Uncle Petya–A prayer request

Last week, we learned some bad news at Safe Haven. Bogdon’s Dad, Petya, was diagnosed with prostate cancer. As usual, the doctors didn’t say very much to them at the time. He just gave them some medicine and told them to come back next week for some more tests. Anya looked the medicine up online and told me that it was for cancer that is in stage 3 or 4.
Anya asked for our prayers, so now I’m passing the request along to all of our friends. Petya is in good health, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong. As cancer always does, this caught them by surprise.
The first time I met Petya, Anya and Bogdon had taken the weekend off, and Bogdon’s parents came in to watch the house and the kids. They do this pretty regularly and the kids interact with them so well, you would think they have been family for their whole lives. During church that day, Petya sat with Viktor, and had his arm around him the whole time. I’ve sat with my grandparents like that, but not when I was 20 like Viktor. Over the months I’ve gotten to watch Petya, and he always seems to be hanging out with the kids who are off by themselves. No one gets left out when he’s around.
So please when you remember to pray for Safe Haven, pray for Petya. Bogdon’s dad and Grandpa to a lot of kids.

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