My Dad hated hated his Father’s cancer, I gathered from listening to him talk to his small East Tennessee congregation. This is a memory so it has an unreliable element to it. I seem to remember more than one sermon about it but for some reason I think they were weeknight services with Dad running the overhead slide projector.
It’s an association more than anything.
I vaguely remember Ben (my grandfather) picking up sticks and moving nearer Paul. This may have been something I put together much later.