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Quick Dad Update: Dad had an MRI yesterday and today we received the wonderful news of no changes, no indication of tumor growth- everything is stable! This is even compared to the MRI done over a year ago- everything appears stable and that is such amazing news! Dad is thrilled to be off all treatments- his blood pressure is back to normal and he's been feeling better each day.  Thank you all for the continued thoughts and prayers, as Dad continues fighting to BTHO Brain Cancer!

It takes a pretty special soul to be a caregiver for a loved one. Someone who takes the bad days in strides, and celebrates the good days as small victories. Someone who never cries while Dad is around, but instead shows great strength in moments when we all want to fall apart.  Who is this special soul? My favorite caregiver- my Mom, and everyone's favorite Mutz.  From day one she has told every doctor we've met that Dad is going to beat the odds- and he has. She has never crumbled or given up. She has never said she can't, but instead she continues to prove that she always can.  She had learned to do the yard work and work the pool equipment, pay the bills and manage Dad's appointments- she literally does it all.  There are moments when I'm not sure how she does it. Moments where anyone else would have given up and quit, but instead she continues with great strength, a big smile, and strong faith leading the way.  This weekend we celebrated 60 years for Mutz. ...

October 5 will always hold a pretty important place in our hearts. On October 5, 2013 our entire world was turned upside down. And although we didn't know what exactly caused Dad's seizure that day- we consider this date Dad's "cancer-versary".  Three years.  Three years ago we were told the statistics associated with Dad's cancer- statistics that were not freely given to us, but statistics that were asked by Dad to our Neurosurgeon- 14.6 months.  Approximately 20% of people diagnosed with Gliblastoma will survive three years. Our hearts stopped.  I look back now and remember the fear that consumed me when I heard that my Dad would have just ONE year left in his lifetime. How foolish of me to think that I had the right to limit God to statistics.  How foolish of me to think that His hand was not in the midst of our darkest days.  How foolish of me to not believe in miracles. Because that is exactly what Dad is- a miracle. As Dad reaches his 3 year mark batt...