There is very little that I hate, I mean really hate. I talk big talk about hating such and such and so and so, but if pressed to remember my pacifist core there isn’t much I can justify hating.
Except cancer. It rips at the mind body and souls of too many people. People we love and care for, people we need. Person I love more than words can describe. And so I hate it. And maybe that goes against my pacifist core, but when it comes to cells attacking my father’s body, I don’t care. We’re never going to sit at a table negotiating a truce with these cells.. I feel certain they wouldn’t be interested anyways.. They don’t have souls to plead to or minds to reason with in order to get them to the table, so I think it’s okay to hate these cells.
As I go to sleep tonight I hold in my prayers those who are having to keep ahead of the pain caused by cancer. Some keep ahead of it with meds, others with prayer, and there are those who keep ahead of it by releasing it in tears. Yes yes, I keep so many in my prayers this late night, the vast majority I do not know so I hand them over God because he knows all who I am praying for.
Thanks for keeping my sister-in-law in your prayers; she’s dying of breast cancer that is growing rapidly in her lungs.
oh jan. i am so sorry to hear about your sister-in-law. i’m so so sorry. and your family and all those who love her as well.