We received confirmation today that my Mom has pancreatic cancer. This sucks. I'm sad. The whole family is sad, balanced by the fact that there's this odd trust that God is in control of this whole thing, that God loves my Mom more than we could ever imagine and wants what's best for her. I haven't really asked the "Why?" question, because I'm not sure it's worth asking. It sucks, I accept that. On the flip side, my Mom is an amazing woman, with an amazing faith. She's the kind of woman who says "I'll pray for you" and really does - for weeks on end. She prays for total strangers and has a huge compassion and a huge heart for others that blows me away. Now it's her turn for people to pray like crazy for her. She has so many people that care about her.... How many people have an entire Dentists's office care deeply about them? My Mom does.

We've been talking a lot to the kids about prayer over the past few days - how God answers prayer. Sometimes he answers yes, sometimes no, sometimes wait. The kids prayers for Mom have been great to hear. Emily's was a little strange. She prayed that Grandma's leg not get cut off with a saw, because then she couldn't walk and it would take 25 people to carry her. Thanks Em. Maybe she was speaking tounges.

The next step is surgery - hopefully going to the Mayo clinic to have the Whipple Procedure performed.