God and cancer

She has cancer.  It is very challenging, but she'd be the first to tell you that it's hard to keep a good woman down.  Some days, however, it is hard for this good woman to get up and out of bed to take care of the most mundane necessities of daily life.

In the midst of this illness she has seen God at work bringing her family closer to each other, expressing genuine concern for each other.  That alone warms her heart.  She has watched as the petty irritants that occupied so much of her son's conversation are forgotten and gratitude is being expressed more often.  This makes her grateful.  Not for the cancer, but for the God at work in the midst of the cancer.

I wonder, if it was I who was lying on that bed, allowing one form of poison to be pumped into my veins in order to 'save' me from another growing threat within my body....I wonder whether the faith that has sustained me so far would carry me through that particular valley of death.  Would I still be able to hear God and would I find comfort in God's presence?

I have no idea.  I don't think any of us do until we are looking at death face to face.  To whom will I cling?  What will bring me comfort and strength?  For now, I practice my prayers so I am well versed when I will need them so desperately.

She has cancer.  The cancer doesn't have her.  God has her, and it is a sight to behold.