Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Glioblastomas



are tumors that arise from astrocytes—the star-shaped cells that make up the “glue-like,” or supportive tissue of the brain. These tumors are usually highly malignant (cancerous) because the cells reproduce quickly and they are supported by a large network of blood vessels.

The occurrence of glioblastoma is rare, so so so rare that in most European and North American countries, incidence is approximately 2-3 new cases per 100,000 people per year and usually by the time patients are diagnosed, they have a median survival rate of 4.5 months without treatment; 15 months with treatment.

Glioblastoma took away a dear brother in Christ yesterday, leaving behind his wife and three young sons. Felt glad for him that in a way that he had definitely fulfilled the missions God had for him on earth and is home now with our heavenly Father for eternal life, yet still felt unjust and sad for his family because it is those that are left behind whom suffers the most. They will need to go through this unbearable degree of pain of losing someone so dear and loved to them. 

Unlike the toughest physical pain, labor pains which passes and will be forgotten once it passes, it is this form of emotional pain that just etches and roots itself deep within your heart, resurfacing with every opportunity it has, just so that you will not forget, this degree of incomprehensible, indescribable pain.

With the demise of this brother, we are once reminded of God's sovereignty, how God has the ultimate control over our lives and how His plans for us might not necessarily be the plans we have for ourselves way earlier.

Coincidentally, I came across this as I was tumblr-surfing.

"Mankind still have so much to do, but so little time and effort left
to allow great things to happen."

"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Revelations 4 : 21

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