Gut spilling update.

Shit. Here's is the update email I just received about The Preacher.

"I’ve been in the hospital up here in Charlotte since Friday morning with pronounced left side weakness.
A head C.T. was performed and we discovered an un-welcomed visitor in the form of a tumor on the right side of my brain.
I’ve had many tests and excellent care. Yesterday afternoon, I finally got one of my “silly” wishes granted by my lovely bride, Julie—she let me shave my head! This was in preparation for a biopsy procedure that lasted about 1.5 hrs. You who know my humor will appreciate that I hate hot hair when I’m running! So, problem solved!
Here is what we now know from the biopsy. I have a glioblastoma tumor—an unfriendly booger—but not without treatment options. I’m healing from the biopsy and hope to be back at the home of my mother-in-law sometime tomorrow—we still deeply appreciate the felt prayers, but no calls or visits at this point in time, please.
The gameplan is to assess surgical possibilities next week, and most likely begin planning for other treatments, too (radiation/chemo/etc.) I am still fully functional and look forward to being back with you all very soon!
I was given a wonderful chuckle from Scripture this morning while staring at my freshly shaved head in the mirror. Please read:
2 Kings 2:23–25 (NLT)
Elisha left Jericho and went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, a group of boys from the town began mocking and making fun of him. “Go away, baldy!” they chanted. “Go away, baldy!” 24 Elisha turned around and looked at them, and he cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of them. 25 From there Elisha went to Mount Carmel and finally returned to Samaria.
I hope you have a good laugh from this when you read it. It lifted my spirits today and I have not mocked a single bald head yet! :)"

His type of cancer has a 3 month survival rate without treatment and a 1-2 year survival rate with treatment.

So now, I wait. I pray. I pray harder. I pray my heart out. And cry. He's always been a positive person but this prognosis makes my stomach turn and makes me want to look up into the heavens and ask, "Seriously God? What's the deal? What are we supposed to do now? What do I tell his kids? Why him? Why now? Why at all?" But I know He has a plan. I jut wish I knew what they were.

I know The Preacher planned on teaching PK Boy to drive in 2 years and see PK Girl graduate high school in 2 years. And so much more. Here's me praying for MANY more years and milestones and grey hairs for him.

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