We recently attended my cousin, Janette's wedding. It was a lovely, God-honouring ceremony and Janette had asked Dad if he could walk them through communion. As I watched Dad speak quietly with them and serve them the emblems, I started to cry. Because what came to mind was a conversation Dad had with Janette from his hospital bed four months earlier. And now he is present, active and serving communion. His recovery continues! The latest Oncologist report: No more appointments for six weeks and the x-ray shows almost no sign of the tumor. "If I didn't know your diagnosis," the doctor said, "I wouldn't be able to tell you even have cancer." We continue to praise and we continue to pray. In the thick of the worst of it, back in April, I was driving to the hospital. It was a time of bad news followed by more bad news and I was meeting my parents and my sister to get more news (there wasn't much hope that it would be good). On my drive I was pray