At the hospital...

As a child, I always thought of my Dad as invincible. Dad could do anything! He taught my brother and I how to backpack, ski, whitewater canoe, and camp. You name it and my Dad always was able to do it. He learned how to scuba dive in his late fifties.

His faith has become invincible as well. I have personally seen my Dad grow into a stronger Christian through his life. Dad is looked up to by members of his church. You can just tell by talking to him that he has a personal relationship with God.

The last month, Dad has had issues with constant diarrhea and constipation. Dad finally was admitted to the hospital on Wednesday to begin a series of tests. Dad is never sick. In fact, I can never remember him being in the hospital for my entire life. Three days and much crying later, we have found out that Dad has a tumor, right above his prostate, that is restricting his bowels.

Now for those of you who don't know, Dad already has terminal Prostate Cancer. There is a high likelihood that this tumor is Rectal cancer.

How can this happen? How can a man that is never sick end up with a tumor and cancer? Why do these things happen to such a good man? What are we going to do?

There are so many questions, and yet no answers.

Psalm 68:19
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.

Lord,

Take this burden from us. We know that you are in control. Dad is going into surgery right now. Be with the hands of the surgeon. I praise you for getting us through this far.

Brie!