Refiner's Fire
Got the worst call of my life on Friday. Dad has cancer. Dad has cancer. Dad has cancer. It was everything I could do to get off the phone. I was in shock. I couldn't feel anything. Everything my mom was telling me was just information. It was like we were talking about a stubbed toe. There was no falling to the ground in hysterics. There was no earth opening up and swallowing me. There was no pain. Until hours later when all was quiet--when the kids were in bed; when my mind took all that information and processed it. My Dad has cancer. My Dad has cancer. MY dad has cancer. my DAD has cancer. my dad has CANCER! Then, if I had been standing,my knees would have buckled and the ground would have been taken out from underneath me. All the fears, and the unknowns came rushing at me...and then the tears started. Then they stopped. And then they started again. And again. And again. Today the tears held themselves at bay as I awaited the news of my dad's doctors appointment to...