I'm recovering at my mother's house from a double mastectomy. Alone in the house the other day, I went into my mother's room, stood before this huge crucifix she has hanging on the wall facing her bed, ripped open my blouse, exposed my scarred chest to the Crucified Christ, and angrily screamed, "Why, why, why, why?" over and over again. Now I'm petrified He's going to bring the cancer back. What should I do?
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