Dreadful Phone Call
The dreadful phone call came, “we have bad news”.
Somehow I already knew, but the words screamed in my mind.
“You have cancer”, and an aggressive kind.
For the first time, I yelled at God, threw things across a porch.
I had been through too much trauma as it was, from earlier years.
They had just removed a tumor, now wanted to remove more.
I hadn’t even recovered and they were in a rush to save my life.
It is a long story, as I battled with doctors with life spinning.
I was calling everyone I knew, to thank them, as I could.
I believed the doctors that I didn’t have much chance to live.
All other worries in life dissipated in a heartbeat, none of that mattered.
I ran to the health food store in desperation to buy Mangosteen juice.
They pushed the major surgery as I took months to decide.
They thought I was crazy, gambling with my life in such a way.
I kept drinking that juice, seeking 2nd opinions, being yelled at by doctors.
They insisted after surgery would be chemotherapy which I denied.
They refused to do this second surgery only for investigative purpose.
When I finally had that second surgery, it was me who turned out to be right.
The rest of the biopsies were clear as I had overcome doctors and science!
Faith returned as I realized God had brought me a miracle fully unexplainable.
They still wanted to do chemotherapy, so I raced to transfer out of state.
Where they agreed with me not to, almost 10 years later, here I am alive.
Heidi Sands
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