As many of you know, my Papa passed away in October. On Christmas day, his wife, my sweet and sassy Mimi, had a severe stroke and has been struggling ever since. In the meantime, one of their three daughters has been battling non-smoking lung cancer and was placed on the transplant list. We received word tonight that she is on her way to the Dallas hospital for a transplant. At the same time, Mimi will be undergoing surgery to insert a pacemaker first thing in the morning.
Add to the stress, worry and emotions that my other grandfather, my Papaw, has been warring against incredibly aggressive melanoma that has spread to his lungs, blood and other areas of his body. His prognosis has been grim as melanoma is an extremely difficult cancer to fight, but he has been an absolute hero through this ordeal and is currently in Bethesda, MD hoping to be admitted to a clinical trial at the National Cancer Institute.
I have been so blessed with an incredible family, and we're all under stress and heartache at the moment coping with each of these situations. What a comfort to know that my God is moving and active and answering my prayer even when I'm not aware of it.