What must it be like to watch the icy fingers of Death creep closer and closer with each passing minute? To stare at the clock at night and think, Why am I sleeping?! I'm wasting time... To feel the air in your lungs each morning and the steady wave of relief with each breath? To cling with all of your might to the love of your life each night? To remember all of the time you spent angry or rude or jealous or judgmental? To tell everyone you can how much they mean to you? To look back on your life and wonder if your selfless moments outweighed your pettiness? To stare at your family photographs, reliving each moment in your heart, feeling the thrill of each recalled memory, the ache of each regret? To feel your body wear out, day by day? May she have the strength to bear it, and may she pass on in Christ.
My neighbour has three to four months to live. Pancreatic cancer found during a routine check-up. Please pray for her.