...so the week after our week from hell, my parent had their own. My Dad, Fossil, was diagnosed with cancer. Although I'm not sure of all the terminology there were some words that kept racing around my head...'inoperable', 'chemotherapy', 'radiation', 'surgery', 'major surgery'. These words are being chased away by some other more positive words 'Professor', 'oncologist', 'successful', 'private health insurance' - thankfully my parents have that!
Fossil has just finished his first round of chemo - so far so good.
It's funny - I don't believe in God, I don't believe there is a plan for us all, I don't believe in heaven. I'm pragmatic, realistic, but just every now and then I occasionally wish there was something I could pray to. I wish that something could undo all the bad, I wish something could take away all the pain and hurt and sad.....but then I think that if there was a god, in the way that the Christian's believe there is, one that is omnipotent, one that has a plan for all of us - why the hell would he choose to put us through shit like this? Then I remember that this is one of the main reasons I don't believe......that, and I reckon it's all a giant crock!
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Paula, my thoughts and wishes are with you all. xxxxxxxx
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