Prayers for Pappy

My father in law had his follow up MRI today (after having had Gamma Knife Surgery several months ago to combat some cancerous brain tumors).  We were praying for GREAT news.  His CT Scan came out clear last week (as Eloise would say, "Woo hoo!")... so a clear MRI would've been the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately, the news is not so good.  It's not the worst... but it's still not what we wanted to hear.  Though the tumors have shrunken... there is a new one that is right by his brain stem.  That is a very sensitive area... so treatment is limited.  We are going to get more info about his pending treatment in the upcoming days.

The past few months have been a whirlwind, having a new baby and dealing with a toddler, issues with our vehicles and house, etc.... all the while watching Cory's dad seem to age at a rapid pace.  Radiation to the brain does that to a person.  It's not an easy thing to watch.  I am the type of person who pushes things to the back of my mind.  It's not that I don't care, it just seems to be my coping mechanism.  If I pretend it's essentially not there... I don't drown myself in stress.  Whereas Cory has it at the forefront of his mind... and it just eats at him every day.  Maybe that's part of how we balance each other out.  The next several weeks, as plans for treatment are made, we are asking for your prayers.  Cory's parents are scared.  We are scared.  And we don't want Gene to miss out on the lives of his precious grandbabies that give us all so much joy.

This evening, Cory and I were by the fridge talking and Eloise was sitting in her seat waiting for us to clean her up and get her out after dinner. She says, "I pray for Pappy"... and I just barely acknowledged her by saying, "Yeah, we need to pray for Pappy," then continued talking to Cory. I looked up a few seconds later to see Eloise with her hands clasped and her head bowed onto her hands saying, "Pray for Pappy... please Pappy get better.. Jesus name, Amen."

 In spite of it all... you have to smile through tears when your 2 year old sits at the dinner table and prays for Pappy all on her own.