Time for New Growth
March was a month filled with cancer. A close friend died of cancer, a friend from high school's husband died from cancer, and I had brain surgery to remove a lesion that might be cancer. Ever since my dad died at the age of 52 of a heart attack, I've always worried that I would have the same fate. It never occurred to me that I might get cancer. Now that the risk looms large, I see that cancer runs in my family pretty prevalently. My father's mother died of stomach cancer at 64 years old. My sister had cervical cancer, but I plane crash killed her. My brother is recovering from lymphoma, and now I may be taking on cancer myself. As a result, I've decided to make some major changes in my life and focus on how I want to live for however much longer I have. Getting cancer is not usually an immediate death sentence, and I certainly pray that is not the case for me because I feel like I have a lot more left to give. But, ultimately, God decides how long we are allowed to s