…is my Daddy’s birthday.
What a victory. A year ago, we were settling into the reality of a lung cancer diagnosis.
Last May, we awaited the results of a fairly complicated biopsy. If negative, the surgeon would proceed with the removal of part of his lung. If the biopsy had been positive, they’d have sewn him up and we’d have tough decisions to make.
Well, the biopsy and surgery were extremely successful. Daddy has made a miraculous recovery. No chemo. No radiation. His lung capacity is better than it’s been in years. A recent PET scan was oh, so clean.
We’ve been to two Razorback games this season and were all 3 amazed at how easy it was for him to walk from the car into the arena and up to our seats in the rafters.
So tomorrow is a very special day, indeed.
Thank you, Lord (and Lou) for taking such good care of my Daddy for all of us who love him.