Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like screaming "this is not fair". Today is one of those days. We just spent a wonderful weekend with our oldest and youngest grandsons for their birthdays. It was a good weekend. On Saturday I was able to buy Luke his first Michael Crichton novel. Jurassic Park, no less. I remember when I bought that in hard back and read it. Great book. Then came the movie and I insisted that Rex read the novel before attending the movie. It was a great mother/son moment when we went to see that movie together after both having read the book. I can't wait for luke to finish it.To have that grandmother/grandson moment! He's only 8 years old, but loves the written word, so I have no doubt he will finish it. Then today.. today.. I learn that Michael Crichton has succumbed to that dreaded disease ... cancer .... at 66 years old. All the news reports say, "unexpectedly". How sad. I understand there is a last novel being held because he was ill. It'll be a best seller no doubt.

Sometimes I want to spit over death by disease, but cancer is the worst. It is no respecter of persons ~ race, sex, age... doesn't matter. It can strike children, teens, and on up to the aged. Doesn't matter. Cancer has to have erupted from the pit of hell to destroy those whom it touches. Only God can give peace to the soul stricken with this dis-ease. Thankfully, we have made great advances over the years. No longer is a diagnosis of cancer a death sentence, but it sure is a time stopper. Normality stops to make room for hospital gowns, tests upon tests, surgeries and chemical cocktails meant to poison the cells that have gone awry and kill them, lest they spread. The statistics proclaim 1 in 10 will be affected with cancer. One in ten? That means 10 of every 100. Well, that stands about true. In our church over the last few years there've been... let's see.... at least ten and two are currently in treatment, neither aged. Both with much to live for. I'm sure Michael Crichton had much yet to live for.

So, that's it.. I just needed to get that off my chest... More, something happier perhaps, later.