Today marks the start of week 3 of dad's treatments. To say this process has been difficult is an understatement. Having to watch someone you love be so exhausted and defeated is a gut wrenching feeling; however, we try to celebrate the good days and persevere through the bad. Dad is already starting to lose the taste of everything and his throat has become very sore. We weren't expecting to see these effects so suddenly so that makes me nervous for the remainder of treatment. Today he got his second round of chemo but that came with a slight challenge. His kidneys weren't able to tolerate the medication that is preferred so we had to switch to something different. We will continue to believe in good outcomes despite this setback. Thank you to everyone who has been praying for our family. Your prayers are felt every day. Please continue to pray for healing and strength as we continue through this journey, as it will continue to get worse before it gets better. Psalm ...
The Summer of Storms. The title says it all. This season of life started about two months ago with a phone call from my mom saying your aunt has breast cancer. I asked a lot of questions, mainly about medications (because what else would I be asking about), but I made a conscious effort to stay strong in the moment. But the minute I hung up the phone and said the words out loud I lost it. I questioned so many things and constantly wondered why. As I began to accept what was happening, the rain came again. About a week later one of my best friends called to tell me about a lump she had found in her neck. Not long after that she texted me to say she has cancer. Once again I asked many questions but continued to wonder why. I asked God why this was happening to everyone around me and what did they do to deserve this. Fast forward a few days and my parents are talking to me about an antibiotic my dad started taking so of course I asked questions. He had found a lump in his neck, which...