It's like a bad dream...

About a month ago I had one of that realization’s that everything in my life was perfect. It's one of those moments where you stop and say, "uh-oh, it's too perfect..." (I hate being a realist!)
When my Grandfather cut short his camping trip with the younger grandkids, it was cause for concern. Our Grandpa has been planning this trip since March; to say he was excited is an understatement.
Long story short, Grandpa returned early, was taken to his dr and then later admitted for observation. He has a blockage, a polyp in his intestine. Tests were needed and completed.
The family, my family, was hopeful. We expected some news on Thursday but the call came early.
Cancer.
I know in my heart that everything is going to be okay. Perhaps it's my new found faith in positive thinking, perhaps it’s my ignorance or maybe it's just the realization that no matter what happens, our family will get through this. And to be perfectly honest, my Grandfather is a stubborn guy. He's not going to just give up; it's not in his nature. After all, he's the one guy who takes on my Nana and is still living to brag about it! (lol)
Perhaps my biggest fear in all of this is the idea that our family has to endure yet another cancer journey. It's a long process, its heart breaking, it's sad and it hurts. Oh God, does it hurt. We've lost many loved ones to cancer in our family and our hearts have yet to heal.
As I mentioned early, I've adapted a new attitude in effort to make everything a positive versus a negative, I'm reminding myself again that...well...appreciate the perfect when your life truly is, because in a blink of an eye, everything changes, I know my world just did. (yet, again)

If you are the praying kind or the kind that has 1:1's with the man upstairs, then kindly ask him to shower our family with strength. We need it. And while you are at it, please pray for my friends' little sweet pea, Allison. She too, needs your prayers. Allison's Leukemia Journey