Cancer Sucks

The title of this post says enough.  I have had several friends and family members deal with death in their families because of cancer.  You don't know how badly cancer truly sucks until it happens to someone near and dear to you.

In July of 2010, Andy's dad went to the doctor for some pain he had in his pelvic region.  At first he was diagnosed with prostatitis and then later diagnosed with prostate cancer.  His dad responded extremely well to chemo and radiation.  However, we knew his cancer was very aggressive and was already extremely advanced when we found out.  After a year and half, we got some relief and the cancer was gone.  But then the cancer came back.  Once again, his dad responded well to treatments for another year or so.  Then his numbers started to rise while he was taking chemo which shouldn't happen if the chemo is working.  So we tried another type of chemo, but this one practically took every ounce of fight left in his immune system.

Then in September of 2013, we got the news that changed our life.  There wasn't another chemo.  There wasn't anymore radiation.  There was nothing the doctor could do.  When you hear those words, your life just seems to stop.  Everything that was so important in your life just doesn't seem that important anymore.  Andy's mom tried different home remedies from research she read about on the internet, but his dad just got sicker and sicker.

On December 25, 2013, God called another one of His angels home.  Andy's dad fought cancer for three and a half years and lost.  We knew we needed a miracle from God or God needed to take him home.  There's no more pain, no more guessing what the doctor really means, no more doctor's visits that make you sick from worry, no more chemo, no more phone calls that make you want to throw up, and no more cancer.  His dad is living the life in Heaven, and we'll see him again one day.

I am going to miss him dearly.  It won't be the same to walk into Andy's parents' house and not see his dad working upstairs at his desk or sitting in his recliner.  My children will have one less grandparent.  I don't understand why God takes the good ones.  Death doesn't make sense to me, but I know God has a plan.  And I know His plan is at work right now even in this time of sadness.