Him

I am completely overcome with grief. No one can prepare you for the diagnosis of cancer for your parent. My dad has been in the hospital with prostatitis again since Thanksgiving. Then, on Friday we heard the diagnosis I had been praying not to hear... cancer. It just takes the wind out of you. I thought the baby was just going to pop out of me as the doctor spoke, as it was like a stab in the stomach. He has been so ill it is indescribable. And this part is not related to the cancer. We can't even touch the topic of trying to treat the cancer until we get through this infection. To see a strong man be taken down by all this is all too disturbing. I think I lost ten years of life myself this past week. I know God is with us, but it is a lot to bear. I don't think I can say much more about it on here. It is all too emotional to share. Thank you for praying for him.

Ugh

Sorry no pics or updates lately.
Why?
-My dad's PSA is elevated - warning for prostate cancer. He will have a biopsy Mon. with results after that. (Please, please, please God, don't let it be cancer).
-Sarah has a virus, and it has not been pretty. Her lips have been swollen, and it looks like a bad botox injection.
-I am huge. As if I do not know it already, please universe of polite people, do not rub the belly and proceed to tell me how large I am, do not exclaim I must be having twins, and do not patronize the short girl that looks like a stuffed turkey.

This too shall pass.

Thankful for it all, bad and good... That I do have a wonderful man, a blessing of a daughter, the best dad in the universe, another little miracle on the way, and the abundance of beautiful gifts God has given me... Plus, I can't say that I minded snuggling under a blanket with my girl all week, and ignoring the cold and snow and world outside us.

A not so happy Sarah on Sun. as the week of illness begins...
Mid week, resting on her daddy trying to get some comfort... note the large lips....

Chris's new project that he started this week. He is painting and fixing up the bathooms. Bye bye blue bathroom...

Baby brother

I give kids less credit in terms of knowlege... Sometimes, I think of Sarah as a baby who doesn't understand everything yet... but it amazes me how some things she just seems to know. Out of nowhere. One of those things is to kiss and pat my belly when I say, "Where's your baby brother?" to her. I have no idea how she picked it up that he is in there, but I sure hope it is a sign that they will be close siblings!