posted by Chronic Hope at 5:34 PM
Most of my life has been standard stuff any over-achiever could identify with. I wanted it all, and I worked as hard as I could to get it. All that changed in July 2002. I was diagnosed with metastatic melanoma. Surgery was only partly successful, and radiation wasn't an option. Chemotherapy for melanoma patients in my situation hadn’t given good results. At my insistence, my doctor gave me statistics that predicted death in one to three months. He urged me not to give up. I didn’t, but I did change my focus. I stopped looking for hope in all the wrong places. Now, no matter what the doctors tell me, I’ve learned to wait for God’s report. He’s really the only One who knows what’s going on anyway.
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