Tears of Comfort

I was just reading the comments from my last entry, and felt compelled to post a little something before I head off to church. Thank you! Thank you Candace for being willing to share your own story with a complete stranger. Your words brought me comfort that I am not alone, and though I know this intellectually, it's always good to hear from someone who had been through this and came out on the other side. (especially someone in my age and stage) Thank you Tre and Heidi for your encouraging words. I realize it's been a while, a long while, since I last saw you guys, but family is always family. And I appreciate the support. I have a feeling I will see you both real soon.

And thank you Kim for allowing my dad to live out his dream in your life. Ever since I can remember, my dad has wanted to be an accomplished writer. He may not have ever published a book, but the words from his blog will live on as his legacy. I sincerely hope that one day his words, his story, his struggle will be made into a book, a memoir of sorts, to be preserved for future generations of people who struggle with this horrible tormentor we call cancer.

These comments have brought me to tears, but they're not tears of sadness (okay, maybe a little), but tears of comfort. For those of you that read my dad's blog, please know that I intend to update it tomorrow morning after we see Dr. Schlaer. I just don't want to misspeak.

Thank you!