I wear my scar with pride. It shows how far I've gone and how far I've come on this difficult journey. While others choose to hide their scars, I wear mine as my badge. My badge of honor. My badge of courage. My badge of strength. This disease may be brutal and may end up killing me one day, but I have the scars to prove I didn't go down without a fight. And as long as there's a breath in my body, I will never stop fighting.
Every day I wake up, I realize how blessed I really am! It has been more that 7 months since I was diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer that spread to my liver and spleen. This diagnosis is a blessing because I have seen many answered prayers through it! I have trusted the Lord instead of doctors in my healing. No surgery, chemo, or radiation for me. I figure that if the doctors have already given me up for dead, only a miracle from God can save me. Plus, why put my healing in the hands of someone that does not believe I will be healed. Only the Lord knows when any of us will pass away!
I am a 57 year old male. On March 9th 2015, I had a screening colonoscopy procedure as it had been 18 years since my last one. I had no symptoms and my gastroenterologist included the colonoscopy as part of the endoscopy procedure I had scheduled due to extreme acid reflux. The endoscopy revealed a minor hiatial hernia which has been controlled with medicine. More importantly though, the colonoscopy revealed a golf ball sized tumor in my ascending colon and biopsy was taken from the tumor for pathology testing.
One of the benefits of beating my oral cancer was travelling to other parts of the world. It sure opens ones eyes when you experience different cultures and see sites totally unfamiliar to you.
Had a wonderful Easter Sunday with my family. This picture is me with my 2 year old granddaughter. Loved having the whole day to spend time with her and the rest of the family. Feeling very blessed !