I am on the brink of the half way point of this detox. Other than being a little tired, I'm feeling great. My knees are the biggest improvement so far. Little to no pain in either one of them. I'm sleeping really well. I don't think I'm tossing and turning as much. My cravings have subsided immensely (except for that veggie Sammy) and I'm not feeling hungry until it's time to feel hungry. I feel like I'm thinking a bit clearer, too. (Or I will be once I've had some sleep.)
Today has been a rather long day. Dad had his surgery today. It was successful. The doctor got all of the tumor. She described is as slightly larger in diameter than a quarter and dense, like a giant marble. She also removed some of the scar tissue left by the radiation treatments. She told us that he was awake and he could move his hands, arms, toes, and legs just fine. Once we got word, my sister and I got on the tribal drums (Facebook) and beat out a tattoo of the good news.
We finally got to see him after they got him settled in NICU. He was still groggy and sleeping off and on from the anesthesia. I didn't stay too long. Just long enough to see him, give him a kiss, and tell him I love him. When I got to my car, I sat down and cried a prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord. I just thanked Him over and over again. My heart is so full. After I got home, I got my tater in the oven to bake and took a look on FB again. So many people have been praying for my Dad and the tears welled up again. Thank you all for the love, support, and prayers you have given. My heart is overflowing.
Whilst I was perusing FB, I came across a status that reminded me of a blog I read not too long ago. A young man named Dan Pearce has a blog called Single Dad Laughing. I've read a lot of what he has written. This last week, he wrote of his son's step dad. The man, Chappy, was in a terrible motor cycle accident. He wasn't wearing a helmet and sustained serious head injuries. He is in a coma. There has been some progress, but he is not out of the woods just yet. He will live, but they are not sure what his quality of life will be. My tears flowed yet again. My family and I have received a miracle. God heard our plea and my dad came through surgery with flying colors. Chappy is also someone's dad. A baby son, a step son, and a grown daughter. I prayed for God to give them a miracle, too. For God to bring their dad through this ordeal.
I ask that you would continue to lift my dad in prayer, but remember also, Chappy. He needs our prayers, as well.
More tomorrow, campers!
Tally ho!
Nevada Smith
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