As I was sitting in the break room with the student from the previous post she turned to me and said, "I hate cancer. It never plays fair, I just can't understand it. My mom had cancer. She surgery and chemotherapy and radiation. She's in remission now but it was so scary. I absolutely hate it!"
I hate it too!
From the first time I had met her in nursing school as a close friend's mother, she had been battling cancer. Mrs. V. was an amazing lady, so full of God's grace and peace. I remember once when I went to visit my friend, I ended up sitting on their couch for hours sipping tea listening to Mrs. V talk and tell me stories about God's faithfulness in her life. In many ways she became like a second mother to me. She even tried to put me to bed once. :)
Over the past few months Mrs. V's health had declined. The cancer had spread in her brain. I learned on Sunday morning that she had passed away only hours earlier. She did leave an equally amazing daughter but she will be missed and always fondly remembered.
Boy, do I hate it too!
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Me too.
My mom cried when she heard Mrs. V passed. We have known them for quite a long time and Mrs. V was such an inspiration and comfort to my mom, even before the diagnosis.
On a totally unrelated note, my husband and I have been talking about missions opportunities and we're really interested in the Mexico City trip that's been going on the last few years. Please send me information if you have any.
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