It's official. I hate cancer. It really is the pits and it's nondiscriminatory. That's what I hate most about it. No one's in the clear. When my softball coach, Hugh died of cancer, it stunk, but he chewed tobacco forever. When my grandma died of cancer, we weren't surprised because she smoked for over 60 years. They are such bummers, but I could see them coming.
When my dad had cancer the first time, it blew my whole family out of the water. He truly is our rock. And I mean it....solid, quiet, unmoving, always there. That's him. We weren't suprised when he totally kicked cancer's butt the first time. That's what he does. But its a huge bummer that it's back. Why can't cancer just leave us alone. The jerk!
But, I will say this. He will totally win again. I have no doubt. He received a Priesthood blessing from our friend, Rick Kinoshita. He was told his body would be made whole and would come through with little ill effect. When I heard that I just lost it. I have faith in the will of our Heavenly Father. I know that he loves us more than we can imagine. If it was my dad's time to go, I know it would have been okay. The lord takes care of us that way. But, I am so glad my dad gets to fight and, I'm sure, win.
I hope cancer gets the message this time and decides to stay away from the whole Berg family.
