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One week ago we met the hospice nurse. Dad was tired and confused but could use the walker to go to bed. 4 days later he couldn't stand up with the walker so we used the provided wheelchair. Today he did not get out of bed.

There are some things a daughter just can't do. At least I can't. Changing an adult diaper for my dying dad is one of those. I just know he would not and does not want me to do that if someone else can help. He has a shred of dignity left.

He's hurting more. We think cancer is spreading even more aggressively each day than the day before.

We don't know when the Lord will call him home but I suspect in less than a month.

I haven't blogged in nearly 2 years. Honestly, I wasn't sure I could remember how to access this page, but here I am.

This is just a brief post. I'm not sure anyone has found this, my umpteenth attempt at blogging, but if I can remember to do it, I really want to write.

The title sums up a chunk of my life right now. My dad is losing the battle with cancer. Cancer is a beast no one wants to tangle with, yet it enters mist of our lives in some form. Most fight valiantly. Some are blessed to beat the beast. Others lose the battle. For those who know Jesus, losing the battle means winning the war.

My dad is getting closer each day to winning the war. Today Hospice came. It's all surreal. I want to use this blog to share from a daughter's view.

Until next time.

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