I fully expected to post about my amazing vacation that I was able to take last week, until I got a call late last night from my mom. By now you know she resides in Hawaii, and she said she was flying home tomorrow because her Dad (my Grandpa Phil) was refusing surgery for something else that has come up because he was afraid he wouldn't make it through it. Truth is, he's probably right.
I told you all a couple months ago that he has been battling throat cancer for some time, and this time when it came back, they said its terminal. He started chemo and radiation to prolong his life, but since then has had many, many more horrible complications.
He's going home from the hospital today, to return home, gather his things, and go to Hospice. I'm angry, I'm scared, and I'm hurt. I don't want him to go. He's too sweet a man to go so soon. Although we aren't that close, I want him to know the Lord. I spent a majority of last night in tears, and in prayer. I know that some of you who read my blog aren't very spiritual, but if you are, could you please say a prayer for him and my entire family?
It would mean everything to me.