Seventeen years ago this week, I started the day losing my job and ended the day looking my wife in the eyes to tell her she was going to die.

Doctors thought they had found a very aggressive form of cancer in her lungs. She had, in their estimation, six months. Thankfully, before the end of the next day, they realized they had misdiagnosed my wife. Within 72 hours, my job had been saved.

But those hours were hard, harder because of a 1-year-old and five days before Christmas.

There were a few lessons learned in all of this. First, God is good. Second, the "peace that transcends all understanding" is a very real thing that is hard to explain but can be obvious when felt. Third, life is neither fair nor easy.

In 2016, doctors diagnosed my wife with lung cancer. It is stage 4 of a genetic form of lung cancer. There is no cure. She takes a pill every day that keeps the tumors from growing. The pill should work for two years. For her, it has........

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