It's been a weird week.
Hard to describe.
All day Thursday, I waited on pins and needles for phone calls revealing important medical test results for two of the people I love the most in the world. What are the odds that both of their results would come back on the same day?
The good news:
Geoff, (one of my best friends and practically a brother to me), has been battling extremely aggressive cancer for the last 5 years. The road he has walked his entire adult life is one that most of us can't even imagine. On Thursday, I found out that against all odds, he is finally in complete remission. I can't even begin to describe what amazing news this is! So many prayers, finally answered.
The bad news:
My sweet daddy, the coolest, most loving guy in the whole world, was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Honestly, I don't really know how to feel about it yet. I'm still trying to process it all. The great part is that they caught it extremely early, and there are lots of treatment options. The prognosis is excellent, and the survival rate for this kind of cancer is enormous. Basically, if you're going to get cancer, this is about the best kind you can get. But even with all of those reasons not to worry, I can't help it. I hate that I live 500 miles away. I hate the word "cancer" associated with anyone I love. I hate that my mom and brothers are worried and processing all of this too, especially Ian, who's only in the forth grade. So basically I'm writing this to ask for prayer. For complete healing for my dad, and peace for all of us. Thanks; it really means the world.