As I sit here this evening, I must confess that I am somewhat disturbed in my spirit and some feelings are welling up inside me in a way they never have before or at least for a long time. I struggle to grasp the significance of what is going on in the lives of those so precious to me.
As you can read in the post before, my little niece, Regan, at the ripe old age of 4 develops a tumor on her brain that turns out to be, larger than a golf ball but not quite as large as a tangerine. They had surgery today, less than 36 hours after it’s discovery. The ongoing treatment and what caused it are unknown at this point. She made it thru the surgery safe and for that we are most grateful!
Then we heard from my Grandfather that my Grandma’s bone that broke was caused by her having bone cancer. Yet the doctors are unable to figure out were it is coming from so right now, they are unsure how to proceed with treatment.
I talked to a good friend of mine in Ohio who knows of two children close to them there, who have come down with cancer and the one is given a 25% chance of survival and if he makes it thru the first year, they raise the odds to 50%.
I have put up a sign at my store that reads thus;
#2 Question:
“Is today the day
I die?”
I am slowly coming to grips with the fact that life and what we we know of it here, is so short lived. To see these loved ones face the ultimate trial of life, to stare death in the face and realize that we have no promise of tomorrow, brings home the reality that this life is only the prep course. We were born to die. The only difference between those who have cancer and those of us who are “healthy” is the fact that they have a better idea of when they might die. We both will, it’s just a matter of when.
Our greatest fulfillment will never happen on this side of the grave, but will happen when we see our Saviors face. I long in a greater way tonight for the rapture. To see my loved ones suffer, makes me long for the day that there will be no pain, no more cancer, no more life and death struggles! I long, not for my own comfort this time, but because so many around me are hurting. Like the saints under the alter I ask, “How long?”
So to conclude, the young lady asked me the other day, “If that’s the number two question, what is number one?!”
“Am I ready to die?”