Proof The Bible Is True

There must have been at least a hundred people crowded into the waiting room outside a lab at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. All of them—all of us—cancer patients or worried family members, like my husband, Mike. Everyone was whispering, filling the room with an eerie hiss.

I could see the stricken look in the faces around me, how weak and helpless the disease and the chemo had left them. Some people wore surgical masks, their skin pale. Others had lost their hair. I’d never seen so many people with IVs, in wheelchairs…

That’s going to be me, I thought. I have cancer. The realization sent a cold chill through me. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I grabbed Mike’s arm and took a deep breath.

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