May 8, 2015, began like all other mornings.
The man got out of bed and said good morning to himself in the mirror. The only difference was the man in the mirror had a different look. He had an eery yellowish complexion.
Thanks to his wife’s urgency, the man rushed to the clinic. It was news he didn’t expect or want - the kiss of death - pancreatic cancer.
The weekend presented the couple with oceans of tears, endless hugs, tons of questions and round-the-clock prayers as we awaited more evasive tests that Monday.
To make a long story short, 56 fewer pounds, 37 rounds of the strongest chemotherapy allowed, 27 rounds of radiation, a hospital stay with an ulcer resulting from the harsh chemo, major surgery to attempt the “Whipple Procedure” at Mayo’s St. Mary’s Hospital in Rochester, Minn., a stroke and rehabilitation, 27 CT scans, 7 MRI’s and more prayers than one could imagine, I’m here to say this man celebrated his sixth anniversary with that horrible disease last Saturday.
I am truly blessed to be able to continue with regular six-month checkups, lab tests, CT scans, MRI’s and doctor appointments. So far, so good.
If you don’t believe in God, I hope my testimony is reason to change your mind. Without question, I realize I wouldn’t be here today without my wife, my family, my friends, my doctors and medical staff, but most of all my Savior Jesus Christ.
I always thought I was a good Christian. I was raised in a Christian family, baptized, said my daily prayers, attended Sunday school and church regularly, and was confirmed. However, I have a confession to make. While always believing I was a good Christian, I drifted away from the Lord during my college and pre-marital years.
Once married, Kathy changed my thinking. We made sure our two sons were brought up in a Christian household, following our church-borne footsteps we set before them.
Yet, I discovered I never truly found Jesus until I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on May 8, 2015. It was a sole prayer session in a barren St. Mary’s Hospital Chapel in Rochester where I truly found my Lord and Comforter. Whatever happens, I will always remember that day where it was just God and me.
Thanks be to God, I’m still around to write about it.