Preliminary results say it's malignant, and it's a Grade III brain tumor. Still waiting on the final results, hopefully, will know something by Monday. The brain specialist says we will start chemo and radiation, after we get the final results. We will have to see a chemo oncologist and a radiation oncologist, to set up a treatment schedule.

Today, my sweet friend, came over and took a multitude of pictures of my dad - some with the kids, some with Maggie, some with me, some, by himself. The hardest thing I ever did. As soon as I sat down by him to get our picture taken, he told me he loved me. I lost it. My kids all left the room. I didn't mean to do it. It just happened. My friend, Charity, the photographer, was also in tears. I felt so bad. She lost her dad a little over a year ago to cancer. I would've NEVER dreamed to ask her to take pictures of my dad, under these circumstances. She approached me when I found out my dad's prognosis. She told me to pick a day and time and she would come take pictures. Charity is an excellent photographer and an even better friend. Thank you, so very much, Charity. I know this was just as hard on you, as it was on my kids and me. I love you. What a wonderful, generous thing for you to offer. I know these pictures are going to be treasured forever.

For some reason, an old James Taylor song keeps running through my mind today...."How sweet it is, to be loved by you..." I have been blessed with the sweetest Daddy anyone could EVER, EVER hope to have. He has gone above and beyond the call of duty and helped me and my kids more than he'll ever know. What would I have done without him all these years?

I decided it might be a good idea to get some photographs taken before treatment begins. We don't know for sure how he's going to handle the chemo, or if he can. I pray it doesn't make him sick. I pray the doctor is right, and it makes him have a better quality of life.

I love you, Daddy.