This thing called Cancer

A colleague of mine was talking to me about his young son who is terminal. As I sat and listened to him talk I began to wonder about this thing called Cancer. It has taken so many of our lives, it has killed so many and we still have not solved it's puzzle: What causes this thing called Cancer? I can't help but wonder how this disease can strip us of life, early life and often without notice. My father was a survivor of Cancer but was beaten down because of it. He had lung and brain cancer; two bouts fought with all of him human strength-won yet ultimately lost-weak, frail and limited in mental capacities when he died of related complications last November.

It stopped my in my tracks. A young boy. My colleagues son, who is terminal. How he carries on with strength I don't know. He says to me after a long pause with tears streaming from his eyes, "it sucks"... this Cancer thing I have been speaking about. I am angry of the priorities of our nation. We spend billions on war...and spend millions on research for Cancer. We are dying at home and killing the innocent abroad. Our nation is missing out on the opportunity to help millions of victims. Missing out on curing a deadly disease that strips us down to nothing. If we had any sense at all we would set our priorities to cure this awful disease and take back our ill and help them to live! Seven years old and terminal. I couldn't help but cry for my colleague today. I felt his pain. His suffering. His inability to understand why this is happening to his son. I could only say "take care" but I wanted to say to him that I feel his pain and I will be praying for him. In a moment of silence...I am praying for my colleagues son that he finds a way to beat this thing called Cancer