Your daddy...THE INCREDIBLE HULK.

That is my husband, your daddy.  He was diagnosed 8 months ago with a STAGE 4 cancer with a tumor that was 14x12x8.  Huge..Out look not good.  You're dad and I cried and cried and then your daddy got mad.  He got mad that he was two months from the last day of his life.  He got mad at never seeing you kids walk down the aisle, or graduate from college.  He might never see you have your first job or drive your first car.  He might not ever meet his grand kids....or see your lives thrive the way we prayed for each and every day. 

And when he got mad he got GREEN....Incredible Hulk broke out of his soul and he fought each second of 8 months.  He researched supplements and foods to flush his bad blood.  He didn't eat any sugar knowing that cancer feeds on sugar.  He turned down drinks.   He turned down tobacco.  He turned down every morsel of Christmas cookie and birthday cake.  He gagged  down nasty concoctions of oil and cottage cheese and seeds.  He gagged down spinach and carrot smoothies.  He ate to keep his strength and then snuggled you kids at night knowing full well if he moved he may have to vomit.  He never did...he never let you see.  He woke each day and went to exercise because he knew his muscles would prevent his life from fading.

Jerrod, your daddy never ONCE felt sorry for himself or wished this on someone else instead.  He was happy that it was him...and not me...or one of you that had to go through this.  He was and always has been our rock.  My rock.  Through thick and thin. 

Today ....the doctors told us that Daddy is in remission. Remission means that your dad is one tough man.  Remission means that I picked the right man to be your daddy.  Remission means that this family....can do ANYTHING>  Get ready kids...for the rest of your life....anything goes.