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Esther lay in the quiet darkness of her own bedroom the Thursday after her discharge from the hospital. Surgical pain wasn’t an issue, but every night she struggled to sleep. Couldn’t someone stab her with a syringe of something and send her into dreamland? Or knock her over the head and give her the gift of unconsciousness for a few weeks?
What if her cancer was serious? Had they caught it early enough? Her stomach ached even thinking about it. She clenched her fists. Please, please help it to have been caught early enough. She wasn’t sure who she was pleading with, as she hadn’t talked to God since her surgery. All those prayers beforehand hadn’t made an iota of difference, so why keep praying?
What if the cancer meant that she couldn’t have children? She’d checked up on that when
