Dear cancer:

You probably thought of the nights and how they would trouble us. Because that makes sense.

You probably thought of the sadness we have wondering if we are going to be able to teach our 10 month old how to hit a three pointer. Because that makes sense.

You probably thought of the physical suffering we are going through. Because that makes sense.

You probably thought of our psychological and cognitive suffering. Because that makes sense.

You probably thought about our parents and how the idea of their child leaving before them must shake them to their core. Because that makes sense.

You probably thought about our four year old who asks “when is cancer finished?” Because that makes sense.

However………

You couldn’t have thought of a guy named Jesus who went through all of this and more and who goes through all of this and more with us. You couldn’t have thought of that. Because that doesn’t make sense.

You ain’t going to win, cancer. You ain’t going to win. Easter made sure of that.

MdH

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