The Goods, the Bads, and the Uglies

Good?  What do you do if it's cold and rainy outside? Well, my boys like to go outside, set up a tent and sit in it. They couldn't do it by themselves so dad helped them.  They got the tent all set up and dragged at least 10 blankets into the tent and settled in. They had plans to sleep there all night. What kind of a mom lets her kids sleep in a tent on a cold rainy night? Come on, I knew they wouldn't last more than an hour. To prove my point, 15 minutes into "Tent Time," the sprinkler came on right underneath their tent and the water sprayed all over inside the tent.  This ended the "Tent Adventure"......but according to Kole, if the sprinklers wouldn't have come on, he would have stayed in there all night.  Too bad they had to settle for a warm fire, hot chocolate, and a warm bed.

Good: My mom and dad came out to see us.  Our schedules finally aligned. Yeah! We had a lot of fun shopping, eating, watching football, going through model homes, and enjoying Braydon's soccer game.

Bad: as in Bad to Bone. That's the way Bray plays soccer.  His team made a come back and tied the All-Star team.  Bray had 3 goals. He may be little, but he is tough.

Amazing: Ok I know this isn't a category, but my dad, the rock of our family, has been in remission for almost a year now.  What an amazing story of faith and willingness to submit to God's will. He was diagnosed with a very aggressive type of cancer known as Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma (NHL) in August of 2007.   I'm sure most of you know, but just in case, cancer has 4 stages 1, 2, 3, 4.  The lower the stage number, the more likely that the cancer can be erradicated from your body, and that you will survive.   My dad's cancer was diagnosed as being in late stage 3/early stage 4.  Which means the cancer had spread to many parts of his body, including some of his organs, this would make it much harder to treat. The prognosis wasn't great.  As we were all falling apart trying to deal with this, it was my dad who stayed strong and tried to make us feel better. My mom was amazing and her faith never wavered either. My dad didn't believe that it was his time to go and he had faith that he would be healed.  I would ask him, what if was his time to go.  He would tell me that if it was his time to go that he wasn't afraid of dying. He had lived such a good and amazing life that he was at peace if it was his time (my words not his). How many people can say that? I know that I can't.  Thankfully the chemo worked and my dad has beaten the cancer, without having to go through a bone marrow transplant.  He was and still is in a  European study that uses an investigational drug to prevent the return of NHL. This leads me to why I wanted to tell this story.  We were eating dinner with them last week, and we started talking about the investigational drug he is taking, and when he would know if he was taking the real thing or the placebo.  He said he didn't know and may never know because he was the only one in the state of Utah to be on this drug.  I asked him why.  He told us that to qualify for this study you had to be diagnosed with NHL, be in late stage 3/4, and be cancer free after finishing chemo.  He was and is the only person in Utah diagnosed NHL stage 3-4, that qualified for the study because he was cancer free.  How amazing is it, that my dad was healed and that his last cat scan showed no signs of cancer?  While he was going through chemo, I guess I didn't realize or want to admit how rare a full recovery would be.  I know I don't always show it, but I do realize any time that my kids and I have with my dad now is borrowed time and thank Heavenly Father for that time.