I learned a few days ago, that a neighbor that I’ve had for my entire life has cancer…again. She had it years ago before I had any idea what the word cancer could really mean for someone. I knew she had it, battled it, and won, and that was the extent of my knowledge about her battle. She’s married, and is a wonderful person, as well as her husband. They’re good people is what we say. This is another instance in which I just want to ask why bad things have to always happen to good people. Of course, that’s a question that we can ask until we’re blue in the face and never get an answer for.
What I’m having a hard time with is what it must be like to be her, or just as much, her husband. See, as scary as learning that you have cancer is, it’s learning that you have a time left to go with it, and her doctors have given her 2 months. I am completely positive that they are both right with God, and perhaps even as scary as it could be for them, maybe knowing in their hearts that they’ll see each other again in Heaven is what will make it easier for them.
In one sense, I think it would be better to know approximately how much time you had left. But I don’t know. With Mom, it was cancer, but the doctors talked like she was going to be okay. I know you never know, but had I have known, the months leading up to her leaving would have been worlds different. I know she wouldn’t have wanted us to change a thing because of her, but I would have wanted to. I would have.
I hope I get to see her again. But even if I don’t, I’ll always remember her as the wonderful person that she is.
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