Hi Dawn:

you sure are your daddy's girl and so proud of him, I hope and wish my son who is just 9 will be so proud of his mom's struggles when he grows up, I already think due to my son, all my recovery struggle is worth it, BTW I love your miracle baby she is so cute, I guess wait was worth waiting for.

Cheers,

Asha

I appreciate everyone's thoughts and prayers. When taking tests for his colon cancer, my dad got more bad news, he had a rather large abdominal aeorta aneurysm that needed to be operated on. According to the physicians, he had a not so good chance of surviving it, but it had to be operated on before they could do anything about the cancer. I can only imagine what he must be going thru - all this medical stuff - and with having his aphasia - it can ONLY be the MOST frustrating thing! I know I would LOSE my mind.

But, he did (Praise God) DID survive the surgery and now we're taking it day-by-day with the colon cancer. Ever since I became pregnant w/my miracle baby, my father had wanted me to decorate the nursery in girlie-girl colors, but money is spread really tight in my house, so it stayed blue (it was a sports room for my husband) and I used Winnie-the-Pooh themes. Well, when I found out Dad's low percentages of surviving the surgery, my husband and I went out and bought the paint and stayed up all night one Saturday night on the weekend before his surgery on Tuesday. We painted one wall a beautiful pink and three walls a bright purple. We've decorated it in flowers and butterflies. It is truly a little girls room now.

He didn't feel too well (Dad) to come over and see it, but it was SO important to me and my husband that he see it (just in case something happens)....I wanted him to know that I honored his wishes (2 1/2 years later)....but it was hard to come up with the $50 in paint and $30 in supplies as any struggling family will tell you. So, I was kinda sad, though I understood, when my stepmom called to tell me he wasn't coming over. I didn't understand why we couldn't go get him or she couldn't bring him over. Well, a few hours later, the doorbell ring and since I wasn't expecting anyone, when I opened the door and saw DAD......I CRIED! He told me he didn't want to see pictures of it, he wanted to see it for himself! I LOVE MY DAD SO MUCH! :cheer:

Sorry if I bored you with this story, but it truly meant so much to me because it meant so much to my father. And I just don't think it's fair that he's a stroke survivor, has aphasia, and now has been dealt with the aneurysm and colon cancer.

Keep praying for us! It sure worked with the surgery. And God Bless You All for being here to let me vent - to let me share my happy times - and my sad times - and you've given me an outlet to do so without any risk of being ridiculed! Love and Happiness to you all!