It's okay.

It's an interesting thing. When you're faced with our situation, with a loved one battling cancer (which I still hate with every ounce of my being) and knowing it's terminal, it's a fine balance.

The selfish part of you wants to say FIGHT, fight to the end, we want you around a little longer.

The other part of you just needs/has to say, it's okay, it's okay to leave.

Larry often says "Brain cancer is exhausting".

In a moment of intense emotion last night he just said through tears, I'm ready to go. And for those who love him, it's hard to hear him say that. He is just so ready for his perfect healing whether it's here on earth or in Heaven.

I can't even begin to imagine how he must be feeling, or the emotions running through his body. I try to put myself in his shoes, but you just simply can't. 

We continue praying for comfort for his mind, his body, his spirit.

And continue reminding him that it's okay.

1 Timothy 6:12

"Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses".