Our family was devastated on March 31, 2011 when we lost our dear mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, sister & aunt to cancer. She was so young every one would say. But as of yesterday I've come to realize that cancer doesn't discriminate on age. Tiny babies to 95 year old's can get this horrid disease. Some win and others lose the battle.
My first encounter with cancer was with my sister, she was in her mid 30's. She had breast cancer and the breast had to be removed, then chemotherapy was done. She is a survivor for almost 20 years now.
My second encounter was with my mother. She had stomach cancer and the doctors were able to remove ¾ of her stomach and then do radiation. Mum struggled for a few years after that with health issues because she only had a tiny stomach. It was found, 5 years after her first round with it, that she had it again. This time it came back in many of her major organs. I lost my mother at the tender age of 55.
Then we found out that my nephew had a cancer, I think it was skin but I can't remember. He was in his mid 20's when he found out. He is now in his mid 30's and going strong.
My mother-in-law was diagnosed in January of 2011 at the age of 60. She had a massive tumour in her uterus. Doctors started chemotherapy on her. Two weeks after her first round doctors found a staph infection and had to stop treatments. It didn't take long for the cancer to take over.
My most recent blow is now a cousin of my husbands. She's only 25(?) and is now in the process of figuring out what type of cancer she has. I barely know Susan but my heart goes out to her and her family.
So Susan, if you happen to read this, I want you to know that God is with you and I'll keep praying for you. I've enjoyed reading your blogs and hope that you will continue to blog (maybe on the hospital food?) Keep your chin up, shoulders back and take this chapter of your life with the grace and dignity you were given by God. He won't ever give us more than we can't handle and He will never leave your side (even when it feels like there is no one there).
To anyone else reading this, whether you're family is struggling with this disease or not, you will blame God and you will be mad at Him, but ultimately you will figure out that He is going to be the only strength you will need. When the chemotherapy and radiation has drained your physical strength raise your eyes to heaven and say “Father God, please carry me. I can not do this alone”.