When you get the news you dreaded

Well we got the news we've dreaded. It's cancer. Stage 1, which is the best type to have. It's the smallest area, the best shot at full recovery.

But it's cancer. The day mom got the call that she needed to go into the office to talk about the pathology report we knew. Her Dr calls her to tell her what he can so if it had been clear he'd have just called. My heart sank when she said, "We have to go in to see him. He said we have to talk about the results."

Oh Lord. Help me keep it together. Keep fear at bay. My toughest battle.

I put Mom and Dad into one car and I followed them in my car. I cried the whole way to the office.

Then I stood in the corner while the doctor explained what comes next. I started taking mental pictures, first of Mom then of Dad. Then I pictured all of the times in the last two years that they have stood by me bravely. It clicked that its my turn to take care of them. My turn to step up and listen to the directions. I can do this.

Lord help me, we can do this. We've lived through a lot worse than this. So will y'all pray for Mom? And pray for the logistics involved in her going to do radiation for 6 weeks, five days a week. Thanks y'all.