I wish this was a bad dream.
I’ve been down at Beth’s house cleaning for her arrival home with Jacob. I added some soup from a friend and lasagna to her freezer for this week. When I got home, a phone call awaited me.
Someone please explain to me how two parents can be ready to bring their little boy home only to have a doctor come in and tell them that the tumor is NOT the favorable kind, after all. This doesn’t seem right. My poor daughter and son-in-law. My poor little grandson.
What do I pray for now?