Bad news is popping up all around me. Friends and family are all experiencing little, and big, issues of their own. I want to be supportive and yet it is hard not to get depressed about it all.
I arrived to work today to some devastated news of a dear co-worker’s husband. After a long fight, it has been confirmed that there is no winning of this battle against his cancer. It hit me hard – like a slap in the face.
I have prayed for them often – that this would not be the case. I know that my prayers were heard. Why wasn’t my unselfish request granted? I’m sorry to be feeling so negative right now. It’s just not fair.
I wish that I could help this dear friend. I wish that I could make it better, or easier, for her. But I know that I can’t. We have got to find a cure for cancer…somehow. It won’t be for my husband, or her’s. But there are so many more out there that desperately need a miracle. They scary thing is that they might not even know it.