My Dad doesn't have cancer anymore.
I'm still trying to get used to the sound of this.
The surgeon called today with the pathology report, and he gave us the best Christmas gift possible. Against all odds, my dad's tumor was a low-grade neuroendocrine tumor, and it doesn't appear to have spread. Which means that there's a 90% chance that our fight is over forever, before it had barely begun. And no chemo.
My dad has been given back to us. The surgeon, and everyone else, was shocked. It looks like God performed a miracle.
Yesterday, before I heard the news, I read this quote by C.S. Lewis...
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see."
This is God's love.
And the rest of the miracle is all of the people who instantly rallied around my dad, lifting him up in prayer and in love. We have learned so much from all of those we are blessed to call friends. Thank you for your part in this.
Glory to God in the highest.