Prayer for a Father

My Dad's doctor told us his cancer would return. Like a fool I didn't beleieve that. Yet, it returned. My father went to the University of Michigan hospital and they told him he had a tumor in the muscle on his back. So, optimistically we start planning for his surgery so it wouldn't be around Christmas. My Dad was ready to get rid of it and move on since this time it wasn't an organ. He went to the U of M and this time they gathered more bad news. The cancer in his back is inoperable, so is the cancer in both his lungs, and the cancer in his liver. Don't you love bad news? I was in the car with my Dad yesterday and being silly. "Dad, can you get me car a car for my 16th birthday?" I said. "I won't be here." He said. My eyes watered but I sucked it up because I knew my friend was in the back seat.

I'm praying for my Dad. I want you to pray for my Dad. I want your friends to pray for my Dad. I want your church to pray for my Dad.

Love, Marina*