Sometimes it just goes from bad to worse. Sometimes from worse to just awful.
Mike finally got his PETscan on Monday. He got the results on Wednesday and gave me a call. His first words were, "They cancelled my surgery for next Monday."
I thought that sounded okay until he followed up with the information that the PET revealed a metastasized tumor on his liver, another on his lower left lung, a couple around his colon, and some probables throughout the rest of his body.
Bunny and I are trying to coax our recalcitrant RV back to Florida. We made it from California to Texas, so far. It's another long story, but we had a major engine failure in Coachella, Ca, and we spent 12 weeks trying to get it fixed. We are still blowing smoke and leaking oil, but we are trying to nurse it back in time to say our goodbyes.
So, this is a revised prayer request: Please ask our Lord to give Mike comfort and peace. Ask Him to give Mike strength to face this and the courage to make that next step with grace and dignity.
And while you're at it, ask Him to lay His hand on this old Rabbit. As I write this, I have tears running down my cheeks. Not just for Mike, but also for Lady Haz, her friend Cathy, Mike's wife Nancy, and others, all who have gone home in the very recent past.
Thanks all,
Crusader