Sitting in a world-class cancer hospital waiting room brings out unique thoughts and feelings. All around the room, wood frame chairs with wipeable fabric sat in groups of three, and in all but one case, the chairs were evenly spaced with about two inches between the armrests. Across from me, two of the chairs were pushed against each other. Why? Who wanted to sit close to each other?

Was it a mom and dad holding hands, waiting for the results of their ten-year-old son's surgery? The third surgery in a seemingly never ending progression of cancer surgeries. Was it a mom with her five year old next to her on an iPad and her toddler on her lap, waiting for her husband's surgeon to share results with her, trying to stay strong for her daughters while wanting to curl into a ball and sob? Was it an elderly man and his adult son, waiting to hear the prognosis on his wife of fifty three years?

I sat across and couldn't help but thank God for our family's relative health. We've had significant challenges, but our challenges seemed manageable in retrospect. Now that I have children, it's difficult to imagine my parents' experience with my sisters' and my health problems. 

Perhaps all challenges seem manageable once we're through them. 

John Piper has an excellent pamphlet called "Don't Waste Your Cancer." You can find it here. 

It's easier said than done when it comes to a loved one's cancer, though.

Ultimately, God is sovereign.