The dreadful phone call came, “we have bad news”. Somehow I already knew, but the words screamed in my mind. “You have cancer”, and an aggressive kind. For the first time, I yelled at God, threw things across a porch. I had been through too much trauma as it was, from earlier years. They had just removed a tumor, now wanted to remove more. I hadn’t even recovered and they were in a rush to save my life. It is a long story, as I battled with doctors with life spinning. I was calling everyone I knew, to thank them, as I could. I believed the doctors that I didn’t have much chance to live. All other worries in life dissipated in a heartbeat, none of that mattered. I ran to the health food store in desperation to buy Mangosteen juice. They pushed the major surgery as I took months to decide. They thought I was crazy, gambling with my life in such a way. I kept drinking that juice, seeking 2nd opinions, being yelled at by doctors. They insisted after surgery would be chemotherapy which I denied. They refused to do this second surgery only for investigative purpose. When I finally had that second surgery, it was me who turned out to be right. The rest of the biopsies were clear as I had overcome doctors and science! Faith returned as I realized God had brought me a miracle fully unexplainable. They still wanted to do chemotherapy, so I raced to transfer out of state. Where they agreed with me not to, almost 10 years later, here I am alive.
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