Today we got the results of the bone marrow biopsy and when asked how he was doing, dad’s comment was something along the lines of “God is in control and He is good. He hasn’t changed just because I got cancer.”

As we were wrapping up, him explaining to us the treatment plan and where we’re going from here, dad said something like “I don’t want anyone begging God to heal me because they feel like He owes them or something.”