I'm not going to do a lot of editorializing in this post. I just wanted to remember the first fishing trip of the Spring of 2011. It was the first outdoors outing since Lucy's diagnosis. And although she didn't have enough stamina to last very long, she had a great time while she lasted.
(a mother duck has laid eggs in my parent's circular drive)
My grandfather, who was very ill while Lucy was in the hosptial was discharged from his second hosptial stay the day we went fishing at my parent's house. I had not seen him since February 22nd, the day before Lucy was diagnosed. It was the day of his reconstructive surgery. While he was sick, the family determined that it was best that he did not know about Lucy. My grandmother knew, but she gae everyone that visited him strict orders not to tell him. His health was so unstable that she knew that hearing of Lucy would be more than he could handle. While Lucy was not up to sitting in his lap, Ella sure was. My loving, super compassionate 7 year old just about wore a hole in Paw Paw's lap trying to snuggle. Oh, it thrilled my heart to see them together. I ask that you please continue to pray for my grandfather. He goes to his oncologist on Monday to determine the course of action to treat the two different types of cancer that he has. My grandfather is a strong, strong man, but he has been through so much lately. He needs his strength back to fight the battle that lies ahead for him.