Dear friends,

Four weeks ago this past Saturday my oncologist sent me home from the hospital with the news that I had 2-4 weeks to live. However, once off all the heavy medications, I began to feel better–not well enough by any stretch to return to a normal life but better than I felt in the hospital.

I seem to be holding my own at this point after continuing to improve steadily those first two weeks. Now I seem to be holding my own, neither worse nor better from day-to-day.

The cancer, which has remained inoperable, is either, 1) being destroyed and I am healed [which we pray and hope is the case] or, 2) is temporarily in some kind of holding pattern and may stay that way for a while or take a quick downturn at any time.

Please continue to pray for both Joanne and myself. We are both a little depressed, yet continuing to trust in the power of God to heal me. Thanks so much to all of you for your many, many continuous prayers, for your love and for all the cards, emails, etc. We literally feel upheld by your faithfulness and intercession on our behalf.

Love,
Bob

Kyrie’s third molar arrived yesterday, and since then she has been a happier baby, more eager to play independently, give hugs and kisses, and generally be the sweetheart that we all know her to be. Of course, this will only last until that final molar starts rearing its ugly head (do teeth have heads?).

I managed some laundry & general cleaning of the house today and with the exception of the crackers that Kyrie spilled on the floor, the house is in good order.

I forgot to cancel the pregnancy subscription I had set up on babycenter and I got a “9 weeks pregnant” email today. I felt my heart sink into my stomach a little, promptly deleted it, took the subscription down, and am feeling better. I am still having a hard time with pregnancy envy, but it is fading and I am working so hard to be happy for my wonderful pregnant friends. (I’m not looking for sympathy, just venting a little.)

Just to clarify, we are not sure if Salem is a girl or boy, although my gut always told me boy. We’ll find out someday. Thank you to everyone who commented with their prayers and condolences below.