Waiting for a miracle and another one happened...

So, from the beginning…

You may have read that 2.5 yrs ago when I was about to have Noah my dad was diagnosed with Colon cancer. He had 20 inches of his colon removed right the way and started chemo. Not too long after that they detected spots on his liver. The day of his surgery for that the Drs couldn’t find anything. We got our first miracle! =)
A year goes by and his lungs had a few spots – little but lots of them. The problem was that this made this cancer not operable this time. So lots and lots of chemo – changed medication, this time his hair fell off – he had different side effects. After 6 months of chemo his one big spot on the lung had shrunk however he had quite a few new little ones.

When we got in Brasil last December my dad was complaining of back pain, but since he works caring boxes up and down all day long we thought that this was the reason. He went to a back Dr. who prescribed physical therapy. He good and bad days… until last week, on Sunday it was bad – that night he never slept, around 5 am we took him to the E.R. where he had shots of morphine but still felt lots of pain.
He did a ton of test and since the pain never stopped. On Wednesday he took all test results he had to his oncologist, no appointment – just showed up there and waited until the guy saw him, and from his office he sent dad straight to the hospital, to wait for surgery.

We are waiting on a specialist – cause his Dr. that did his colon surgery can’t do any neurosurgery, so we are waiting on this new Doc. We being waiting since Wednesday; and I guess this new doc is the very best out there.
I don’t believe anything will happen until Monday or Tuesday. In the mean time dad is still at the hospital, either in a lot of pain or VERY medicated.
We go see him every day, the boys have being there, my grandma – his mom came from another state and we are here, praying and waiting.

I also talked to my grandpa for the first time ever - for me this was a miracle alone – (my dad's dad) My grandpa left my grandma when my dad was only 2 and they only got together maybe a half dozen times their whole life. This has being an amazing change for all of us. I never met Grandpa Jose but we talked on the phone twice yesterday.
It's being VERY important to my dad to reconect after 50 something years.
There are quite a load of mixed feelings. Sad for dad, happy for grandpa – happy to see dad without any pain but worried about how groggy he is…
My mom is a pile of worry – her bp is going crazy and I’ll be leaving back to Cincinnati in 3 days... and for sure is not going to be easy.

We are waiting on a miracle.