Pappy, Johnson and My Doll
The girls and Cindy call him Pappy, the guys at work call him Johnson and I call him "My Doll".
He probably wouldn't be too happy that I told that to the whole world. I finally got around to scanning some pictures. They were taken before he lost so much weight. Even though he has had so many chemo treatments, he still has that beautiful salt and pepper grey hair; he has had that since he was 26.

Sam is still in a lot of pain. If the radiation did any good at all, it helped him to be able to sleep on his side some instead of sitting up all the time. These last few days have been very difficult. I had to clean out his office last Friday and I believe aside from all of the cancer emotions that daily rip you apart, that was the most difficult thing that I have had to do. You just wouldn't believe all of the memories that I found for the last 40 years. He even had a list of Christmas presents that he was considering getting me for Christmas one year (the people that know Sam know very well that he isn't too good about buying gifts; it has gotten to be a joke around the office. He always says that I buy everything before he gets a chance (poor excuse).

I pray day and night for Sam's pain to go away. Please continue to include that in your prayers for him. I guess that's the part of this whole thing that I don't understand. In spite of everything, we still have so many blessings to be thankful for and I still know that God's plan is the best for everyone. One day we will understand it all. Until then.