My friend has cancer.
My FRIEND has cancer. It fairly sucks and I'm incredibly pissed off about it. I am so sick of this disease and the horror it brings to the people I love. I watched my mother in law die from it, and wept with my sister b/c it stole her fertility. I don't care if you do end up "cancer free" you're never really "free" from the scars it leaves behind.
Tonight, I heard her say several times, "I knew it was going to come back." She'd had it before, the doctors operated, and she was apparently, "cancer free." I'm sorry. . .this probably isn't very "correct" but if this is a representation of "freedom" I'll pass. Thanks anyway.
Which leads me to a new vein of thought - God breathed freedom. TRUE freedom.
While she is suffering, while her body will indeed reject itself and she'll be sicker than she's ever been before, there is freedom within her spirit. She's a child of God who knows her Father's voice, and its the words He speaks to her that will give her HOPE.
I listened tonight as our Purple Sisters poured love onto her - it was spoken aloud, written in cards, drawn in pictures. It came by way of kleenex, blankets, crafted jewelry, and tears.
It will take time for the HOPE to reveal itself. In the meantime. . .we hold fast to the truth that the Giver of Hope will hold her hand, catch her tears, and bring her peace.
Peace and healing aren't the same. I know that you know this. I hate to hear of such suffering and I pray with you. Her healing will come...eventually. I realize this may be of little comfort, but it's true. We may not ever know why God chooses the path he puts before us. We have to understand that we are his and as such he uses us as fits his purpose. Doesn't make it easy, though. Much Love coming your way from South Carolina.
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