Last Tuesday, although I had a ton of important things to do --I decided to try gluing individual clumps of false eyelashes to my eyes.
I have always wanted long beautiful lashes.
The type that is described in a Barbara Cartland paperback as being useful:
"she looked up at him from underneath her long lashes and fanned her cheeks trying to blink back her tears of pain..."
It is while I was modeling my twiggy-like eyelashes that I got the call.
For a few weeks now my father has been in so much pain, he could barely walk nor dress himself.
His doctor felt a lump in his liver and so they scheduled him for a CT scan last Monday.
My mother asked that the CT scan results be faxed to my husband's office (300 mi. away). Earlier in the day, my Mom had called to see if Steve knew anything already, but at that point I had not spoken to him all day so I said no.
When Steve called me that evening I could hear the anxiety in his voice.
The results sent to him did not look good.
By the time Steve got home from work we had decided to make the 5 hour drive to visit my parents.
We got to Rochester about 11:30 pm.
They did not know we were coming.
The moment my Dad saw us on a work night/school night--he gave us an impish look:
He said, "If I am dying do you know what this means?"
I said, "What?"
He said, "It means I don't need to get my teeth fixed anymore!"
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Amidst more doctors exams and tests my children have been enjoying their Lolo's stories and hugs. I have been content to hold his hand and listen.
I find myself making deals with God as I watch my Dad handle this with amazing strength.
Already I have vowed to start going to church regularly, if He cures my Dad.
I wonder what is more important to God, having my father come home to Him--or having me re-kindle my connection to Him?
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Yesterday they did a biopsy of his liver.
We are still waiting to hear the results of that.
But if there is absolutely one thing I am sure of, it is this:
Crying your eyes out while wearing false eyelashes is not good.
Trust me on this one.
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