“I don’t want to lose another dad.”
These were the words I cried out to my soon-to-be father-in-law.
You see, only a few months before this plea, I had lost my dad to cancer. It was a rough two years of dealing with doctors, health insurance battles and severe loss. My dad was my best friend. And in a short amount of time, he was gone. He wasn’t going to be able to walk me down the aisle. He wasn’t going to be able to dance with me at my wedding. And he wasn’t going to be able to pick me up when I was down. I was devastated.
Then, I looked at the health of my soon-to-be father-in-law. He was almost 600 pounds and could barely move. Food had become his comfort and drug in life. He was on a ton of different medications and had no zest for living anymore. He became helpless.
But there was one thing he had that my dad didn’t have: the chance to regain his health.