I visited my Dad this afternoon just in time to hear the cancer doctor tell him they were not going to do chemo as it would do him more harm than good at this stage. I hugged Dad and the tears flowed, mine not his. He told me that he was going to keep on fighting and I told him that love is a powerful medicine and he's got lots of that! This evening I dropped the kids at wife's, went out for dinner and drove down to see Dad again. I just thought that the news he got today was hard and I didn't want him lying there all alone. We talked for an hour about death, God, life etc. He says all he wants is to go to one more ballgame and sing one more solo. I told him to get his strength up and, God willing, he might get to do those things. He told me that he's always tried to be a good person, to do what is right but hasn't always done so. I told him that he taught me to do what was right even when it wasn't easy. It was a nice time together and I felt better knowing that he's thinking through this latest news and working at coming to terms with it. I promised him I'd read the ball scores to him each night when he was gone! We both laughed.
