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"You've got six months, nine at the most.
If you opt for chemo, we could stretch it some.
Maybe a couple of years, 
but first six months of serious treatments."

When he said nine months
I thought that's the normal prenatal life
So I have possibly a pregnancy left.
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

Let's see two years minus six months 
minus maybe some more for recovery from chemo.
Or nine months of wondering,
could this be the day?

My neighbor was sick as a dog for most treatments.
She couldn't eat; she couldn't sleep.
Just a forever burning sensation, dry, lifeless, pain

My cousin said his was not so bad, but
then he died only two months afterward,and
they had said he might live five years.

My last nine months, what will I do?
I will get ready to die - prepare to enter a new life.
Wait a minute ...
I am doing that already ever since
I decided to put my trust in God's Son.
My eternal life began at that moment sixty years ago.

I will tell everybody I know how good God is.
But I have cancer; is cancer good?
I look at it this way. 
Cancer is a chapter -
the last nine months of my life on earth.
It defines me and with
God's help I can deal with it - 
without chemo.
He has a plan and cancer is 
part and parcel of it.

The rest is just guesswork.

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