Dad has made the decision not to try chemo but to enter into hospice "s care. It is interesting his thoughts on hospice but I think we realize that each path that he would take ends in his passing....one holds the promise of a lot more pain and discomfort and the other holds the desire to make him as comfortable as possible...not to speed up death but to walk beside him in this journey.
For the past several days, we have collectively each been on our own individual journeys. Each coming from our own perspectives. My brother with the desire to fight and extend dad's life as long as possible. My dad with the desire to not to make a decision because, frankly, each of the choices are crappy. And myself, who believes that God numbers our days not man. Three different views each grounded in faith and love for each other.
God found us common
ground this morning as my father gathered us together in prayer....him
on bended knees. Slaton started the prayer and my father closed.
The journey is real. The moments ahead promise to be difficult yet the God we serve promises to never leave nor forsake us and with that we hold steady. He provides in all the details from us here to Trav in Nicaragua. He covers us.
Thank you for continuing to pray and walk this journey with our family.
Love you all.
The journey is real. The moments ahead promise to be difficult yet the God we serve promises to never leave nor forsake us and with that we hold steady. He provides in all the details from us here to Trav in Nicaragua. He covers us.
Thank you for continuing to pray and walk this journey with our family.
Love you all.
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