one word I understood...cancer. Dad said the doctors are calling this cancer...very early stage, though. The mass does not look to have matastasized (spelling?) so they will be sending him to a pulmonologist next week for a biopsy and further evaluation. Mom and Dad both came over tonight as I fixed supper to explain to Jan and me what the doctor said and what it all means. I watched carefully my dad's face as he went through the explanation of it all. And I wondered if he could sense my nervousness. (I hoped he didn't.) He's been through alot in the last few years, and I have faith that God's not finished working in his life. (Or mine) It's been almost two years ago that I wasn't sure I could believe in anything and especially in what was happening in my dad's life and addiction, another word I have begun to try to understand. And why it had happened. It began much like this situation has begun...with shock and fear. Yet, through it all, I can honestly say there is an overwhelming sense of peace as there was two years ago. Peace that I know can only come from my knowing and believing that God's got control of it all. There's a reason for this, I keep telling myself. And if there's something good to come of it, I pray God will allow my eyes and heart to be open to His plan. It could mean that I may never see the good that will come of this trial we face, but that won't stop me from believing that good will come. Cancer...it's a word I'm still having trouble processing at the moment, but just like addiction, it's probably got something to teach me about what it means.
Thank you for your prayers.