Dad continues to do well despite the fact the chemo side effects should...well, be in effect.  It's still early yet but if now is any indicator of how this process is going to go then the outlook looks quite bright.  Praise God!

 

 

 

Lest you think my last entry about Dad has left me despondent, fear not.  While definitely shocking I am (mostly) at peace with things because my dad is at peace with things.  So many good things have happened because of the cancer.  So many people's lives have been touched because of my dad.  So many blessings created out of tragedy, how can I stay upset?

 

Dad came home from the hospital last Saturday.  We went to chemo this week (his second week of it) and all seems to be going well.  Though he was sad about learning he'll lose his beard due but now he's okay with it and even plans on shaving his head at the first sign of fall out.  Actually he looks better than he has in the past couple of months.  His strength is back, before the diagnosis and treatment simply walking exhausted him almost beyond what his body could handle.  His color is back too.  He had been gray for so long I had forgotten what he should look like.

 

And Christmas was beautiful.  My aunt and uncle came down from Phoenix to join us and my in-laws.  Everyone cooked which is a big deal because my dad is the chef and the kitchen is his kingdom.  Instead dad walked around giving advice thoroughly enjoying the togetherness of making dinner.  Talk was fast and free flowing and the love for each was tangible.  It really was lovely and a Christmas I won't soon forget.

 

 

 

Merry Christmas!!