I went through a phase after I had cancer the first time of losing my faith and hope,and being angry at the world. Selfishly, I wished for anyone to get it but me ever again. Cancer found it's next victim sure enough, a person whom I cared for greatly, but never expressed it because we were co-workers, and then never expressed it to her after she left the job to join the FBI, because I knew she wouldn't take the job if I expressed how I felt for her. Truly, I cared for her that much that I let her go so she could get herself where she needed to be in life. Every time, when she came back to the area to visit her friends. she's look me up, and I'd do my best to act disinterested, not in a rude way, but trying to keep it as "Just friends" kinda thing without saying as much. Along the way, over time, she found someone, and they wound up getting married. I attended the wedding and kept in touch over the years. I still heard form her, and her best friend by then had figured me out, but agreed to not say anything. You can guess where this is headed by now I'm sure. One day, I had this feeling that something was "Off", and the phone rang. It was her best friend, and needless to say, it was hard to understand her through the tears. She went on to explain that the doctors had misdiagnosed her Ovarian cancer, and that it had spread. For those not in the know, that kind of cancer has one of the highest cure rates. Even though I could tell what the answer was, I asked anyways. "How far." I asked. Her only reply was that I should come to Virginia as soon as I could. To cut the story short, her best friend had told her about how I felt, but I didn't know that. The guy she had married had filed for divorce about when the cancer got diagnosed, so he wasn't in the picture at that time, guess that's why she said that. It was so hard seeing her there, but it was even harder to hear what she said to me. She wanted me added to her living will, and all the paperwork was ready, I just needed to meet her attorney, sign it, and carry it out. When I asked her why she said "Because only someone who could be as pragmatic as you is good enough to make the right decision for me." It was the roughest thing I've ever done, as it went against all my morals and principles, and it's been the only time I've ever caved on them. That was when I lost my hope and faith. It was restored anew when I got cancer again. I realized then that I was being tested, and oddly, I was happy. Happy because I got it, and none of my friends did. That was when my faith and hope was restored. Point being, we're never given more than we can handle, and God is always there, eager to shoulder the burden with us. Like the poem about footprints in the sand, when Jesus says " I was with you the whole time" the man replies, "No, you weren't because there were 2 sets of footprints, then there was 1, you left me alone." To which Jesus replies, "No, that was the time I carried you." Sorry for the long winded story, and run on paragraph, it's not easy talking about this, just thought you might wanna know that everyone gets tested in their faith and hope. Everyone here is always in my prayers, all the best!!