This week, I said good-bye to my “mom”. She is my adopted mom from college. Someone who battled cancer and lost. I’ve known a lot of those people recently and it’s hard. It’s hard to see them get the devastating news that cancer is now a regular part of their lives. It’s hard to see them make difficult choices about treatment when the treatment is just as bad as the disease. It’s hard to see them fight, to see them battle, to see their pain and suffering and then to see the cancer win.
But the war hasn’t been lost. Many I know who have felt the pain of cancer have relied on their faith to give them the strength to fight the disease and, in the end, the strength to say goodbye to this world with the peace of knowing what is waiting for them. They knew they were going home. “Mom” knew what was waiting for her, but she didn’t want to leave us with the pain of missing her. I miss her. She was one of those people who taught me how to love and truly care for the students I worked with. If I had my wish, she would still be here, but she is where she should be, in the arms of her loving Savior. Thank you “Mom” for all you were. I know I’m not the only one you touched.