Genetic deficiency

I have come to the realization that I must have the weakest genes in the history of mankind.

I've known for quite some time (since he popped out, actually) that my son is the spitting image of my husband.

However, I've been holding out hope that my little girl might resemble me just the slightest bit.

Nope.

I spotted a baby picture of my mother-in-law at their house yesterday and did a double take. I actually thought it was a picture of my Little Ladybug hanging on the wall. I mean, the resemblance was unCANNY!

Suck. All I have to show for my two kids is a few extra pounds (Ok, QUITE a few extra pounds) and some stretch marks.

In just a moment...

It's amazing how quickly life can take a sharp turn. This morning, all was generally well in my life. I could have used a little more sleep, but other than that, I was doing quite well.

About an hour ago, my mom called to tell me that my dad's PSA levels were on the rise. Everything came to a screeching halt.

Four years ago, my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. They removed his prostate and felt pretty good that the cancer had been contained and they'd gotten it all. However, it now appears they did not.

In six months, his PSA levels have doubled. They'll check again in six months to see where his levels are. Until then, it's kind of a waiting game. A miserable, frightening, confusing, unknown waiting game. It could be years before anything serious develps. Or, it could be much, much sooner.

My first instinct is to pray, but I'm not sure what to pray for. For my dad to be healed? For patience while we wait? For answers? For all of the above?

I'd really like to ask God to turn back the clock a few hours...