The words I did not want to hear....

My mom's cancer is back. We knew that it was a matter of "when" not "if".

But, this "when" sure does seem soon, if you ask me. But no one did. I could be mad at God. I could be mad at my mom. I could be mad at the mailman, for that matter. None of that will do any good.

It is what it is. I told my mom that we will walk with road with as much grace and strength that we can. Thankfully, my grace and strength come from an Unending Supply.

It is in her lungs and in her brain. They will treat it aggressively. Good idea. Treat cancer aggressively. It deserves no mercy.


This is the verse that I am counting on:

2 Corinthians 9:8 (Contemporary English Version)

⁸God can bless you with everything you need, and you will always have more than enough to do all kinds of good things for others.