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Wait, I got it. You can just undo this. You're God, after all.
Well, if You think I'm going to be transformed into a better person, forget it. You just wasted a perfectly good case of early stage breast cancer on me.
Oh, and thanks for totally screwing up my summer .
I guess you could say my relationship with God has been problematic for both of us.
Truth be told, the one-sided conversation above is slightly exaggerated. I didn't really know anybody who deserved cancer, any more than I deserved it, and although I had a lot of questions when I found out I had breast cancer (like, “are you sure?”), “why me?” wasn't one of them. I didn't ask God anything, except maybe once when I was praying not to get dry heaves after someone came into a meeting with a container of Thai food.
There's no more to be gained from pondering why you were chosen to get breast cancer than there is from wondering why you were chosen to have an overbite, or facial hair, or an extra toe.
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