Yesterday, Sunday, was Testimony meeting. Once a month, during our first meeting, our congregations get together and share their testimonies of Jesus Christ and this Gospel with each other. It's always a wonderful meeting, but yesterday in our family ward was especially strengthening for me.

Sister Ong, a courageous, hilarious woman in our ward, has been battling with pancreatic cancer for the last few months or so. Recently her condition worsened, and it's coming to a point where the prognosis is no longer hopeful. Despite all of this she has been battling like the warrior she is, and we've tried to knit together and help her as a ward family the best that we can.

Still, we are all starting to face the imminent fact that Sister Ong might not be with us for much longer. This Sunday, she bore her testimony to us. She was the last testimony given in the meeting. She sat in the front row with her husband and family, looking small and frail in her wheelchair. 

She stood with her husband at her side and bore the sweetest testimony of our Savior, Jesus Christ. She told us of her faith in Him and of all that she has learned from her experiences with cancer. I cried as she testified that God loves all of us, no matter how weak we are. From tiny Sister Ong, the wife of a former mission president in the Hong Kong mission, the courageous immigrant from China who taught us all more about the great depths of the Savior's love, I have learned to lose myself in service. As much as she has been able, Sister Ong has been focused on others.

Even as she stood and bore her testimony, her belly swollen with cancerous fluids, she told us jokes and how much she loves us. She said that sometimes she wakes up with her swollen stomach that looks almost pregnant and says, "good morning! now, are you a boy or a girl?"