Sad.

My uncle has grade 4 brain cancer. It all seems so sudden. While I was in Thailand for just 10 days, he went in to get tests because of headaches, they found a tumor, they performed major surgery to remove the tumor, they didn't get it all, they diagnosed him with the worse cancer you can have. Talk about life changing.

He's 47. He's healthy. Well, he was healthy. As grim as it sounds, he may not live long. Most people with this cancer, even with treatment, don't live very many years.

What is he gonna do with his life now? Can you fathom feeling great one day and then the next being told you won't live much longer? I have no idea what I'd do. Spend a lot of time remembering life? Continue living it as normal? Do things you've always wanted to do? Have a baby?

He's lived a really full life. He's very free-spirited and individual. He works hard, but plays harder. But even with the full life he's lead, why should it be cut short? Or is it gonna be cut short? Is 47 short? Is 80 long? Don't years all seem insignificant when compared with eternity?

Questions. Questions that wrinkle my brow. That heat me up inside. That make me wanna cry. Questions that make me wanna scream. Questions with no answers. Questions that make me rely on faith. Even when faith is hard. Too hard sometimes.