I wish it weren't always 10 pm when I have time to myself to collect
my thoughts and write. Unfortunately, this seems to be the only time I
have to get anything done that isn't laundry, dishes, nursing the baby,
taking a shower, bathing the twins, or breaking up arguments between
them. By the time I get to this point in the day, it's always a battle
over the things I know I should do (spending time with my hubby, reading
and praying, sleeping) and the things I want to do, like putting my
thoughts down in print.
I have a little time tonight,
so I thought I would share what's been going on that is consuming most
of my mental and emotional energy right now.
My dad has
always been a big guy. Not just tall (he's 6' 2" or so), but large.
He's always been over 200, and in the past 10 years since his parents
died, his brother died suddenly, and he had two major injuries that kept
him from working for months at a time, he has put on many more pounds.
He got up to just under 500 last summer and injured his back from
carrying all that weight around.
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Last October, after he had lost about 15 pounds preparing for his surgery |
We prayed, prayed, and prayed some more
that he would seek help for his weight problem, because they refused to
do anything to help his back due to how heavy he was. He couldn't stand
to be on his feet, which is what his job requires him to do every day
for 8 hours, so as soon as he got home he would plant himself on the
couch and only get up to go to the bathroom and bed. He couldn't play
with his grandchildren because he hurt so badly.
I had
mentioned to my mom several times about bariatric surgery because I knew
at least 4 people who had undergone the procedure and had amazing
results. Finally, my husband and I got up the courage to talk to Dad
about it, and even brought over some brochures to share with him from
one of my friends. He was thinking about it, as a last resort, and
decided to look into it.
Praise God, in February (the
day after our first ultrasound for Samuel), he had gastric bypass
surgery and everything seemed to go great. He lost over 200 pounds
between last summer when he went to the informational meeting and
started making changes and when we moved in July. Then he started having
trouble keeping food down.
He had a minor procedure
done to stretch his muscles, which is somewhat common after bariatric
surgery, but after the 2nd time having it done, he was still having the
same problems. It got so bad that he would vomit even after having just
water to drink. This went on far too long (nearly a month) and he was
becoming dehydrated, so he finally admitted himself to the ER at the
beginning of October. After a week of being on IV fluids and running a
few tests, they started looking for other causes of his vomiting and
found his white blood cell count was high.
We learned a
few days later that he has stage 4 stomach cancer, which is apparently
treatable but not curable or operable. He started chemo yesterday and is
going every 2 weeks for 6 months to fight it.
This has
been heartbreaking, especially after all that he's gone through to live
healthier. He looked so good this summer, better than I can remember
him looking since I was little. He had energy, he walked with his head
held high for the first time in many years, not shrinking back because
of his weight. He played with his 3 grandsons and most importantly, was
not in pain. After the month of failed attempts at rectifying the
issues, now he looks almost eerily thin, his muscles are weak and
deteriorating and his skin just hangs off him.
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One year later, just after learning about his cancer |
My mom is barely hanging on. She is so
strong, because she has to be, but I know it's killing her inside to see
him go through this. She is a Christian, so she has her faith to help
her through, but we are still not sure whether Dad is truly saved or
not. We have presented the Gospel to him many times, have prayed with
him and for him to know and have an eternal relationship with the One
True God, but we have never gotten reassurance that he is in fact saved.
If
you are the praying type, please say a prayer for my family. For my
dad, for complete healing and for his spirit not to be broken, and for
his salvation; for my mom, that she has the energy to keep encouraging
him and to help him get through this. Thank you so much and God bless.
I will post about the boys' birthday soon, but I just had to get this out there. Thanks for reading.