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[sinfulgemini]

Dear God,

I know that you can hear my heart screaming, begging you to take her illness away. Yet, today the Oncologist confirmed that she is in Stage 4, the final stage of cancer. Why?? Why is this happening?? Her "job" here on Earth cannot be done. She still has a 34 year old daughter, and a 3 yeard-old granddaughter. She still has things to do

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Dear God

[justpapabear]

Yesterday I partially identified myself as one of the friends of qwnbch and allalonenow when I asked you to add me to your friends list. My wife too is in stage 4 cancer. Three months ago we were given six to nine months. Two months ago we were given three to six months. One month ago it was two months. Now it is any day. I have been screaming "Why God" for a year and I get no answer that would make any kind of sense. Like you, my wife's job here is not finished. From her first marriage she has 9 children and 20 plus grand-children. I asked you to add me because I think we could be good support for each other at this point in life. Any way all I have to offer you is prayers and a hang in there, if only for her grand-daughter, and know there are other people going through the same thing. I live in Ohio, and like you I just set and wait for the next phone call. Thank you for listening and know that there are other people out here asking "Dear God"

Papa

Re: Dear God

[sinfulgemini]

Thanks for responding. We lost my oldest brother to cancer in 91, he had just turned 39. Then my dad in 99 also to cancer. And of course my sister (allaonenow's wife) in 02 although not from cancer. Life definately has it;s trials and tradgedies. Sometimes I get ssooo tired. If there is ever anything at all I can do for you please let me know. And yes, it does help knowing there is someone else out there saying "Dear God." Thanks.

Re: Dear God

[justpapabear]

And it usually leaves us feeling "why is it all the good ones" At least it does for me. My wife never did anything but good all her life, always helping people, no bad habits to break, just a good woman overall. I couldn't take care of her and me too, so she is now 7 hours away at her daughter's house, a specialty nurse with all her kids and grand kids, so maybe it is better for her. It doesn't make it any easier to take though. Thanks for adding me.

*hugs*

Papa

Re: Dear God

[sinfulgemini]

Indeed most of the time we have to make sacrifices for what is best for someone else, as opposed to what is best for ourselves. It sounds as though her daughter is more than qualified to take care of her and she is surrounded by so much love. Though it's hard to be far away. All in all cancer creates a feeling of total helplessness.

Re: Dear God

[justpapabear]

And it was a sacrifice that I would make again, if I had it to do over. It truly is a situation that we have to put ourselves out of the picture and just look at what is best for our loved one. There was no place for being selfish in that situation. Whether she would be here with me or there with all that love and support, cancer leaves you feeling totally helpless and it is such an ugly disease. It was a lose-lose situation for both of us. She knew she had to go, but wanted to be here with me. Unfortunately, I couldn't take care of me, mind take care of her.

Papa

Re: Dear God

[sinfulgemini]

Cancer is the ugliest of all diseases as far as I'm concerned.

Re: Dear God

[sinfulgemini]

Thanks for responding. We lost my oldest brother to cancer in 91, he had just turned 39. Then my dad in 99 also to cancer. And of course my sister (allaonenow's wife) in 02 although not from cancer. Life definitely has it's trials and tragedies. Sometimes I get ssooo tired. If there is ever anything at all I can do for you please let me know. And yes, it does help knowing there is someone else out there saying "Dear God." Thanks.

Re: Dear God

[justpapabear]

My dad died the ugliest death I ever saw of lung cancer in 1992. I was in his bedroom by his bed 24/7 for 6 days. The last night we had a student nurse from hospice here and I did percussion on my dad's back (you do it with your hands so they can breath) and he coughed up a bunch of gray stuff that was so nasty it made the student nurse sick enough she had to leave the room. I had to set on his stomach sometimes to keep him from thrashing around so much. If this is a duplicate copy just toss the other one. For some reason it didn't post, so I rewrote it.

Papa