The C word.


Our air was broken again for the fifth summer in a row. 
The 100 degree heat didn't matter, though. 
It was his day: 4 years in the making. It was his time to call a new place home. 

I wondered what life would be like without any men in the house. First my dad. 

Now, my brother. 

Our last drive before everything changed. Suddenly, it spewed out of her mouth faster than the sprinkler water dried on the sizzling pavement. 

 The doctor's worst suspicion realized. Cancer. 

"Mom, I'm so sorry." What else do you say? I really need to pray. 

God is good. Life is hard. Cancer sucks. 

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