Good Evening!
It's amazing how experiences in life have the ability to change the definition of a "good day." It reminds me of a quote an old family friend used to say. "All days are good, some are better than others."
The last couple of days have been good. I met mom and dad at Springfield and we attended my buddies 3rd Annual Fish Fry. Uncle Craw and Aunt Joe came to the fry as well. There was plenty of food and drinks along with a band and bonfire. We caught some of the Mizzou game, went to church at my cousins church on Sunday morning, and went to my cousin's B-day party after church. Mom and dad came home Sunday night. It surprised me that dad made the trip. I spoke with him Saturday morning and he said he wasn't coming and called back an hour later and said he was on his way. I'm glad he came. Besides some chills he didn't have any problems and we had a real good time.
Tomorrow is time for another trip to the doctor. Uncle Craw will be with them. Hopefully he'll be able to continue his treatment. Besides a possible low white blood cell count I don't see any reason why they should stop treatment. A lot of heart goes a long way and as that tumor grows so does the size of dad's heart. Hospice will not be getting a call tomorrow. Not unless they have a generator and a camper and plan on going hunting with us next month.
Throw one up for dad if you get a chance, even if you haven't in a while. Also, be sure to thank God for what he has done in your life. We don't want too many requests and not enough thanks going up. We need a good balance.
Later