I became a Christian when I was nine. There were no fireworks, no radical change just the silent reassurance of my Savior in my heart. Knowing and believing that the creator of the universe died to save me of all of my sins and arose from the grave in glory to conquer death and so that I could have eternal life, I was baptized shortly after to show the outward expression of my faith. The fireworks would come later when I was diagnosed with bone cancer, went through depression and tried to end it all.
My freshman of high school, I was diagnosed with the worst form of bone cancer, osteosarcoma in my right tibia. The medical team working on my case said I had the worst case they had ever seen. I had a bone biopsy. The medical team prepared me for chemotherapy treatments when the doctors were amazed that the cancer disappeared. I was released before chemotherapy treatments were admonished. I had a cast on my leg to help the bone to re-grow. The three months of rigorous physical therapy were endured to regain strength and mobility.
Today I still do not understand why I went through my cancer ordeal but the experience has been a life changing one. Cancer gave me back God in the end. I cherish life for the precious gift that it is. I have grown spiritually and mentally from this experience. I do not know the inner workings of God’s mind but I do know that everything happens for a reason, even if that reason is unknown to me. The one verse that continues to reappear is Jeremiah 29:11. I am not where I was and that’s the whole point.
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