I always knew that one day, I would start to write. But never in a million years, did I think I would start like this.
Imagine with me. You are young, 31. Healthy, happy, successful. Your life is beautiful. Nothing really ever goes that wrong, you have been blessed all of your years.
And one day, after going to a doctor about a constant pain in your hip, you are told that you have bone cancer, and it has metastasized to most of your major organs. You are terminal. You will have six months left to live.
You walk out of the building in a daze, your limbs shaking, your heart racing, your brain bursting with this most terrible discovery. You enter your car, you're hyperventilating, you're crying, you're screaming.
These questions start to race like comets in your mind:
Why me Lord?
How did this happen?
I've done everything right. I don't smoke. I exercise. I eat wholesome healthy food...HOW has this happened?
Where do I go from here?
Who will mother my children?
Who will take care of my husband?
I can't handle this, Lord. please, HELP ME!
You spend the next couple of weeks grieving with your husband, your parents, your closest friends. They tell you it isn't your fault. That it could happen to anyone. Cancer is a disease, you cannot wish it away. You're not a failure. We don't think of you any differently, and we love you. We always will.
Back to me. To be clear, I do not have cancer. But stay with me and I will explain why I began with that scenario soon.
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.