There is no such thing as a terminal disease. Disease,' by definition, is a condition within the self with which one is not at ease. The physical plane is the densest plane of creation and, therefore, the last plane upon which anything manifests. There are no accidents, coincidences, or diseases. Every single thing that happens to you is carefully, meticulously planned and orchestrated by your soul.
Separation is the gap between what Is and one's perception of what Is.
A broken leg, a million dollars, birth, 'death,' marriage, divorce, getting fired or getting promoted, living in a palace or in a cardboard box these are all gifts. While only some are perceived as gifts, and others as curses, in truth they are all the same. They are all of God. They are all gifts. Truly knowing that everything in life is a gift would render you incapable of feeling anything but gratitude in every single moment.