Dads throat was sore today. Dr M hadn't come by time we left at 8. Mom got Dad the Lance Armstrong book. He was grumpy cos his throat was killing him. The nurse tonight remembered dad from when he was on the other side. I really hope and pray that by some miracle, whatever is blocking my dads gi tract will disappear overnight. Just like that. Then the wound will dry up and it'll be just looking forward. This is not a nice time. For any of us. I just want my dad to come home and live a long life, and a happy one too.
Lord please strengthen and heal my dad. Fill him with the healing light of the Holy Spirit. Please.
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