In two days, my Dad will re-check into the hospital to start his fifth round of chemo leading up to his transplant. It's been a hard couple weeks in some ways being home and it's been great too. I know we are all riddled with worry and frustration. I know we're all wrestling with our own demons unsure of what this next phase of the journey will throw in our face. For my Dad, I'm sure, it's the fear of the unknown that is his demon as well.
I do not know where we are headed, but I know where we have come from and we've been working towards this week with great hope and anticipation that Dad's body will find some relief from the disease through the transplant. With everything that can go wrong, might go wrong, should go wrong, all we can do is pray that it all goes right.
Keep us in your prayers, particularly next week.
Tomorrow we are celebrating Father's Day and celebrate is the key! The kids are thrilled to be going to Granpda's pool and even asked if he would get in with them (which he can't, unfortunately), but I'm sure he'll watch them. It's going to be a good day.
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