Nice To Meet You

My internet searches for stage IIIB stomach cancer revealed up to a twenty percent survival rate.  It didn’t look good at all!  Lyanne told me that her sister wanted me to understand that, “Statistics are based on a specific group of people, and don’t represent your outcome.”  Basically, you either make it or you don’t.  As logical as it all sounded, those numbers were pretty grim, and the comments from doctors even worse.

I collected all my paperwork from the initial hospital, so the new surgeon could review the results.  He immediately checked his schedule for availability.  It was full for quite some time, but he would operate me his last day before leaving on holiday.  If that doesn’t speak loud enough, what does?  Or, the urgency was there, and he felt obligated.  Whatever his reasons for taking my case, September 28, 2004, was my big day.

This man, soft-spoken and experienced in his field, was very kind and open with us.  There was an immediate trust in him.  He scheduled a gastroscopy that he would handle himself, as well as a more complex one with a specialist.  They were both completed the following week.

 

May your days be bright, and your life full.  No matter how you spend each day, appreciate the good as well as the bad.  The good makes you smile, but the bad teaches you good things – and each of these moments builds the path of who you are to become.  Each experience with make you wiser and strengthen you. 

In an instant, everything can change… and you will find yourself pleading to God for what was your worst moment.  “That was nothing compared to this.”

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