It throws you a curve ball every once in awhile. Usually when you least expect it. This past weekend has been full of tears, disbelief, shock and lots of prayers. It's amazing how quickly life, as you know it, can be changed in an instant. My dad sent out an email to all of the family on Friday night letting us all know that he has been diagnosed with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis (a chronic, progressive form of lung disease). An email. Because that's just the way my dad rolls. Always making everything seem like it's not a big deal. I didn't expect this email on Friday night or any night. My dad has always been healthy. A retired physician. And he's only 68 years old. I now have a new understanding and appreciation for friends who have lost their parents and those who are currently watching their parents fight a terminal illness. It's harder than you can ever imagine. So much harder! I spent the next 24 hours googling and reading everything I could on IPF. There is no known cause or cure. Most people live about 5 years after getting the diagnosis, but he caught it early and we're confident we are gonna have him with us for a very long time!
I am so incredibly blessed to have these two as my parents!