The longer I live, the more qualified I become to speak on the topic of suffering. I don’t write about suffering as one who stands on the sideline, like an armchair expert who makes comments on a football game that he’s never played in his life. I write as someone who has played the game. In fact, I am in the middle of the game, and I’m not winning.
Two weeks ago, my wife was diagnosed with advanced stage four bowel cancer.
It came at us out of nowhere.
I can’t begin to tell you the shock, the grief, and the sense of utter powerlessness that I felt and am still feeling. There have been moments of utter despair and of shaking my fists at the sky.