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A request for prayer for a very special man

When you are a kid, you think your parents are invincible. You think they know the answer to everything. At least I did. I thought my mom was the best cook, the best seamstress, the best cake decorator. I thought my dad could move mountains. I thought he was the best gardener, the best sportsman, the hardest worker.

I don't remember when it happened that I thought I knew more than they did. When I started being  embarrassed by the big full-size station wagon picking me up from school or my dad's car that was ever needing repairs. But I still loved them fiercely with all my heart and thought they were invincible.

The day I realized otherwise was a shock to me. We went bowling and for the first time ever, I beat my dad's score. I felt like I needed to apologize. Somehow it scared me that I had beaten him. Like there was a chink in his armor.

This past January, I was once again reminded that my dad is human and not invincible. He was diagnosed with cancer. They removed the tumors and began treatments. All seemed fine. A few weeks ago, I called home just to say 'hi'. My parents informed me that they were just returning from the hospital because my dad had another tumor removed. This is a very aggressive cancer and my dad will be having another surgery soon.

Please keep him in your prayers.


Taken when we met for a week at the lake.

Teaching Anna the finer points of waiting forever for a fish to bite fishing.




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  1. MellanieOctober 29, 2013 at 6:36 PM

    Oh, Jenny, I'm sorry to hear this. I'm praying for you and your family!

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  2. UnknownOctober 29, 2013 at 7:05 PM

    Jenny, Mike and I have been praying for your whole family. I know how you feel, I felt the same way about my Mama Rose and Daddy. We're here for you. Love you, Friend

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  3. Catherine BushOctober 29, 2013 at 7:32 PM

    Jenny, I'm sending your Dad healing thoughts. You and your family are in prayers.

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  4. Jamie JoOctober 29, 2013 at 8:32 PM

    Oh, Praying Jenny! Your little Peter looks like Grandpa!!

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  5. KrisOctober 30, 2013 at 9:31 AM

    I will add him to my prayer list today. I know this doesn't make the impending move easy. Praying for you, too. And for your Mom.

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  6. Susan LaGuardiaOctober 30, 2013 at 9:54 AM

    Jenny, you know Tom and I are here for your
    Dad and Mom, just like they have always been here for us! We love you all very much.

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  7. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 11:59 AM

    Praying to the Invincible and All-Powerful Father for your father's healing and to St. Joseph, who always hears and answers prayers for husbands and fathers. Elaine

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  8. Beth LaGuardia CooperOctober 30, 2013 at 9:46 PM

    I love your dad very much and am praying for God's healing power!

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