About a year ago, they found a tumor on Nancy's brain the size of a lemon. They immedately removed it and I was told that it had been a fast growing cancer, but they felt they had gotten it all. Nancy had come into my life when Craig was brought into our ward as our new Bishop. I had gone to school with Craig and had become good friends with Nancy instantly. She had been released as our Stake Relief Society President when Craig was called as our Bishop.
Nancy and I had great fun together; talking to her was easy and we could tell stories to each other and laugh at each other's mistakes. Then I was told about the tumor. I've cried a lot this past year as I've watched her go through the ugliness of chemo and radiation. It didn't work and the tumor came back.
I often prayed, "Father, what is this thing called death? How can anyone live and know they are dying?" Nancy has taught me how to live and to do it with dignity.
What is this thing called death? I believe it means new life. A better life where there will be no more pain.
(more to come)
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