My father is a 15 yr liver transplant survivor, which in itself is AMAZING, and we are eternally grateful for those extra years. If I look back and think, I NEVER expected him to walk me down the aisle, and he did, NEVER thought he'd see grandchildren, and he has 9, including my two whom we thought we'd NEVER be able to have children. So, in retrospect we HAVE been blessed. Needless to say, a few weeks ago he was taken to the hospital for what he believed may have been kidney stones, only to find out it MAY be Lymphoma. Our family is currently trying to process A LOT! But, we pray and have hopes that everything works itself out, he is in the hands of the medical professionals and the Lord.
I may not have always had the best relationship with my father, but he IS my daddy and this is killing me. I try to be strong. Strong for my daughters (who I am coming to terms with the fact that they MAY NOT remember the man I called dad). Strong for my brother and sister, who are trying to process this the best way they can. Strong for my MOM, who I'm sure is living her own personal hell right now watching her companion going through all this and knowing life will NEVER be the same again, and Ultimately strong for my DAD.
Thank you all, for understanding WHY I haven't been blogging these past few days.
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