I hate cancer. My friend and spiritual father Royce died from cancer; whenever I hear jazz, see a Cracker Barrel, or pass by a KOA, I think of Royce and miss him. Ron, too, died of cancer; I knew his grandkids better than I knew him, but any guy who pulls my car out of a ditch gets kudos from me. My uncle David died of cancer at 54. While I was a youth pastor in Spring Green, “Aunt” Lea and Mark Koller also passed away from cancer; Aunt Lea had lived a long and full life, but Mark was only 51.
And then there are all the survivors, the friends who have lived with and overcome cancer. These are, sadly, fewer on my list.
Today, a friend working with Campus Crusade called Jake and I. His friend Remus was in the hospital watching his three-year-old daughter die from a tumor in her brain. Would we visit them and pray for her healing?