The story of cancer: down the rabbit-hole*

The utterance: “What? did the Hand then of the Potter shake?” from the ‘lips’ of a Pot of Clay, sounds almost blasphemous. However, should we not forgive this unfortunate “Vessel of a more Ungainly Make” (abnormal / deformed / damaged), for its expression of this (apparently) sacrilegious sentiment? In the same vein, can a human being afflicted by some terrible disease, not cry out in anguish at the (apparent) injustice of the Divine Hand, in an attempt to find some semblance of meaning in apparent Chaos?