I was spending a lot of time with my mom, who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and was being cared for in an assisted living facility not far from my home. During the final days of her life, a number of family members joined me there, and they talked often about how sad it was that so many people in our family had suffered—and eventually died—from this same disease.
I had grown up believing that cancer was something to be feared, and it wasn't until I became a student of Christian Science in 1981 that I realized that no disease can have more power than God, who is all–powerful good. As I listened to my family discuss this condition, I quietly held to the idea that God didn't create sickness of any kind. And that meant it couldn't really exist.