Two weeks ago I learned that my 66 year old father is sick. He was not able to move his bowel for 6 days and the pain in his stomach was unbearable, he can hardly sleep. I suggested that he consult a doctor so that we'll have a clear picture of what's going on in his body. When the test results came out, we learned that he has a 5 cm hepatorenal mass neoplasm, a mass between his liver and kidney. He was advised to have a CT scan and biopsy to determine if the neoplasm (tumor) is benign or malignant. We are working on his CT scan and biopsy now. We are hoping and praying that it's not cancer.
The stress of having a sick loved one is incomparable. I can't stand seeing my father in pain. I’ve been so moody lately. I suddenly would cry and dwell on self-pity. I’d recall his goodness to us when we were still young. No, he’s not a perfect father but he’s somebody who would try his best to give us what we want, including freedom; freedom to choose what life we would like to live. My spirit is down. I’m just not my old self now and I honestly do not like it.
Sometimes, actually all the time, the battle can be fought on bended knees. If it seems like a dark world, I honestly saw the light again when all of these problems emerged. I started to pray with tears on bended knees again. I would sob and pour everything out to him because I know that only my savior, the same God I prayed to for salvation when I was 7 years old, is the same HIM who can make me feel better.
Please help me pray for my father.
