Truly Blessed

Last week I realized (and I'm just now getting to write about it. :) ) I am truly blessed. My dad was recently diagnosed with a mild form of prostate cancer and I'll admit, I was pretty upset about it. I mean, come on, it's cancer. Cancer is like the ultimate cuss word that nobody wants to hear. I was also, believe it or not, pissed at my dad because he's the guy who won't do anything about cancer. He never thought he would get it because cancer doesn't run in his family. It's heart problems he has to worry about. That's why he still hasn't gone to get his colonoscopy even though he's 3 years overdue and the doctor told him last year he needed one. I had a little bit of the "serves him right" attitude.
 At first I didn't really have anybody to turn to because my parents didn't want me telling anybody and the rest of my family didn't know. The only reason I knew was because I was with my mom and dad when he received the phone call and after we found out Mom and Dad didn't really talk about it anymore. That's how our family deals with things. We only talk about it when there's been development or it's like super duper important.
However, I did email my block group from school and those who received my email have been very supportive about it and understanding and they have no idea how much I appreciate it. When it was okay to start telling people I told my two best friends. One of them has experienced a parent having cancer. Both of them were supportive and told me that they were there for me. And they definitely have been.
Last week I had to tell a few of my friends  from school that I wouldn't be able to go to our friend's wedding because we didn't know what was going to be going on with my dad yet and once again all of them reassured me of their presence and made sure I knew they would be there for me. :)
Then two days ago I ended up having to tell the couple I'm staying with for my internship (which is so awesome you have no idea! And I'm NOT working with deaf kids. My emphasis is actually more towards psychology now than interpreting. I'm actually not even getting an interpreting degree. I'm getting a deaf studies degree which the degree just without the interpreting classes but without the interpreting class I can't be an interpreter) that Dad had cancer after they asked me about my parents' vacation plans. And I was once again given prayers and comfort. :)
The sad thing is that none of these blessings really hit me until yesterday after I got home from my internship. It was 9:00 at night. I was supposed to be home at 7:00. It's a 2 1/2 hour drive that turned into a 4 1/2 hour drive because of all the storms that there were. What also happened on my way hope which I'm really upset, embarrassed, and grateful for is that when I was about an hour and a half away from home I got pulled over for speeding, right when my mom was calling me too to see where I was (go ahead and laugh I know you want to). Thankfully since I'd never been pulled over before and I think also because he saw how nervous I was by how much my hands were shaking he let me go with a warning. So there it was my worst nightmare. Getting pulled over by a cop and getting caught in storm by myself and my perfect driving record ruined. I was so PISSED you have no idea. I was angry and tired and I just wanted to be home. And the reason I wrote this blog is because I'm still upset about it today, but as I was thinking and really understanding how lucky I was and hope much God was looking after me I realized I truly was blessed not just last night but with my family and friends and my job and my internship opportunity.

P.S. I totally blame my getting pulled over on my co-worker/ case worker Adam because he told me to speed home to beat the storm. :)