This blog was first a featured column at Your Tewksbury Today on Father’s Day.
As I sit here waiting on news from my father after a three-month check-up, CAT scan, and blood work were performed to let us know if the beast that is cancer is keeping its nasty little talons out of his body, I watch another father patiently brushing his son’s limbs, back, and extremities. He follows it up with joint compressions and rolls the yoga ball onto our youngest son’s back.
I am sandwiched in life by two fathers:
- One still on guard against a disease that has launched pathological assault weapons at his body multiple times in different places over the span of about 35 years
- One who helps with the five-times-a-day occupational therapy at home for a child with sensory integration issues, anxiety, and ADHD
My father has never backed down in the face of a nonstop onslaught on his organs, muscle, and tissue. He knows prayer (in the name of Jesus) is a powerful weapon.
My husband will never stop serving my son—not until he sees a settled, healthier version of him.
I am struck by the fact that my Father in heaven sent Jesus to do both of these things for us: Read the rest of this entry »
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