Proof The Bible Is True

This wasn’t the first surgery I’d undergone since my cancer diagnosis, but I worried it wouldn’t be my last.

 

Back in July, I had gone to the doctor to ask about a strange, painful rash on my chest. Like a sunburn that wouldn’t heal. It turned out to be breast cancer. I was shocked.

 

I had a lumpectomy at the end of August. I woke up post-op, my chest tightly bandaged. I thought the operation would be the end of it. But cancer cells had been discovered in the margins. That meant I needed an additional surgery, called a re-excision, to remove those cells.

 

Tomorrow’s surgery was the re-excision. Would I get the all clear? Or would I have to endure more surgeries? Maybe even radiation?

 

To distract myself from what I’d soon face, I sat down at my computer to check my e-mail. I had a few unread messages, mostly store promotions. One subject line made me pause—God’s Will Be Done.

 

I’d prayed those words every day of my cancer treatment—to let “God’s will be done.

 

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