The need for prayer.....

It's late and I'm just off the phone.

I don't particularly like talking on the phone--and I didn't particularly like the conversation.

No. I didn't like the conversation... .....just say how it is, Mel.

And now I need to have another conversation....with a daughter who's not spoken to her mother in months by choice, because of anger unresolved.

I have the number and I'll pause and talk with The Big Guy more than once before making the call tomorrow morning, I'm sure.

I do not like cancer.

I can't find anything I like about it.
I gleaned some things from getting to survive to this side for today.
Those things I'm grateful for.
But I do not like it.
I don't like the disease. I don't like how it permeates into the lives of others and those who love them--even when they're angry......

They'll have to take it out to stage it and decide the course of treatment. But it's aggressive--and it appears to be wrapped around the thyroid, parathyroid and nodes. Do nothing and it's a six month sentence--at best.

Do the surgery and the radio iodine and the chemotherapy--it'll be a process with no guarantees....

Six months could be gracious--with or without medical intervention.....

This I'll get to tell a young woman who'll need to make some of her own choices.

I do not know what's best for me.
I do not profess to know what's best for anyone.

I just need to pray.......