Recently, I prayed for someone to die. She wasn’t an enemy. She was the beloved teenage daughter of two exceptionally fine church friends. Sarah’s frail body, once so vivacious and spry, was failing, fading away—sucked of its verve and substance by a fierce internal rapacious monster: Ewing’s sarcoma, bone cancer.
However, her nervous system worked magnificently, delivering excruciating pain with every movement. The turn of her head, the embrace of her mom—all brought such extreme misery that Sarah gathered her family and asked their permission to end the yearlong fight. Heartbroken, already aching for the impending loss, they said their goodbyes to Sarah and committed their days and minutes to helping Sarah die with dignity.