The Cancer Story

In 2001, I had a sore spot in my throat that persisted several weeks. This spot was reddish and a small lump and nothing I tried would alleviate the soreness. Finally, I had to see a doctor which is something I almost never do unless I cannot solve the problem myself. It was discovered by the doctor that this lump was actually cancerous and needed either removal or chemo plus radiation. Because of its location, the removal would be very extensive and an operation of about 14 hours. The radiation would be every day for thirty-three sessions, just over a month.
At this point, as I am a follower of Yeshua (Jesus) that I had to pray as to what the Lord would have me do. I knew that the Lord was able to heal me but was that the course of action He wanted me to take. I prayed about this for three months before I came to the conclusion that I should go with the radiation and chemo as an outpatient. I would drive to the hospital daily, except Shabbat and drive home after the session.
The procedure which had to take place was another test of my faith. They had to design a mask of mesh to fit over my face and head which was then locked to a table so there was no possibility of movement while the radiation took place. The only thing I could move was my eyelids, and even they brushed up against this mask. The very first session put me in panic mode and in my mind, I screamed out to the Lord to deliver me from this panic. There was no pain, just panic. At 63, I had never experienced panic in my life. I felt impressed to recite to myself, the 23rd psalm which I did and almost immediately, the panic was gone and never returned.
During this period, I was not able to eat or drink as everything that went into my mouth tasted like sewage, disgusting. They started a drip system to keep fluids in my system. That took another three hours each day to keep my hydrated. The chemo made me nauseous so I was a very unhappy camper.

to be continued