Lately, it seems like every time I turn around, I see that someone else has been diagnosed with cancer. I don’t know if there’s really been an increase in the number of cancer cases or if I’m just more aware of it, but I can’t get away from it.
I know too many who have lost their cancer fights. My childhood best friend Nathan lost his cancer battle a few years back. A friend lost her mom to cancer late last year. It seems like there’s no escaping it.
Thankfully, we’ve come a long, long way in finding cures and treatments. We’re able to bring cancer into remission in many cases and even help to maintain a longer quality of life for so many with terminal cancer.
I just wish sometimes that cancer would go away. I want it to stop. I don’t want to see or hear of another child who has found out that he or she has cancer. I don’t want to read about it. I’m tired of it.
I’m praying for a cure for all forms of cancer. I’m praying that one day having cancer will be like having the flu or bronchitis with a regimen of medicines to help knock it out. Better yet, maybe there will be a vaccine.
Ultimately, my confidence isn’t in a cure or a vaccine. My hope is that one day that cancer, like all disease and death, will be no more. I know that because of the resurrection, my hope isn’t wishful thinking or pie-in-the-sky dreaming, but a confident assurance in what God has promised.
I suppose that in heaven, cancer will be a vague memory. I know that Jesus will wipe away every tear of sadness and sorrow and loss. One day all the bad things like cancer and hatred and war and poverty will be undone and all that we’ve lost will be restored a thousandfold.
In the mean time, cancer is stupid. I don’t like it at all.
I’ll keep praying and hoping and waiting. One day stupid cancer will be gone.