The Cancer is Back
I apologize for all of my negative posts, but it seems like my little world is falling apart.
My aunt's cancer is back for the umpteenth time. Tumor in the liver and abdominal cavity. She's not supposed to make it to her next birthday. How can they give her an exact date? Answer: They can't.
They're starting chemo next week... again. She's been pretty strong throughout this whole process until yesterday when she got the news. My dad said she was crying. My ballsy, head strong, and independent aunt, crying? That's how I knew it was serious.
[God,
I'm waiting to hear from You. I keep looking up. My knees haven't left the floor. My eyes have not opened.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." - Romans 8:28]
My aunt's cancer is back for the umpteenth time. Tumor in the liver and abdominal cavity. She's not supposed to make it to her next birthday. How can they give her an exact date? Answer: They can't.
They're starting chemo next week... again. She's been pretty strong throughout this whole process until yesterday when she got the news. My dad said she was crying. My ballsy, head strong, and independent aunt, crying? That's how I knew it was serious.
[God,
I'm waiting to hear from You. I keep looking up. My knees haven't left the floor. My eyes have not opened.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." - Romans 8:28]