reply to post by Republican08
You ask about "what if something violent happened to someone I hold dear"
Well, due to a Dr's mistake and arrogance, I lost my 2 year old niece. Shortly after, I lost my mother. She was only 53.
You see..
My niece, was born very pre mature. In fact, they said she would not survive. She was barely 1lb.
She could fit in the palm of my hand.
She survived. With few complications at all.
At 1 year, she was diagnosed with Liver cancer. "fixable".
Shortly after, my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. But prayed (everyday)that the baby's liver cancer could be "transferred" to her.
The baby survived the operation, that removed all the cancer and 80 % of her liver. But because she was so young, her liver was growing normally
again.
My mom decided to beat the lung cancer as well. She also had an incredibly positive outlook.
While my mom was finishing her last bout of chemo (voluntarily), my niece was taken to hospital for flu like symptoms. These came about, very quickly
after an attempted bowel movement. (Her only complication from being premature was twisted bowel syndrome).
The emergency Dr, told my sister she was paranoid, and it was just the flu. My sister begged for an ultra sound, but he told her "I am the Dr,
here" and refused the ultra sound, AND refused contacting the baby's actual DR.
My sister would definitely know, after all her battles, that something was wrong. And she was right. After the DR. discharged them with the "flu",
she died 8 hrs later from poisoning from a burst intestine.
We had to tell my weakened mother, who used this baby as her inspiration to fight and beat lung cancer, that her grand daughter was dead.
The baby's dr, phoned my mom at the hospice, where she was staying, to inform her that the baby's blood work from a week prior had come back. And
that she was in remission. I spoke to him, as he did not know her fate.
My mom beat the lung cancer, but a year later was diagnosed with liver cancer. A different cancer than her lung cancer, but the same as the
baby's.
Her earlier prayers must have been answered. Sadly, My mom had no more fight left.
It's not a very "violent" act, but it makes you kinda question what the hell God was thinking, or where He was. These two people were the most
positive, and the sweetest people on earth. As is the case for many lost loved ones.
All I can do from this, is recognize that pain, suffering, is everywhere.
Sh*% ain't fair, but I can only take life one day at a time. Seeing the positives everyday, keeps me hopeful for a tomorrow. Whatever it brings.
Someone hurts my children/loved ones...if I can get my hands on them...perhaps I'll change my name to Karma.
Or on the flip side and in my mothers words, "God must need more angels".
Even if I have to search harder for the good, I'll still look, cause I know its there too.
There is a balance. I swear to you.
Sorry for the wall of text. It's late. Sorry for sharing so much personal crap. hahaha.