Alas, the time has come. My Mom used to tell me that the way to know you were officially old was when it felt as if you could no longer control the time. When a day was a week, when a week turned into a month, when a month became an entire season, and then…a whole year passes by, all in the blink of an eye.
The good, the bad, the ugly. Cancer is ugly. This we know for sure.
But what we also know is that there is hope. Hope for each one of us in this (very) broken world. Hope for an eternal life with newness, peace, and beauty far greater than any of our earthly brains can even begin to fathom (Rev. 21:4-5).