Maybe God put disease here for a reason, so why would he take it away and go "Ok fine, maybe i was a tad to harsh. Ill just remove all pain and bad stuff from this world and allow you to live on heaven on earth, so my creations can have a nice time, and so that arrogance within humans and hatred among them can be allowed, but at least you wont be sick!
So...it's our fault for being who God created us to be. And, therefore, we deserve the ills in the world around us. These are the cards we are dealt upon being born into this world as humans. But we don't have the authority to take responsibility for our nature and choose our own destiny. Instead, we have to pay obeisance to God for all eternity to have even the
chance of a better existence.
It's like God is playing poker with our money and our cards, losing as badly as possible,
on purpose. Does God have it in for us? Like one of those despicable sports team managers?
God: I shall create...a basketball team!
Angel: Very good, Almighty God!
God: It shall be the very worst team there is! They shall always lose, and I shall have them play for me until the end of time. But each day I will write game plans so horrible they cannot win, and I will make them the laughing stock of the galaxies.
Angel: Won't that dispirit them, O God?
God: No! They shall love me for it, and worship me forever, upon threat of eternal damnation in the hellfire. I shall make them play every game according to my will, and my will is that they be the worst basketball team in the universe, forever.
Angel: What if they try to improve upon your game plans so that they might win on the court?
God: Then I shall be most displeased, and I shall frown, and I shall dip them into the hellfire, and their damnation shall be everlasting. Yea, for it is not their destiny to win. It is their destiny to be the miserable little losers I will them to be! And if they question my will, or defy me, I shall dip them into the hellfire tenfold.
Angel: Yet, O Great God, I cannot help but think--
God: Yes. I am so great, and I will command them to tell me how great I am...several times each day! And then I will afflict them with injuries and bad tempers, in my mercy, and they shall adore me for having created them according to my will. And when their God-given pain clouds their judgment, and the tempers that I gave them arise against me, I shall dip them into the hellfire until their entrails broil in their own juices.
Angel: But God! What if you were to create a winning basketball team? Would your players not be happy and satisfied?
God: I wish to create a team of losers, losers who will lose so badly, yet worship me so deeply, for all eternity. This is my will!
Angel: Amen.
So my creation, shall i make you a cup of tea?"
If only God were so benign! As it is, I don't think I'd trust God's tea.