Phyllis Bush is coping with cancer. She received the diagnosis six months ago. She meets each challenge as it comes.

In this post, she reflects on the latest twist of fate, thinking about the tragedy in Las Vegas.

How well I remember that sense of disproportion when my own 2-Year-Old child was dying of leukemia. He was in and out of the hospital six times, sicker each time, enduring dreadful treatments. About three months into this nightmare, a friend and her two children were killed instantly in a terrible car crash. One of the children was my son’s playmate.

There is no sense in any of this suffering. When bad things happen to good people, when the good die young, when tragedy strikes at the hands of a madman, don’t look for reason. There is none.