Sometimes it's a little harder to accept death of some one dear to you. No matter how you justify it, it's still filled with remorse and regret. More than anyone else. And it's harder to get over.
Last week a colleaque of ours passed away. Someone who is, sorry, who was in that prime age. You know, in the middle of a successful career path while at the same time managing her growing up children. Two most important yet sometimes difficult development to juggle for any mother to do successfully.
The circumstances of her death is a real testimony of the fact that "Death is in the hand of God". And when your time is up, it's up. Not a minute sooner and not a minute later.
But it's still hard to believe it at first. For me at least. First of all she was recovering from her stage one cancer. It's stage one, meaning the chance of recovery is good. And she was responding well to the chemotherapy. It's just so unfortunate that she had to have an infection after a minor operation to 'install' the chemo port. A simple operation which was described by an oncologist I met as 'a walk in the park' for any surgeon.
Trouble is, an infection, no matter how small or minor is a dangerous thing for anyone going through chemotherapy. For their antibodies is at an all time low due to the chemo. It can lead to bigger thing or more serious ailment which can even lead to death if not treated immediately. And that was exactly what has happened.
My heart just sank when I heard the news. It took me sometimes to get over it. But in the end, I have to remind myself that God has the final say. No matter how we try to justify and come up with any reason, we just cannot deny that it's God's decision. And who are we to question that decision.
Dear friend. You will be remembered and missed by many. Your smile and your cheerfulness. And your kind heart, forever willing to help everyone around you. May your soul be placed among the righteous and the chosen ones.
Ameen.
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