Well, my mother just died of cancer in her bones. And I was just getting used to a world without my Dad.... More cancer. Cancer is proof that evil exists. Parasites can be taken as proof that evil exists, and cancer is a subset, but cancer is more obvious than the entire set of parasites. That's a lot to prove.
I got the shingles in my right face and eye, but then, my self-esteem shot up as well. Surely, I coulda managed that without her dying.
She did a magnificent job of dying, tho. I should do so well. She drew a magical circle around the whole family and we all were our best with her, and since. Lots of healing. But then, she believed in God.
Only now matters; the paradox is that now carries the past. Even light carries the past in its eternal now. It's never too late to start dying.