I begged and cried and begged more . . . “God fix this. You have to. I know you’re in charge but come on, this can’t be what you want . . . right?”
That’s how my prayers typically went when I prayed for Catherine, my friend’s mom, who was diagnosed with cancer in 2009. Catherine’s health fluctuated in the following years and she never left the top of my prayer list.
Her family said it was time to pray for a miracle when Catherine stopped responding to treatment last fall. So I continued to beg God for a miracle. Every time I was miserable about something – the Arizona heat, a hard workout, the flu, or heartache – I offered up my suffering for Catherine.
What happens when a 20-something gets cancer? 50/50 may be the most enjoyable and honest movie in a long time, but it’s heavy on the cursing and drug references. Rated R for language throughout, sexual content and some drug use.
I live in a house with four women: my Queen and my three little princesses. It’s an estrogen factory; a kingdom of all things pink. When I say it’s pink I don’t mean it figuratively, it’s literal. I wake and sleep inside a Disney princess’ dream… it’s so pink that it looks like a Pepto Bismol factory exploded. Pink isn’t just in my house – everywhere you look in October, pink’s popping up.
As many of you are aware, October in America is “Breast Cancer Awareness” month. One of the great gifts we have as Catholics is a deeper understanding of the Communion of Saints, and the power of intercessory prayer. The saints and martyrs lived heroically virtuous lives. One such model of heroism and virtue is St. Agatha, who also happens to be the patron saint against breast cancer and breast disease.