I prayed often and earnestly, practically begging that the outcome would be different. Watching my stepmother battle leukemia was both terrifying and sobering. When my mother passed away, I didn’t have any real reference for how brutal cancer could be; How it could suck the life and vibrance from even the brightest soul. My mother’s death was a harsh crash course into the realities of the disease. This time though, all of that terrible knowledge was etched into my brain, and I couldn't fathom going through it again. I couldn't bear to watch my father go through this again. God had to intervene.
Gail Talk 