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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop The Big C.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop The Big C. | The Big C. |
| Tuesday, 17 May 2011 | |
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I received a personal message in Facebook last week from a friend. She was asking what the best time is for her to call me at night. I replied. The next day I received a text message from her telling me that she couldn't check my reply to her PM because they don't have internet access. And I thought, how important could that call be? I got a little worried. She came here without a family. She has friends, of course. I knew I'd be the last person she'd think about when she needs something (unless it is a task of what-they-think-is my specialty). She's independent and a very easy person. She's smart, nice, and a happy person with great Faith in God. So why the urgency of a call? I thought. I called her that night and got the shock of my life. She told me a story on how she was doing and what she's gone through since February of this year. I had no idea. She started crying when she came to the hardest part-- saying, "I have cancer. I might need you." I do not know which part of it was the hardest. Is it the "I have cancer" part or the "I might need you" part? It doesn't matter. Life is not fair at times. We do not know why God gives us hard games sometimes. We take care of our body, we eat right, we exercise, we live right. We're nice to people, we give back to God. We love. Then suddenly we have that big deadly C. She did not say these exact words but there's no doubt in her tone, she wanted to ask God. And she did, in a different way-- "What's your message, Lord?" She knows God is trying to tell her something. She knows God has a hidden message to her and probably to those people around her. To me, now that she has concerned me. She apologized for burdening me with it. She's 13 years older than I am and she thinks I am too young to be burdened by it. But she said she has no one else to run to. I do not know how to tell her that it's a privilege for me to be able to help anyone who is in such a need. My company and my prayers are all that I can give. I am grateful for those who asks for it. People who really knows me know I have really nothing more than these to offer. And I thank God for every opportunity that I can give it to anyone who asks. My friend will be undergoing a surgery to remove the part with a stage-1 cancer on Monday. She said the doctor told her that recuperating time could be as long as 6 weeks. She might need me to stay with her at her place in Manhattan until she's strong enough to be alone. I said yes, of course. I can't leave my job but I can go straight to her and spend the nights with her. I hope she allows me to do her laundry, cook, and clean up. She's hard-headed. But the biggest part really is to pray for her recovery. My SIL once told me that if one has a cancer, one will always have a cancer. The doctor told her that if they remove the part with a cancer, she can have a normal life for the next five years or so. I wanted to ask, "What happens after that?", but kept to myself. I know she'd ask the same question. My friend made me promise not to tell anyone about her because she's afraid it might get to her family. Her concern is her mom. But she needs prayer warriors now. So my request is simple. If you're reading this, please pray for her. I cannot give you a name so why don't you just please pray for those people who are suffering from this deadly C and include my friend instead. I hope that works. I hope we pray for one another. Constantly. Do kindness not in random but in a deliberate way. It's a challenge we face in this generation; in these times. To my friend: I see Christ in that big "C". I know you see Him, too. Know that you are not alone. |
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