Twenty years ago I was in the hospital and was diagnosed with cancer.
I was devastated and wondered how I would tell my husband and family - they would be distraught! I couldn't stop crying and the other patients in the ward didn't know what to say to comfort me.
I felt I had hit a brick wall in my life and couldn't get past it. Then I remembered the little oratory downstairs (it was Catholic ) and I had been down there a few times to ask Jesus in the Blessed Sacrement for good test results.
I went down there and sat in front of the Tabernacle and just sobbed and sobbed and said no prayer. Jesus took pity on me and a great peace came over me and I felt I would survive.
When my family came in I was so optimistic that they were too. Well I had three operations , a year of chemotheraphy, and when the cancer recurred one and a half years later I had radiotheraphy - but never once did I think that I wouldn't survive.
As I said at the start that was twenty years ago. Thanks be to the great GOD who took pity on his distraught child.
If you are in despair turn to Him and He will help you . God bless you all.