Two years ago this past May, my grandpa almost died of cancer. He had adrenal gland cancer, which from what I've heard is pretty rare. The doctors say he came within two weeks of dying (0nly the Lord knows) and that no patient they knew of lived longer than a year after the operation. Like I said, it's been over two years and every six months since then we've gotton good news; he's still in remission. Untill last week. They found masses in his lungs and liver and somewhere else they didn't say. They've called in the cancer board, and by next week they'll tell him his "options" as they put it. But the thing is, if it is cancer my grandpa said he isn't going to do anything. Now I'm pretty ditzy, dingy, blonde, slow, however you put it, but I do know cancer left untreated and without a miracle of God will kill you quick. I know God's will is perfect, and I really want Him to have His way, I do. And I know He's in control, but when I let myself think of the possiblitly of my grandpa dying soon and I have the urge to become hysterical. I want him to fight. I want him to live. God can heal him without medical help I know, but I also know he could very well die. This man has been my father. He's helped raise me since I was four. He lead me to Christ. He's wanted to see me graduate highschool, and He's the one I want to give me away at my wedding day. He's the man I sing duets with in the car, the man who calls me "My Ibby", the one who jokes about cleaning his guns when I have my first date, the man who wants me to stay at home untill I'm thirty. Me and pa are so close, and I don't want to lose that. We have so many great memories and I don't want our time together to end anytime soon. I know I'm probably not trusting like I should, and maybe everything will be fine, but it dosn't sound good, and while I'm begging God for grace and asking Him to have His way, part of me still wants to cry "You can't have him yet! I need him!" Pray for us. Pray that God DOES have His way, whatever that is, and that God will give us all grace in the coming week, whatever it yeilds.