Cancer is not new to our family. My wife is a breast cancer survivor, as is her sister, who has been battling stage four cancer for the past eight years. Her cancer is spreading and she is about to start chemo again. My father died of multiple myeloma, cancer of the bone marrow, when he was 53. He bestowed on me a life-long memory of courage, faith and grace. I took him to visit his friends the week before he died. He was too week to remain standing. He greeted each with a cheerful smile and his natural good humor. But I could see the sadness written in their faces when they witnessed the seriousness of his condition.
Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book[BT1] , you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.”