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By Trish West

As I watch the daffodils come up in my garden, I marvel at their design and the bright yellow of their petals - a splash of color while the trees are still bare. When I look at this unique flower, a promise of spring - I am reminded that the daffodil is the symbol used for the Canadian Cancer Society. It is used to help promote their efforts to raise critical funds to fulfill their mission of eradicating cancer and improving the quality of life for people with cancer and their families. Sadly, I know too many currently fighting this battle….as well as too many who have lost. It's one of those things you shake your head and wonder as you see friends struggle or hear parents cry out asking 'why would God allow their child or anyone to go through such a horrible thing?'

I don't know how to answer this and even if I had the words — I'm not sure they'd be heard during this difficult time. You see — I have a healthy child playing on the swings in the backyard…while their child is in a hospital bed waiting for another treatment. While I'm dreading cooking 'the same thing again' for supper…they're trying to present a 'normal' dinner routine for the family. As much as I try to understand what it would be like in their shoes…they remind me that they’re the ones wearing them.

…it is a helpless feeling and one with no easy solution.

Instead, I try my best to build up a foundation of God’s love for the children, families and friends who are dealing with the reality of cancer or another illness. I offer to help prepare dinners ready for the oven, assist with childcare or change to help pay for hospital parking. I offer a shoulder to cry on, ear to vent and arms to envelope when we're both are at a loss for words.

As I stand in my garden and I look at the daffodil's swaying in the spring wind — I am reminded of God's promise that he is there for each and every one of us. So I pray — pray for the best possible outcome. Pray not only for healing — but also for the battle they're facing. When they feel like God’s not listening and they are the only ones deep in this dark struggle — I pray they will know that they are not alone. I pray that they can feel God's love which will carry them when they can no longer walk, give them strength when they can no longer fight and peace knowing it is in his hands. I pray that they will know during those times I can't be there for them — they will have comfort knowing they're not alone.

That we are not alone.

It's not easy to accept the fact that sometimes there is nothing else we can do but to pray…but sometimes it helps in ways you don't expect. Like the unexpected appearance of the daffodil after a long grey winter - the wonderful splash of yellow…reminding us the promise of spring and so much more.