My first ever sales event was up in Bothell. It was rainy and cold, so the booth I was in had canvas hanging from three sides, making it look almost like a cave. It was warm, though, because someone brought one of those outdoor space heaters - Bill Westwood, the fellow YA author I shared that booth with. If you've met Bill, you know he's a jolly, kindhearted man with a wild imagination and a talent for making images out of his imagination that I can only envy fiercely.
Yesterday, his daughter Tracey was diagnosed with an incurable brain cancer that has spread to her lungs. She was given between two months and one year to live.
Please take time to pray for a healing miracle from the Great Physician. Also, if God directs you, please consider donating to Tracey's family to help them manage medical and other costs.
If you are so inclined, you can find Bill's contact info here and send him an encouraging message.
This is horrible news. No one deserves to hear that they have only two months to live, and no one deserves to watch a loved one die.
God is close to the brokenhearted.