(I Hate) Tumors

At my home church in California, there is a little girl struggling with a malignant brain tumor. I saw some news footage taken of her and her sweet family, and I wept. I hate tumors. All tumors. But specifically ones having to do with the brain. It hits too close to home. Almost three years ago, I almost lost my sister to a brain tumor. Fortunately, the ending to Jaime's story is a happy one - one I rejoice in constantly. She is alive and well and is Supermom. I am so grateful for the miracle God did in saving her life.

However, I am struck and saddened by the fact that Jaime's ending is not the same as everyone else's. My grandfather died of brain cancer two years ago. My best friend lost her father to a heart attack. And this little girl I have never met is battling for her life against a malignant brain tumor. There are countless other stories from faceless people I do not know, and my heart breaks for the patients and for their families. I know what they're going through - I've been there too. And I cannot imagine doing it again.

I am not sure I will ever understand why tragedy strikes, why tumors and heart attacks and cancer happens... Why it happens to the people it happens to, or why God saves some and chooses to bring others home to Him... Maybe I'm not supposed to get it. Maybe the growth comes from the process, not from the understanding... I don't know.

I don't have much of a point with this blog post, I don't have a cute picture to display, and right now a clever and concise ending escapes me. So, I'll just end by asking you join me in praying for this little girl and for the people in your life who are struggling and battling and trying desperately to live. That is all. Thanks.