Bad things...

... come in threes. Not a good thing. The first bad thing, of course, was Zoe's accident. This next set of bad news, my father found out today that he has cancer, again. He had prostate cancer 4 1/2 years ago (I was about 5 months pregnant with Jake). The doctor doesn't know how bad, or where the cancer is yet. He's going to run more tests to find out exactly where, and what stage it is in. My mother told me, that my father found some lumbs just above the pubic hairline about a month ago. So, we'll see just how bad it is in a few weeks. My parents are going to Canada for my cousin's wedding this weekend. I think they're leaving the next day or too. If you are a praying type, please keep my father and family in your prayers. If you're not a praying type, good thoughts would be appreciated. Thanks!