September 11, 2009. I’m currently reading a Chicken Soup for the Soul edition for moms, which also happens to be a recipe book.  And, as I came across one of the stories, a line simply stuck to my mind:  “In life, you always have a choice.  You either become bitter or better.” Of course, I’d prefer to become better at any given day.  Yet, sad to say, I admit that I can’t help but give in to bitterness at times.  As I see my mother lay in bed, devoid of strength and sometimes even sanity and hope because of cancer, I can’t help but wail to God.  Why her, of all people?  Why my own mother who has always been a pillar of strength to me?  Why her who knew nothing but to give me everything that I need without expecting anything in return?  Why her who took care of me as well as my husband and daughters, especially in times of need? I wonder if it’s God’s way to spite a family member who has theorized …