Anyone who still believes there is a god out there who loves you and cares about you hasn't seen a loved one in the final stages of cancer like I just watched my mother endure and lose her life to. Her funeral is in two days, in a church, so I'll have to endure all of the praising and glorifying of an apparent loving god who ripped the life of one their supposed children as aggressively and violently as imaginable. I endured my own new personal hell watching her suffer. I cannot imagine what she endured.
There probably isn't a god out there, but if there is, he doesn't give a fuck about any life on this planet, even a little bit. No loving god would let anyone suffer like that. Ever.