Survivor Isn't Just a TV Show

I was always told to be proactive in my healthcare, so at 40 I went in for my first colonoscopy. After about a week, I went back to get my results half-thinking it was a waste of time. When my doctor came in the room, I instantly knew by the look on her face that something was amiss. Much to my shock, she told me I had colon cancer. I looked at her in complete disbelief, waiting for the punch line. There was no punch line, just absolute fear and despair. My mind raced trying to make sense of what was just told to me. In a heartbeat, I just broke down and crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, thinking I was going to die. Quickly thereafter, I was put in touch with a good doctor who told me I had a 50-50 chance of surviving. What the hell kind of odds are that?!! I began chemo and radiation almost immediately. I was determined not to be another statistic. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well. I was reduced from being a 215 lb active and productive person to an 85 lb shell of a human who could no longer walk or take care of himself. The worst of it all was when I overheard family members discussing "plans" for me. Despite this, I kept firm on my belief that I was in control of my life and that I would do whatever it would take to beat this wretched disease. I refused to die. I began to pray, read whatever cancer-related literature I could get a hold of, and reach out to people for help. Slowly, I began to make progress. The more I prayed, the more I informed myself, and the more I reached out to people, the better I felt. Over time, things really began to improve. My appetite improved, I could walk again, go to the bathroom by myself, and cook meals for myself. It's been a couple of years now and I am cancer-free! I am convinced that by allowing myself to ask for and accept help and through the power of prayer I am here today. All I can say to you who are suffering is be strong, have faith, and reach out to others. You're not alone and you are loved.