Family Fears and Food

First week back blogging:

This week we went to Lefty’s Main Street Café. The place was filled with old locals. The menu was extensive with a long list of specialty sandwiches that all sounded great. After much deliberation we ordered. Katherine went with the Philly cheese steak with onion rings, Olga got a barbeque sandwich, and I got a grilled ham and Swiss. I am having a difficult time recalling the details of this lunch not because it was mediocre but because life got in the way of eating.
While Katherine and Olga were joyfully chatting over our exceptional meal I was concentrating hard on eating my sandwich. I looked up unsure if I wanted to pull them into what was upsetting me. Yes we are the Blacksburg Contessas and outside of recreationally eating we have lives that bring us joys and hardships.
I was not myself that day because I was scared for my father’s health. Skin cancer runs rampant in my family and has taken the lives of many of my relatives. Over break, I found out that my dad had a mole on his back that was so precancerous looking he wouldn’t show my mother and me. I had first noticed it two years earlier and he still hadn’t gotten it checked out. During lunch thoughts of being the girl whose father was dying of cancer were running through my head.
I was so overwhelmed with fear that I started crying. Olga and Katherine were stunned. My tears had come without warning. Long story short my father is perfectly healthy. Actually he is better than before. The scare of cancer caused him to stop smoking and all of break he flooded my mother and me with questions about what it means to be filled with the Holy Spirit. He told me recently over the phone he wants to be a changed person and have his life be glorifying to God.
My Lefty’s Café scare was just another testament to how fully God is in control and how mysteriously he works. If it takes a week of fear for me, my mom, and my dad to get my father to see that God wants to be the focus of his life I am all right with that.
I strongly recommend Lefty’s for lunch. Also the wait staff seems to know how to handle emotionally distraught customers.

I am pretty sure you have noticed by now but this blog is about more than just food. It is about the lives of a Blacksburg Contessa. This week Alpha's Pizzaria!