Just this morning over breakfast a close relative told me a story about a man they once knew who had had brain cancer.
The man was in his mid-30s, married to a lovely woman, and a father of two young toddlers. The toddlers were around 2 or 3 years old. Or at most 4 years old.
The doctors told the man he had a brain tumor, that it was inoperable, and that it was otherwise unamenable to any sort of medical treatment. The doctors told him he had perhaps a few months to live. That's it.
Obviously all this was a huge shock to him.
My close relative said the man was especially sad that not only wouldn't he be able to see his kids grow up, but that they probably wouldn't even remember him at all because they were so young at the time.
The man asked the church to pray for him, that God might heal him, if only so that his kids might remember something of him as a father before he passed on. The whole congregation prayed for him and implored the Lord to heal him.
At one of the next doctor's appointments, the doctors were completely surprised to find the brain tumor was gone! Nothing appeared on the imaging scans. It didn't even exist.
My close relative said the man lived for another several years. However, after around 3-4 years, the brain tumor came back, and he went home to be with the Lord. But in God's kindness this had been enough time for his kids to remember him.