This is a post that I was not planning on writing today. I was hoping that I would never actually write it and that a miracle would happen. Yesterday one of my dearest friends lost her mother. The first best friend that she ever had, and the person that shaped her to be the woman I love today. Cancer took her away from us and I am stuck here wondering why? Why does cancer exist? Why does it have to hurt us and rip people from our lives without remorse?
In February of this year, I was faced with the hard reality that the man that was one of the most loyal, loving, kindhearted, men that I had ever known, Robert Farrow Keathley, was no longer going to be living on the 200-acre farm that he called home in Danville, AR. He had been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer the year before and had lost the battle less than a year later. That was my grandfather, and I was his sunshine.
Cancer took my sunshine away and now every day that the sun is shining I know that my grandpa is watching over me. He is encouraging me and lifting me up, he is protecting me.
My friend will be okay eventually. She will always remember her mom and so will I but the one thing that I can’t understand is why a disease like this doesn’t have a cure yet. Why does it take so many people being affected to finally do something?
That is the goal for me in my lifetime is to see a cure for cancer. On that day I will praise God and be thankful for His amazing works that He is doing on this Earth, even more, thankful than I am already. If you want to know what I pray for every single night, that is it, a cure for cancer, and I hope you do too.
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