How is it that life can change so quickly. I mean last Monday if you would have told me I would be dealing with this today I would not have believed you. Last monday we got a new puppy. A Mini Dachshund.....an early Anniversary gift from my hubby to me. We named him Murphy. He is totally cute and the kids love him.
We had just gotten back from a great weekend. We went to Dallas to see Jason's family and attend his cousin's wedding. We also visited Sky Ranch where my brother-in-law works and we went horseback riding.
So then came Tuesday of last week. We were looking forward to my brother's wedding on Sat and having a good day. I was sitting here as I always do during nap time and my mom came on and started to IM me. She was saying that Dad had went to the doc...which I knew he was going....(he had had a routine colonoscopy the week before and it was the followup visit). She said he got some bad news but he didn't want me to know yet. Well mom couldn't not tell me so she went on to tell me the doctor says my dad has Lymphoma. Okay cancer we can deal with that people have that all the time, take Chemo and live long lives after. After doctor appointments the rest of the week (and one today too) we have learned it's a rare form of Lymphoma called Mantle Cell. Dad starts Chemo on Thursday. He will have to have a bone marrow transplant in the near future and most things will take place at Baylor Hospital in Dallas (who would have thought I'd be going back there so soon). The outcome in all the research I've done does not look good. Best I've seen is 1 in 5 make it 5 years and if they go into remession it always comes back.
So we did have my brother's wedding....that was great! My daughter was the flower girl (did an awesome job) and Jason was a groomsman. Mom and I did the reception.
Now I'm left to go on living life with the busy things I have (college pancake breakfast sunday, quickly approaching VBS crafts that I'm the director of and many more) but yet how does life just go on knowing now my dad is going to be really sick as of Thursday. Is it wrong to ask God why?? I've always been the one to say things happen for a reason and God has a greater good for the trouble that we go through. But now that it's happening to us it's so hard to see that. I mean my dad is only 52 and all the research I have found is that it only happens to those in their 60s. And I need my dad here longer to see my kids grow up. And God I know you understand all you do and why things happen. I need comfort and peace b/c I am grieving and crying and not sleeping and I still have to keep on living and taking care of my family.
By the way I'm posting this all here b/c I have to get it out somewhere and I'm not ready to actually talk to someone yet. I also know most of my family does not read this (if you do please do not pass this on to my mom and dad).
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