Going Home

 And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own... Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.

Today Dad let us know that he was ready to come home. He spent last night in the ICU on a bi-pap machine, with a psycho (truly!) nurse. Two days ago his wee little upper arm bone broke due to the minimal amount of pressure applied to it as he tried to adjust himself in bed. The cancer is unbelievably aggressive.  The doctors were still (as late as yesterday morning) discussing his having chemo...???  His broken arm in a sling... nothing stabilizing it as they shift him from place to place... I don't know if he was trying to fight this cancer for us, or for himself, but today he made it clear that he wants to come home. Home he shall come.

Hospice will have him set up no later than tomorrow, but we're praying that they'll get him out of there this evening as we do not want him to spend another evening in that ICU... or worse, risk something happening that would give them reason to not release him. 

Dad is excited to be home for Christmas, saying that it's going to be "The best Christmas ever." What's most important, and an answer to all of our prayers, is that Dad is most at peace, and ready to "go home to be with Jesus."  Praise God from whom all blessings flow!! My limited vocabulary, and general ineptitude in thanking people properly leaves me only to say a mere thank you for all of your prayers, love, and support... from all of us.