The Last Supper

We spent tonight at my parents house, having "The Last Supper" with my dad before he begins his treatment tomorrow morning. My mom made dad's favorite dinner - pot roast (the real deal, in a pot in the oven, not a crock pot) and Yorkshire pudding. It was delicious. Then again, everything my mom cooks is.

There was no where else I'd rather be tonight than with my mom and dad. I just wanted to hug them and hold their hands and not go home. I'm sure they found it a bit odd and maybe even annoying. I just kept thinking about how tomorrow will change everything.

If I could go tomorrow and have the radiation and chemo for my dad, I would do it. And then I'd go back the next day and do it again. But I can't. So instead, I will spend some time on my knees praying that it will be easier for him than he expects. And I will wake up tomorrow and at some point during the morning, I'm going to shout out loud, "Take that you stupid cancer! We're coming to get you and we're going to kick your butt!" (When all the kids are at school of course, because stupid and butt are very bad words here.)

I used my cool new tripod (early b-day gift from Audrey) and snapped this picture during a Superbowl commercial tonight. This happy moment will be frozen in time for me for years to come - the night before my dad went to war in the biggest battle yet. Go get em' dad! You're gonna win this one!