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My Niece’s Final Words from Her Death Bed Taught Me All I Need to Know About Religion
It was the truth I’d been looking for all my life
We didn’t anticipate her dying so quickly.
The last I’d heard, she had the cancer under control. Regular treatments and alternative therapies had kept her strong and active. The phone call from her daughter telling me my niece was suddenly bedridden and struggling to breathe came as a surprise.
Not that I didn’t anticipate the call — just not this soon, not this fast.
She’d struggled with breast cancer for two years. Just like her mother. But unlike her mother, who had died at 37, Tammy was sixty.
Yes, there had been earlier indications — the genetic assessment was conclusive: You will contract breast cancer. And yes, it will probably kill you.
The big question was when.
How much life was left for Tammy? And more importantly, how would she choose to live it?
She’d been raised in a strict, bible-based church called The Church of Christ. With its teachings based on a more literal interpretation of the Bible, she had a difficult time finding her place within the congregation. After all, she’d gotten…
