This is going to sound like an “Oh woe is me” thread but I really need to get this off my chest.
I am not a “practicing” Christian in that I go to church every Wednesday night and twice on Sunday, but I have always had a strong belief in God and have lived my life by Christian tenets as long as I can remember but here recently, I am really beginning to doubt.
I never smoked, took drugs or even drank any alcohol until I was 22 years old. I didn’t cuss, I was very respectful to my elders. I did good in school. I always treated everyone the way I would want them to treat me. I got pleasure out of serving others, even to the point of being taken advantage of. I was a Boy Scout through and through.
My parents were good Christian parents who took care of me and my brother and their family/community. I could never have asked for better more Biblical parents.
Where do I begin…
-I met a beautiful Christian girl and both of us were virgins when we got married, we can’t have kids even after multiple attempts at reproductive therapy.
-Not long after I got married and moved out my father retired and promptly was diagnosed with colon cancer and passed away 2 years later, this occured 10 years ago.
I could deal with all of this and I have been.
Then in November of last year my Mom came down with pneumonia after pressure washing her house. She couldn’t seem to shake it. Then 3 months later (this Feb) she was admitted to the hospital and was diagnosed with Stage IV Non Small Cell Lung cancer. Never smoked a cigarette in her life and neither did my father. They did testing and she was EGFR Positive with Exon 19 deletion. That meant that she could take targeted therapy that should not be as harsh as standard chemo and she had a prognosis of at least 2.5 years possibly up to 5 years depending on response to the Tarceva and 2nd line treatment due to her never smoking. So that was a blessing, right?
Well, nothing worked, it all made her worse. She passed May 2nd.
I prayed and I pray and I begged and begged God to keep my Momma.
Not only did it not work, it seemed the more I prayed the worse she got. Everytime it was worse. First it was just pneumonia, then just blood clots, then just Stage I cancer (curable), then maybe just Stage II, then probably Stage IIIB, then definitely Stage IV with multiple mets throughout the body. Then treatable. Then treatment gave her esophagitis. Then the feeding tube would work. Then she was gone. All of this since November 17th of last year with diagnosis of cancer on Feb 14th.
If there is a God…
Why?
Why take both my parents? Neither families have any history whatsoever of cancer. Family members that are much older that are drinking the same water, breathing the same air and eating the same foods are in their 70’s and 80’s. Many of them long time smokers. They were good people who took care of their families and even others. The joke in my family was that my Mom ran a free taxi/sitting service. When people would get sick, she would go and care for them and take them to doctors appointments or babysit their kids. Both family and non family.
By the way. None of those self same people (and there are DOZENS of them) offered to stay with/care for my Mom or drive her to appointments after her diagnosis. Only one, and she charged $8/hr to do it while my Mom always did it for free for her and others. Even when asked.
At the same time, I have an acquaintance here at work that has a father who is a homeless bum in Florida that has taken drugs and smoked his whole life who has never taken care of his kids and only contacts them when he wants money to buy drugs or to brag about who he has stolen from who also has lung cancer and refuses to treat it and has been living for at least 2 years since diagnosis.
I have family members who do nothing but live off of “disability” and take drugs, lay around watching daytime TV and hunt and fish every day, who also have 3 kids but can’t be bothered to come to the funeral. Even though my Mom, who is only related to them by marriage, took them on multiple occasions to get set up for disability or doctor’s appointments and other such things even though they are in walking distance from the church she was buried in.
Why are my Mom and Dad gone and people like these and all the other scum bags that I know still alive (and probably will be for years more)?
It has been all I could do to keep from responding to “It is better this way” with, “No, it would be better if it were you in the casket and my Mom was here, leave me the **** alone.”
I can deal with the grief.
It is the hole that I have now where I used to know that there was a God and everything was going according to his plan that I am having trouble with.