Hi God. Since you haven’t answered my prayers lately (or as some say, you have answered them and it is me that is not accepting the answer), I decided to switch channels and start writing to you here. I hope you are subscribed to my RSS feed since you are not my friend on FB and I didn’t see you as one of my
stalkers followers on Twitter (but maybe your using a pseudonym). But people say you are everywhere, so this will surely get to your inbox somehow.
Ever since my son was diagnosed with a tumor in his brain, I’ve been asking myself (and you) one question: Why? I mean, I’ve been bad here and there (and there, and there…), but what has this child done? How can you explain this in any reasonable and comprehensible way? And if you are testing me, is he just “collateral damage”?
But hey, I have it easy. If I have learned one thing in the last couple of months is that the meaning of “good news” can get very, very low. Oh yes, it is a tumor, but it is treatable (“good news”). Not only is it treatable, but the treatment doesn’t cause hair loss and stuff like that (“good news”). And I really have to say that we have been fortunate to have a lot of “good news” with my son’s treatment. So thank you God, if that was you.
But looking around, I see many kids that didn’t get so many good news. So many faces with no hair, tubes going out of their little bodies. Most of them wearing a smile, getting their chemo/antibiotics and watching TV or playing on a pad/smartphone. And these are the fortunate ones that sit with us in the day-care clinic. Those that stay for the night have a harder time. And some don’t make it.
And I ask again, why? Why all the suffering in this world? What are you trying to teach us? What do we have to learn?
I have so much more to say, but this letter is getting long and research tells us that most people will never read to the bottom of the page (are you like that?), so I’ll leave some more for next time.
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Here’s to a lot of good news, big and small, even if they come one at a time.
We miss you guys and think about you all the time.
ps: I read your posts to the end. God, If I can do it, you can do it too…