In Search for the Cure

I am obsessed by cancer. Ever since it came into our lives, I am pretty much preoccupied by it.

I would buy every book about cancer—particularly breast cancer—that I see. Every time I open the internet, I would surf sites about cancer, even though I originally intended to research on some other topics. I have exhausted our printer of its toner printing information about the darned disease. I would glue my eyes on the tv for some shows that tackle the illness. Anything, in the hopes of uncovering its mystery, and discovering the possible cure.

And then, I would lecture my findings to my sisters and mother and whomever I happen to talk to—boring them stiff.

Well, cancer has taken one of my own, and I guess, maybe I just don’t want anyone else be taken away. Sometimes, though, I wonder, if I am just overreacting. Or shall I say, “over-worrying” on something that is not really a big deal. Or, spiritual-wise, maybe my faith in my God is not strong enough to entrust to Him the fate of my cancer-stricken mother.

But then again, I have heard it said “Do your best for God will do the rest.”