This I Believe

This I believe.
I believe that everything happens for a reason, or maybe the reason I want to believe this is to comfort myself when I do not have an answer for the things that are happening around me.
I was born and raised in Mexico City on a family of seven, mom and dad raised five children, four girls and one boy. Everything that was around my life was perfect, even thou we did not have alot of material things in our lives, the things that were never missing at home were the good times and the love that we always have for each other. As a child I always thought that my life was perfect because I had my family's love.
Not until the year of 2002 when my sister Ivette was diagnosed on her terminal stage with colon cancer I realized that the beautiful bubble where “The Feregrino'sFamily” was living, and where we thought nothing wrong will happen to us was popped. I also realized that we were just as vulnerable like other people, that we can be on pain and unhappy as well.
But God was working something out for me even before I knew that my sister Ivette will die seven months after the horrible news.
I remember by the time I used to clean houses listening to one of the ladiesthat I worked for talking about a speech she was going to give at her church. I've never seen anybody so exited getting ready to talk about Jesus Christ. I thought that was so unique and interesting that I wanted to know was she was going to say on that day, so I asked if I could come to listen to her speech and of course she said yes.
That morning at church when she gave her testimony my lifestarted to change, I knew I wanted to feel the same happiness and peace in my heart like hers. My husband Norton, my first child Erick and I started to attend the worships and service at Trinity Church, everything was different from the Catholic church were we were raised. I knew inside my heart that God was up to something, He was getting me ready for something greater than everything I had everfelt in my life. I met very important people in my life, people that I knew were there for a reason, people that was talking to me in a way that I couldn't explain why.
There was a morning when I got a phone call from my sister Ivette telling me that she was not feeling well, she had temperature the night before and she started to feel some kind of a “ball” growing by her stomach, we immediatelycalled the doctor and she was sent to emergency room for a “stomach infection”. Apparently the “infection” was very bad that she had to have some other test done and also she needed to spend the night at the hospital. After so many studies that different doctors did, they realized that she had her intestine very damage and she needed an immediate surgery in order to extract all the “infection” andto stop it from growing. We all remember exactly the day that this happened; it was October 9, the day that my older brother and sister were born.
Everybody was waiting and praying at the waiting room when the doctor told us that besides the infection they found her liver all full with polyps and by the damage that this one seems to have she was on the last stage of Colon cancer which apparentlyshe had had it for over 5 years and she never noticed it. Cancer, What? I heard that before, but to us? How in the world this could happen to us? To a perfect family, to people like us, something must be wrong in this world, whose fault is it? Who can be responsible for such a bad thing as Cancer? There was no answer, there was no more hope, and there was no more time, only those six months thatthe doctors predict. Life wasn't fare, how can you explain an 8 year old boy and a 2 year old baby that mom is dying? Our biggest question was: why to us?
After going thru the normal stage of crying, denying and finding answers, I noticed that I was the one bringing hope and helping to soothe the pain for the rest of the family. Using all the tools that God was giving me, all the prayers from...