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Al’s Story

Welcome to our CaringBridge website. We've created it to keep friends, family, and all prayer warriors updated about Al Garrett. Get started by reading the introduction to our website, My Story.

We invite you to visit often to read the latest journal entries, visit the photo gallery, and, most especially, to write us a note in our guestbook. Seeing your posts encourages and uplifts us. We covet your prayers and would love to see them in print if you feel led to do that. We invite you to share the site and Al's situation with as many as you know will pray! The more the better!

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Saturday, May 26, 2012, 2:00am

"Mr. Garrett, you do have cancer."

I (Gina) expected that. Had been nagging him to get checked for several months. Had begun being afraid to go in the house after work because I was afraid I would find him dead. Still, shock reverberated through every fiber of my being. Cancer. Not just any cancer, bile duct cancer. Metastasized. My mouth was saying "We're going to beat this!" my heart was saying "God, how can You allow this! He's going to die!"

Spring, 1970

A skinny 13-year-old girl walks into the teen Sunday School class at Dellview Church of the Nazarene in San Antonio, TX. A big, burly 14-year old boy thinks "good legs!" And the love story began. By that summer, we were "going steady" and have been together ever since. We have raised two beautiful daughters, seen both married, one divorced and remarried, fallen in love with our fine, strong sons-in-law, seen three precious grandchildren born. We have walked through the valley of death with three of our four parents. We have experienced the ecstacy of first love, the angst of the first fight, the delirium of making up, the "seven-year itch" when we wondered who that stranger was, the work of pushing through, and the delight of finding each other again. We have watched with joy our babies be born and cried with the ones that didn't make it. We have loved each other through the good times and persevered through the tough ones.


We now find ourselves at the worst of times. We depend on God, on each other, and, delightfully, on the many family members and friends who are battling with us! We welcome you and your extended friends and family to walk with us as we learn the lessons and see the blessings and miracles God has in store! Shout the battle cry loud and long - BEAT CANCER! BEAT CANCER! BEAT CANCER!

January 28, 2013

Al lost his battle with Cholangeocarcinoma, bile duct cancer, at 4:59pm. He is well at last.

Latest Journal Update


Today is "D-day".

Three years ago today,

I was worried.

I had lunch with my closest girl friend

and shared with her that I didn't know what was wrong,

but something was.

I told her "He's dying!"

That afternoon, he asked to be taken to the ER.

Just a few hours later,

the diagnosis was made.


The following eight months passed too quickly.

They were hard, hard months

as I watched my Beloved husband pass slowly from this life

to the next.

They were filled with pain and suffering

and when his healing finally happened,

it was a relief to know he was well at last.

And when his ended,

my suffering began.

In the 27 months since he went home,

my life has been filled with turmoil and sorrow.

And I could not have gotten through it without God!

He has carried me, comforted me, pushed me to survive.

He gave me wonderful daughters to ensure that I ate,

He gave me amazing grandchildren to nurture my will to live,

He gave me a marvelous best friend to ensure I got out of the house,

He gave me mighty prayer warriors in my sister and brother-in-law,

and many others,

to pray for my broken heart.

And in those darkest hours when nothing,

no person could help,

when the anguish consumed me,

He held me in His strong arms and whispered

"I am here! You can do all things through Me!

Hang on, I have a plan to prosper you, a hope for you, a future!

Don't give up, My child!"

And He has healed!

The scar is there.

It will always be tender,

will sometimes be downright painful when the "weather" is right.

But the wound,

the open, bleeding, gash,

has healed.

Thank You, Daddy God, for Your presence!

Thank You for your healing!

I think back three years and the terror that was coming,

the sorrow and loss,

and I wonder that I am here!

Only through You!

Only You have gotten me through!

Without you carrying me,

without You encouraging me,

without You holding me close,

I would surely have died of grief!

Thank You for all you have done!

Thank You for bringing joy in You back to my heart!

Thank you for bringing happiness back to my life!

Thank you for the people you have placed in my life!

Thank you for Al,

for the years we had together,

the love we shared.

Thank You that he is well at last and safe in your presence!

The Lord is my strength and my shield;

my heart trusts in Him,

and He helps me.

My heart leaps for joy,

and with my song I praise Him.

                                                                 ~~ Psalm28:7 NIV ~~