OK, it has been a while since I made an update on life to this audience. Isn't that the point of this thing to keep my audience captive with my little life story? ;) tehe, just kidding. But alas, here I am.
Grandpappy finished his first round of Chemotherapy without great incidence which is a great praise. He is due for back surgery on Thursday. The surgeon said that this should have happened a long time ago! So it was kind of a rush to get him in. He explained the procedure had a 50-50 chance of success. Not of life or death, but in deciding weather or not he will walk again. This is where I see the greatest faith coming out of my grandfather. His quiet, contempt demeanor speaks louder than his words. All of this is out of our control. Once you realize who truly holds the deciding hand in this situation (really, the whole deck of cards), you can't help but be filled with a peace that is out of our understanding. Grandma though, is a mess with fret. Maybe not a really a mess, but there is definitely some stress in her eyes. Can you blame her?
The surgery itself is a doozy. They will take out a rib, get to his spine through his front, reconstruct his shattered vertebra with the rib and hope it heals so that his spinal chord will no longer be pinched and thus regaining his ability to walk on his own. 50/50 chance isn't exactly what you want to hear, but what choice do we have? All we can do is prepare with non ceasing prayer and have faith that God knows what is best, regardless of the outcome. This is the next big step.
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