Cancer Sucks

Throughout my life, my brother hasn’t asked me for much. In fact, I can’t tell you the last time he asked me for anything. He has called me every day in the past three days about designing this tattoo for him. You see, his wife is a cancer survivor of about five years now, and last week, they received news that it’s returned. They celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary this month as well.

My best friend’s wife is also battling it right now. I haven’t eaten at their house since Thanksgiving and, honestly, I would give a day of my life for just one more spaghetti dinner in front of the TV watching Two and a Half Men with my Jones family.

I can’t help but be selfish.

God says he won’t give us any more than we can handle (Actually, not a bible verse, but a combination of many – look at 1 Cor 10:13 for starters) and I just have to be okay with that. Whether you believe in God, Yahweh, Allah, or whomever, I believe we are made in his or her image and we return there after our life here on Earth is complete.

That’s good enough for me.